Enraged, Sun Chengfeng rushed forward like a shrew, ready to pull out her hair.

Little did she know that the woman in front of her was no longer a puppet she could do as she pleased. Before she could even touch a hair on her head, she was stopped by the driver.

Sun Chengfeng was seething with hatred. Seeing that the situation was not good for her, she threw a tantrum in front of the Zhou family's mansion gate, deliberately making a fool of herself.

Having such an embarrassing mother.

Jiang Yue would feel even more inferior in the wealthy family, and Zhou Ji would definitely not give her a good look when he returned.

"She hit me! She killed someone! What kind of daughter hits her own mother? I raised you with so much hardship, even if I raised a thankless wretch, I wouldn't treat you like this."

"Heaven have mercy, I am so unlucky."

Jiang Yue calmly watched the woman throw a tantrum in front of her.

When Sun Chengfeng saw that this trick wasn't working, she was furious. She wiped her face, her eyes wide with anger, and was about to rush over again.

Jiang Yue glanced at the bodyguards: "What are you all standing there for? Drag her away."

How could she be allowed to be so presumptuous in front of the princess?

The bodyguards were also taken aback by the order; the lady's mother came over every few days, and they were used to it.

The wife was arrogant and domineering in front of others, but she was meek and submissive in front of her mother, timid and cowardly, and would listen to whatever her mother said.

Previously, the wife's mother had stolen the antiques from the husband's study and sold them for money.

They were all speechless.

The wife insisted that it was their negligence that gave the thief the opportunity.

That's why they didn't dare to step forward to stop them; for them, it was a thankless task.

However, my wife seems different today than usual.

The bodyguard was tall and muscular, with well-defined muscles. He easily grabbed Sun Chengfeng's arm and dragged her outside the gate.

Sun Chengfeng looked at Jiang Yue in disbelief, trembling with anger.

How dare she... how dare she treat her like this?!

Has she forgotten those photos that could have ruined her reputation?!

That little bitch.

Tomorrow I'll make her kneel and beg for mercy.

It was kindergarten dismissal time, and the car that was picking up the children had arrived at the courtyard gate.

Sitting in the car, Zhou Zhengchu saw the familiar figure at the door, lowered his eyes, and an uncontrollable fierceness welled up in them.

He hates this woman.

He loathed this woman who was nominally his maternal grandmother.

His maternal grandmother always had two faces, and his mother often let his grandmother take him back to the Jiang family.

The Jiang family disliked him; they flattered him on the surface but secretly ridiculed and framed him.

Zhou Zhengchu was "accidentally" left in the icehouse twice and almost froze to death.

Grandma made no attempt to hide it; when no one else was around, she would kick his knees and mockingly call him a bastard.

Zhou Zhengchu got out of the car, his fists clenched tightly; the child couldn't control his anger very well.

He thought his mother was going to have his maternal grandmother take him back to the Jiang family again.

He didn't want to go there.

"Mother."

The tone was polite, distant, and even somewhat humble.

Jiang Yue looked up at the sound, her gaze lingering briefly on the boy's delicate face before she asked in a flat tone, "You're done with school?"

Zhou Zhengchu nodded obediently, "Mm."

When Sun Chengfeng saw her grandson, she gradually stopped howling. Her eyes darted around, and taking advantage of the bodyguard's inattention, she rushed over and hugged him tightly.

The woman's pungent, cheap fragrance was so strong it made him nauseous.

The boy could only stand stiffly as his grandmother held him. He was expressionless, his tense face turning slightly pale. He didn't like being held by this person at all.

I don't like the strong, pungent fragrance she wears.

Even when she opened her mouth to speak, her sharp and sarcastic tone carried a nauseating quality.

But he could not resist.

Because his mother forbade him to resist.

Zhou Zhengchu lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

Sun Chengfeng muttered to herself, "Xiao Chu, your mother has gone mad. You won't have a good ending if you stay by her side. You should come back with me today. Once your mother calms down and her mind clears, I'll send you back."

Jiang Yue's son is a weakness.

Sun Chengfeng knew perfectly well that her daughter had no feelings for her own son; she simply used the child as a tool to maintain her marriage.

This tool wasn't as useful as she had imagined.

Enraged, she implicated him.

Zhou Zhengchu silently endured the pain. He raised his face to look at his mother, his eyes reddening with a mixture of anger and grievance.

He was awaiting his mother's final judgment.

He thought that he was going to be discarded by his mother as unwanted trash again.

You should have gotten used to it by now, shouldn't you?

Why hold onto unrealistic expectations?

While holding the child, Sun Chengfeng subconsciously pinched the child's arm hard to vent her anger.

She thought Jiang Yue hadn't seen it.

Even if I saw it, I wouldn't care.

Jiang Yue never expected that she would encounter so many troublemakers in just a few days, and the one in front of her was especially vulgar.

She stepped forward, forcefully pushed Sun Chengfeng away, and snatched the child back.

Sun Chengfeng fell to the ground with a thud, wincing in pain. What had this little bitch eaten? How come she's suddenly as strong as an ox?!

Jiang Yue is a princess of a country, yet she is proficient in all six arts, especially horsemanship and archery, which she excels at even better than her useless crown prince brother.

The beautiful woman stared coldly at the woman who had fallen to the ground, her icy tone carrying a sense of imposing authority: "Don't touch my son."

Sun Chengfeng was stunned.

Zhou Zhengchu was also stunned.

The little boy nestled in her arms, carefully wrapping his arms around his mother's neck.

He loved the gentle, comforting scent of his mother.

A mother's embrace is always gentle.

Every time she hugged him like this, he felt that he was loved by her.

Jiang Yue's patience ran out, and she ordered her bodyguards, "Get her away from me."

Sun Chengfeng was taken down halfway up the mountain and thrown far away from the house.

She stared at the locked door and the burly bodyguard in front of her, feeling furious but helpless for the time being.

On the other side.

Jiang Yue carried the child back to the living room and quickly let him go.

Her dress was all wrinkled and looked bad.

The child was taken back to the bedroom by the maid to change clothes.

Just as Jiang Yue was feeling troubled, the system seemed to be omnipresent.

Your mother has dirt on you.

[Some photos of you and other men that you shouldn't be seen in public.]

You've always been afraid.

Your in-laws don't like you. If they see those photos, you're finished.

Jiang Yue called the maid to make her a cup of sweet milk tea.

Then she slowly said, "I understand."

system:? ? ?

What does it mean to know?

Is it really okay to be so calm?

Aren't you in a hurry at all?

Then the system heard the princess's merciless retort: ​​"Are you sure the original owner was bad? She was so cowardly. If anyone dared to threaten me, I would have had her dragged away and beheaded long ago."

"..."

The system felt it necessary to remind her: [Murder is illegal here.]

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yue still hadn't given up: "Are there really no execution slots?"

System: Were people in ancient times all this awesome?

System: [No!!! Don't even think about it!!!]

Jiang Yue nodded perfunctorily, "I heard you."

The system kindly warned: "The male lead will soon meet the female lead, who is a tutor. She will soon become his true love, his 'white moonlight.' Aren't you starting to feel a little threatened?!"

Jiang Yue was annoyed by it all. Aren't men everywhere?

While she remained silent, her small phone kept ringing, and messages lit up one by one.

It was a small group chat created by Zhou Ji's cousins.

Almost all the younger members of the Zhou family are in the group chat.

My cousin seemed to have forgotten that Jiang Yue was also in the group, and quickly forwarded the news from the internet to the group.

Zhou Xiaoyao: [It seems like my wicked sister-in-law is about to get kicked out.]

Zhou Xiaoyao: [Can anyone dare to ask our brother when he dumped her? I'm so embarrassed when I go out! When people ask about Jiang Yue, I just want to bury my head in my hands.]

Zhou Shuaidi: [Who isn't?]

Zhou Shuai Di: [Several of my friends sent me the video of her tearing apart Zhou Ge's newly hired assistant at the company last time. She's really ruthless. Not only did she slap the girl twice, but she also pulled out a large clump of her hair. I'm even embarrassed to repeat the word "slut-shaming."]

They keep calling her a bitch and a slut.

They are completely different from how they are in front of them.