What moved Zhang Chen the most was Jiale's ability in business.

Nothing makes a miser happier than making money.

In addition, Jiale has a gentle personality and is very fond of Zhang Chen. He is even willing to give all the money he earns to him.

Zhang Chen was completely bewildered and really thought that he was so charming that all the good things in the world would come to him.

As a result, he could not leave Jiale for even a moment, and even asked him about many government matters.

This surprised Jiale herself, but she also learned a lot from Lin Jiuxi, so she was able to help offer one or two suggestions.

Zhang Chen liked her more and more.

Who would have known that most women in this world only think about fighting in the house, and don’t care at all about how many people starved to death outside.

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Jiale was confused when he heard this, but he quickly realized that seeing how unhappy she looked, it would be useless for him to say anything.

"Sister, I don't know what I did to make you so angry. If it is really me who provoked you, please tell me and I will change for the better in the future." Jiale was provoked again and again, and he felt a little angry in his heart, and did not kneel down as she instructed.

While Zhang Chen was out doing something.

"Why are you here, sister? Is there something you want to talk to me about?" Jiale knew his mission clearly and kept flattering Mrs. Zhang without getting angry.

Madam Zhang slammed the table and gnashed her teeth, saying, "No, I absolutely cannot watch this vixen seducing the master!"

Jia Mama could only continue to follow up with the conversation, "Alas, what can we do about it? We wives always have such a hard time."

Jiale turned around and said to the maidservant beside him, "Since my sister is thirsty, please get out my treasured white plum tea."

Moreover, she was completely focused on Zhang Chen, thinking only of how to change the situation of the battle, and all she thought about were big things.

He swung his big palm like a palm-leaf fan and slapped Jiale's fair and soft face with a slap.

Mrs. Zhang's life was not good in the past. She couldn't wear a nice skirt and even had no good food to eat.

Jiale was originally counting the accounts. When he saw Mrs. Zhang coming towards him in such a menacing manner, he had a bad feeling and immediately asked someone to put the account books away. He then walked over with a smile on his face.

Mrs. Zhang brought the maids and servants in her yard and rushed into Jiale's residence.

She snorted coldly and said, "Since this vixen doesn't know where she's wrong, then you guys teach her a lesson for me, so that she can understand where she's being naughty. Let's see if she dares to seduce the master like this in the future!"

They felt that since Jiale came into the mansion, the lives of most people in the mansion had become better, and they did not dislike Jiale very much.

Mrs. Zhang was so angry that she almost exploded, but this little vixen was still so serious and didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

Jiale is a big exception. Not only does she not spend money, she can also earn money! If all concubines in the world were like this, men would probably not be willing to marry.

But, "Who knew this bitch was actually capable! She flirted with the master in broad daylight, not caring about the master's body at all, just wanting her own pleasure."

"Then what does Madam want to do?" Aunt Jia had no idea at all.

Mrs. Zhang felt herself even angrier.

Before Jiale, Zhang Chen had never taken any concubines. This was because concubines sent by others would cost money to raise, which was not worthwhile in Zhang Chen's opinion.

When Jiale came into the house, he not only presented Mrs. Zhang with large amounts of gold and silver, but also several boxes of silk and satin, which were enough good things to last for several years.

Madam Zhang was dissatisfied and said, "I am the head of the Zhang family, and you are just a concubine! You are a thing that I hold in my hands. If I tell you to kneel, do you dare not kneel?"

As a result, Mrs. Zhang became jealous.

"Hmph, since you call me sister, why don't you serve me tea? I see that you are not convinced in your heart. On the surface, you pretend to be well-behaved, but who knows what you are thinking in private?" Mrs. Zhang's face was full of anger, and she just kept finding fault.

Although Mrs. Zhang was a little unhappy, this matter was Zhang Chen's own decision after all. Also, considering so many gold, silver and jewelry, she could only accept it reluctantly.

Although Aunt Jia had a good impression of Jiale, now that she had received the order from the Madam, she naturally had no choice but to go ahead with it.

"But my sister is so unreasonable. If I haven't done anything wrong, even if it's my sister, it won't make sense in front of the adults, right?" Jiale didn't want to care about this matter, but Mrs. Zhang was going too far.

This is mainly because Zhang Chen is rather stingy, and as his wife, Mrs. Zhang naturally responds to her husband.

After all, Jiale had never done any rough work before, and compared with these big and strong maids, he naturally had no chance of winning and was pinned to the ground by them.

Nanny Jia immediately led people and forced Jiale to kneel down.

"How can women like them take care of the master as sincerely as Madam?" The personal nanny beside Madam Zhang, whose surname was Jia, said flatteringly.

Madam Zhang bit her handkerchief and wiped her tears pitifully, "What a pity that the master didn't know my heart and was deceived by that seductive witch. If he gets hurt, won't it make me sad?"

It is precisely because of this stinginess that Zhang Chen's backyard is very clean. Madam Zhang and her subordinates have no ability to fight in the house, and they only act out of jealousy.

While the maid was making tea, Madam Zhang pushed the girl away and said, "Get down on your knees, you little vixen!"

Almost instantly, red palm prints appeared on the fair and tender little face.

Pain came from his face and Jiale couldn't stop crying.

It wasn't that she really wanted to cry, but she was so wronged and afraid of the pain that she couldn't control her tears at all.

The little maid brought the tea over and saw her master being pinned to the ground and beaten. She didn't care and just threw the tea at Aunt Jia's face.

"My young lady is a good concubine! She is not a slave girl that your family bought to be beaten or killed!" the little girl shouted loudly.