This was probably the most chaotic day for the Yu family, and it was also the most humiliating and shameful day in Old Lady Yu's more than forty years of life.

In the room that Old Lady Yu had kept so tidy, the table was now askew, the chairs were overturned, and the porcelain white plum blossom vase that Old Lady Yu had bought to appear cultured and refined had crashed to the ground with a bang, breaking into several pieces. One piece was next to the table, another was in the middle of the room, and the rest were scattered in various corners of the room.

The entire room was like a garbage dump, with screams, howls, and curses all mixed together, or like a vegetable market.

"Third Sister... Third Sister..." Yu Ziqing carefully moved away from the center of the battlefield, using a roundabout tactic, and crept up to Jiang San Niang from all sides. As if he had grasped the backbone, he grabbed half of Jiang San Niang's sleeve, looking both pitiful and frightened. "Please persuade them."

He had never seen such a scene before. When he was in school, even if his friends had disagreements, they would argue politely and never resort to violence. How come these women not only used words but also fists? The Master was right after all: women and petty men are the most difficult to deal with!

He didn't know how to handle this situation, so he could only pin his hopes on Jiang San Niang. Jiang San Niang was so intelligent, had a cloth shop, and was quick-witted; she should be able to find a way, right?

"I just like Ziqing, and Ziqing likes me too. We both love each other and want to be together. But why is my sister reacting like this? My sister has never liked Ziqing, but why is Sister Bai reacting the same way?" Jiang San Niang looked at the chaotic scene before her, her mind buzzing. Her sister was crying, so she cried too. Her sister was fighting with someone, and she was so anxious that her eyes turned red. On one side was her own sister, blood was thicker than water, and on the other side was her future mother-in-law. Both were her flesh and blood. Jiang San Niang found it very difficult to make a choice. At this moment, she was like a plum blossom standing alone in the cold wind, delicate and beautiful, but helpless.

It wasn't until Yu Ziqing pulled Jiang San Niang that Jiang San Niang came to her senses. Jiang Qiao'er grabbed Yu's wife's hair, Bai Nuo bit Yu's wife's shoulder, but Yu's wife threw Jiang Qiao'er to the ground, and the three of them became entangled together.

"Stop fighting!" Jiang San Niang screamed, but no one listened to her. The three of them continued to fight fiercely, as if they would not stop until someone died today.

"This won't do!" Yu Ziqing was so anxious and agitated by the chaos before her. She clenched her left fist, opened her right palm, and lightly pounded her right hand with her left. "Third Sister, you have to stop them! Who is this girl who came with your sister? How can she bully Mother like this? Mother is old and in poor health. She can't take it, Third Sister!"

"Stop fighting!" Jiang San Niang suddenly squatted down, picked up a large shard of vase at her feet, and slammed it hard on the table. The crisp sound startled the three people who were engrossed in their fight.

The three men just stared at her blankly.

Jiang San Niang held half a porcelain shard in her fair hand, pressed it against her throat, bit her lip, and looked at the three of them, "If you hit me again, I'll die right here in front of you!"

Yu Ziqing was also startled, "Third Sister!"

"Pah!" Old Lady Yu wasn't buying Jiang San Niang's act. "What kind of slut are you? If you want to die, then hurry up and die. Do you think I'm just going to take this beating for nothing?" Then, when Bai Nuo and Jiang Qiao'er weren't paying attention, she kicked both of them.

"Holy crap!" Bai Nuo was suddenly kicked, wincing in pain, but seeing Jiang San Niang threatening to kill herself, she didn't dare to fight back and just took the kick before jumping away.

At the same time, Bai Nuo also pulled Jiang Qiao'er away.

"You little brats, don't you dare run away! Bah, I'll kill you both!" Old Mrs. Yu spat out the blood in her mouth and rolled up her sleeves, ready to start hitting people again.

"Auntie!" Jiang Sanniang cried out sharply, the porcelain shard in her hand digging into her flesh. "I really am going to die here, don't be the one to do it!"

Yu Ziqing was right next to Jiang Sanniang, watching with a pounding heart, but he didn't dare to rashly pull her away. He felt that these women were all incredibly fierce. "Sanniang, don't do anything foolish. Here... give me the porcelain shard, it's hurting you." While trying to pull Jiang Sanniang's hand down, he said to his mother, "Mother, please stop fighting. If... if Sanniang dies, I won't live either!"

"Sister!" Jiang Qiao'er stared blankly at Jiang San Niang, her round face covered in bruises, her hair disheveled, and her clothes in disarray. "Qiao'er won't fight anymore, please don't do this."

Doesn't my sister want to be with Yu Ziqing? She won't interfere.

"Qiao'er, let's go home. I'll go back with you." Jiang San Niang threw the porcelain shards on the ground, grabbed one of them with each hand, and left. Before leaving, she didn't forget to apologize to Granny Yu, "Auntie, I'm sorry. We were wrong today. I'll come back another day to apologize to you."

Yu Ziqing glared at Old Lady Yu, and only then did Old Lady Yu refrain from saying anything unpleasant, instead giving a heavy snort as a response.

Two of the three girls had bruises and messy hair, and the other had red eyes and nose. Naturally, their appearance attracted the attention of many people.

"Third Sister!" Yu Ziqing caught up with Jiang San Niang and the others on the street, and stopped all three of them with his arms outstretched. "Third Sister, you should go back first. My mother was wrong about what happened today. I will come back to apologize to you another day."

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