Chapter 48: The Original Wife Spends Money Like Water (15)

"Isn't this my discarded ex-husband? What's wrong, are you so poor you can't even afford a meal?" Jiang Yuyou stopped in front of Xue Ci, never one to waste a good opportunity to show off.

"Hmph, reeking of money!" Xue Ci glared coldly at Jiang Yuyou, wishing he could land a couple of punches on her. She was truly an eyesore!

"This smell of money isn't something just anyone can have. Look, even just this cloak of mine could probably buy your worthless life." Jiang Yuyou casually tugged at the corner of her cloak, her smile gentle and gracious.

Xue Ci: "!"

Today was another day he wanted nothing more than to kill Jiang Yuyou!

"Don't look at me like that." Jiang Yuyou sighed. "Even if you gouged your eyes out and placed them on me, I still wouldn't look at you again. Give up, would you? With your scrawny frame, you really don't measure up."

Her teasing tone, coming from her lips, somehow carried the air of someone honest and upright.

Xue Ci’s face turned livid at her bold words. After all, he was a scholar; no matter how angry, even his curses stopped short of calling her a wretch. Scholars, after all, cared about their reputation.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths, trying to obtain the Jiang family fortune through respectable means.

"Jiang Yuyou, you shameless woman!" Xue Ci was shaking with rage. The servant beside him, holding an umbrella, barely dared to breathe. Heaven help him, no one told him the ex-wife, who seemed sickly, was this fierce in battle!

"Shameless, you say?" Jiang Yuyou feigned astonishment. "Then when you siphoned off my money to support your mistress, what should that be called? Utterly shameless!"

"Shrew!" The word was squeezed through Xue Ci’s clenched teeth.

"I heard you’re living with your little sweetheart now? So, diligently plowing the field, but no sign of any seeds sprouting? Could it be the ox doing the plowing is no good? Well, that’s why I divorced you, isn’t it? Clearly, you’re not fit for anything."

What a pity for that young woman, forced to endure the misery of widowhood.

With that, Jiang Yuyou walked away. The rain poured down in torrents, and the servant’s heart was beating even faster than the rain. Even as a servant, he knew being divorced was a lifelong humiliation for the young master!

But even so, when it came before the magistrate, the ex-wife was clearly in the right!

At last, a solid kick landed on his back, and his heart felt at ease.

The servant knelt in the mud, his face splattered.

Good, good, good! Madness knows no bounds! He was the ultimate victim here! If not for the bond contract holding him captive, he wouldn’t stay in this madhouse a minute longer! The whole house was full of lunatics! Sooner or later, he’d lose his mind too!

[Ding ding ding! Ten points of hatred received!]

Two days later.

Most of the shops in town were closed, and the influx of refugees grew day by day. Jiaozhou was already a barren land; the sudden arrival of so many refugees led to immediate grain shortages.

Starving and freezing, order began to break down.

Arson, murder, and looting became rampant.

The authorities sent troops to suppress the unrest, but matters of life and death are not easily quelled; instead, the refugees erupted in rebellion.

At that moment, the Jiang family stepped forward. Their daughter, frail as she was, raised the banner, declaring that as citizens of the southern nation, they ought to share the country’s burdens. She set up porridge kitchens throughout Jiaozhou.

She spent lavishly, providing simple shelters for the refugees on vacant land, even hiring them to build houses, and thus quelled the uprising.

For a time, the refugees ate hot porridge, had work to do, and though the rain continued, at least hope for survival returned.

The country had not abandoned them, and the Jiang family’s young lady was striving to rescue them.

Everything would pass.

Xue family.

Xue Ci’s face was dark with gloom.

The rest of the Xue family looked no better, as though they had swallowed dung, their expressions ugly beyond measure.

"Ci’er, is this what you meant by 'the time has not come'?" Xue Qin’s face was ashen as he glared at his son seated below him, unable to contain his anger.