Chapter 17 The Flower is Crushed by a Violent Hand
Song Ci's wrinkled hand pinched the pink peony, looked at Wu Dan with a grin, and said in a peculiar tone, "What a delicate flower."
Wu Dan was dumbfounded: "..."
A thousand taels, just like that, gone?
Wu Dan's little face turned pale, lips trembling: "This, this is the Old Master's..."
"I know, the old man in my house bought it back. Flowers, when bought, are meant to be admired and recklessly destroyed, aren't they?" Song Ci said with a smile, "Also, you seem to have forgotten something."
"What?"
"The Old Master you mentioned, he's my husband, the father of my son. I'm his wife." Song Ci was still smiling, but her tone was chilly, "The two of us are a team, even in death we'll be buried together. So, does it matter if he bought this flower? Anything he buys is mine, his things are mine, and mine are mine too. Who am I afraid of when I ruin this flower? Do I need to report it to anyone?"
Nanny Gong and Hong You were a bit stunned.
Is the Old Madam suddenly enlightened or just extremely angry, showing her power?