The military district guesthouse, Lu Shufen, with her swollen face, had been crying and cursing. Every time her cheek twitched, she occasionally hissed in pain.
"I waited so long for you, just to end up with this outcome. Had I known, I would have gone back to Beijing." She wouldn't have had to suffer that shrewish wife's beating, oh God, her face was no longer presentable, and she hurt all over.
Lu Shufen was extremely dissatisfied with how the recent farce had been handled, and what disappointed her most was that Jiang Conghe actually let those shrewish women off the hook so easily.
They were from the Capital, their family held power and influence, yet they were intimidated by people from the countryside, what a joke, she'd never heard of such a laughable thing before.
"Then what do you suggest we do about this?" Jiang Conghe's face also looked very unpleasant.
