"Relax, do I look like soone that stupid?"
"No, you are exactly that."
Before Fan Rou’s roar could be heard, Ye Ranran quickly hung up the phone.
In the living room, Fan Er threw the newspaper at Jia Shanliang’s face: "Tell , was it you who did this?"
Jia Shanliang took the newspaper off her face, looking at Fan Er without any fear: "If I say it wasn’t , would you believe it?"
"Do you think I would believe that?"
She was clearly getting back at him for how he treated her yesterday.
"I’ve seen through you. You pretend to be a victim, like you’ve suffered a great injustice, but inside you’re full of tricks, calculating who knows what."
"Isn’t this situation what you wanted? I’ve married you as you demanded. What more could you be dissatisfied with?"
Looking at Fan Er in a rage, Jia Shanliang’s face remained calm, without a smile but not angry either.
"Won are greedy, I think there’s no woman who would want a husband who doesn’t care about her. I requested you to marry , not to mistreat ."
"Besides, I’m pregnant now, and I truly can’t handle too much stress. If my emotions get too intense and sothing happens, what would people say?"
Jia Shanliang didn’t bother to explain. No matter how she explained, he wouldn’t believe her. So why waste words?
Fan Er, with his face full of anger, didn’t say anything harsh anymore.
Jia Shanliang was quite satisfied with his reaction.
Seeing her smug look, Fan Er couldn’t stand it and said: "You think you can be smug for long? Do you expect to care about you? Once the child is born, do you think I’ll still tolerate you?"
"Stop hoping that public opinion will save you. Do you really think I’ll compromise every ti? You haven’t even finished your postpartum period. If soone catches a man in your bed, do you think public opinion will side with you or ?"
Public opinion can be guided; she shouldn’t expect those who love to spread rumors to help her.
She no longer had any leverage to threaten him, does he still think he needs to fear her?
"Let tell you, I wish you’d die. Do you still think I’ll be good to you?" Fan Er looked at her as if she were an idiot.
"Honestly, this is the funniest joke I’ve heard all year."
After saying that, Fan Er stord out.
The servants nearby all cast disdainful glances.
They had heard bits about the woman’s background and naturally knew how she had risen in status.
"If it’s not yours, don’t bother dreaming about it."
"That’s right, a forcibly twisted lon isn’t sweet. As the saying goes, red doors match red doors, wooden doors match wooden doors; a crow landing on a branch can’t turn into a phoenix."
"But so people just have hopeless dreams."
Jia Shanliang kept her head down, pretending she couldn’t hear the servants’ increasingly harsh words.
It’s okay; they’re jealous of her because they can’t have what she does, Jia Shanliang told herself in her heart.
Fan Rou couldn’t take it anymore: "Shut your mouths."
With Fan i and Fan Li not at ho, Fan Rou’s status had risen greatly, and the servants naturally began to fear her.
Everyone stopped talking.
"In the forest without a tiger, the monkey becos king. Do they really think they’re sobody?" Fan’s mother ca downstairs.
Seeing her, the servants all lowered their heads, hiding the gleeful looks in their eyes.
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