Chapter 14: Zhao Wenchang is still more capable.

Qian Xiaoxia wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she was like a firecracker that had been lit. She roared and pounced on them: "You little whore, you've gone too far! How dare you cause trouble in my house! I'll tear you to pieces!"

As she spoke, those rough, withered hands accurately grabbed Jiang Wanxia's hair and pulled it back with all her might. Jiang Wanxia screamed in pain, no longer caring about her dignity, and reached out to grab Qian Xiaoxia's face. The two of them, one like a madwoman and the other like a shrew, instantly started fighting, hurling all sorts of vulgarities at each other.

"Stop hitting her! Mom! Please stop hitting her!"

Wang Jianjun, who had just returned from outside, was startled by the scene and rushed over, managing to pull his mother and wife apart with great effort.

Jiang Wanxia's hair was pulled into a mess, and there were several bloody scratches on her face. She looked utterly disheveled.

She cried, hoping that Wang Jianjun could stand up for her.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jianjun pushed her aside, first helping his panting mother, and frowned at Jiang Wanxia, ​​saying, "What are you doing? My mother is old, and it wasn't easy for her to raise us. How could you hit her? Now that you've married into this family, you should take good care of my parents. That's a wife's duty! Stop thinking about spending money!"

Jiang Wanxia was taken aback by what he said.

She looked at the man in front of her. He was short, round, and his face was so fat that his eyes were almost invisible.

Compared to Zhao Wenchang in his previous life, who had long legs, broad shoulders, and a tall and upright figure, he was like heaven and earth.

If it weren't for his family's wealth, which would allow me to live the good life of city dwellers, I would never be willing to marry such an ugly freak!

A wave of nausea and anger washed over her. She glared at Wang Jianjun, turned and ran back to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

The Wang family is truly inferior to the Zhao family in every way! If it weren't for their meager savings...

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Jiang Wanxia plopped down on the bed and saw Wang Jianjun's coat that he had casually taken off.

She rushed over and rummaged through her coat pockets, pulling out a wallet.

She opened it and found a stack of brand-new ten-yuan notes inside. Without thinking, she grabbed a few crisp bills, stuffed them into her pocket, and slammed the door shut as she left.

Once outside, she headed straight for the busiest department store in town. She bought some newly released polyester fabric, two pairs of fashionable plastic sandals, and then went to the grocery store to buy half a pound of cake and a bottle of orange soda.

With the money spent and an afternoon shopping, carrying bags and packages, Jiang Wanxia finally felt much better.

On the way back, Jiang Wanxia secretly thought to herself, "I'll forgive them this time, considering the Wang family is rich."

The wedding banquet is something that can't be rushed; we can deal with it slowly later.

She returned home carrying her things, but the Wang family members all had dark faces and ignored her. She didn't bother looking at them either, and went straight to her bedroom to change into her newly bought pretty dress.

I had just put on the dress when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Wang Jianjun walked in with a sullen face, his voice cold and harsh: "Did you take money from my wallet?" Jiang Wanxia was buttoning her clothes, and without looking up, she nonchalantly hummed in agreement: "Yes, I took it. So what? It's just a hundred yuan. Look at you, so stingy. You're so rich, yet you don't even put more in your wallet, so stingy..."

Before she could finish her complaint, she felt a blur before her eyes, and a strong gust of wind rushed towards her.

"Smack!"

A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on her face.

The force was astonishing; Jiang Wanxia was so badly slapped that she staggered and fell headfirst to the ground. Her ears rang, and half her face burned with pain, instantly going numb.

She was stunned by the blow, covering her face and staring incredulously at the ferocious-looking man in front of her.

Her face was burning with pain, and her mouth tasted of rust. She stuck out her tongue and licked it; her teeth had chipped her lip.

In all her life, when has she ever been beaten up?

In her previous life in the Zhao family, not only did that good-for-nothing Zhao Wenchang not dare to lay a finger on her, but even his parents had to watch their step. When she got angry, the whole family would tremble.

But now, in this "good family" she had carefully chosen, she was beaten by an ugly and fat man!

"Wang Jianjun! You bastard, how dare you hit me!" Jiang Wanxia suddenly scrambled to her feet, her hair disheveled, her new dress covered in dust. She screamed like a madwoman and rushed outside, "I don't want to live anymore! I'm going to the neighborhood committee right now! I'll let all the neighbors see how your Wang family drove your new daughter-in-law to her death! Your family bullies people like this just because you have a few stinking coins!"

The words "street office" instantly jolted Wang Jianjun awake.

These days, the worst thing is getting into trouble.

If the neighborhood committee really comes knocking on their door and accuses them of domestic violence against their wife, where will the Wang family put their face? Does he even care about his reputation anymore?

Wang Jianjun panicked and rushed forward, grabbing Jiang Wanxia's waist tightly from behind and dragging her into the house.