If Ruth was a rich woman, kidnapping her would be too simple. Just wait at the teahouse.
Downstairs at the teahouse, Mother-in-law Ruth was glowing, her charm and grace amplified by the designer dress her eldest daughter had bought for her. There was no trace left of the formerly rustic and shrewish woman she had been before.
Above her deep cleavage rested a jade necklace, on her wrist was the gold bracelet given by her son-in-law, and she carried the branded LV bag gifted by her second daughter.
Ruth chatted cheerfully and proudly, while the others wore expressions of pure envy and jealousy. After the extravagant birthday banquet last night, they were already numb; no deliberate showing off was even needed now.
Teahouses are prime gathering spots for gossips who love to stir up trouble. The events of last night had spread like wildfire by this morning, and Ruth was undoubtedly the target of everyone's envy, jealousy, and hatred these past two days.
