Esposa Valente do Campo: O Marido Campeão Não Para de Mimar

"Grandmother, this is not a partition of the household. You are trying to drive my mother and me out!"

A thin little girl stood in the Tong family courtyard, one hand pressed to the wound on her forehead, the other pointing at Old Madam Tong in accusation.

"Shut your mouth, you wretched girl! I am speaking to your mother. Since when is it your turn to interrupt?" Old Madam Tong stood by the door of the main house, the tiny slits of her eyes full of calculation.

When Xu Jinniang heard this, she hurriedly stepped in front of Tong Chuxue. "Mother, Chuxue is only a little upset."

Old Madam Tong spat in disdain, clearly refusing to accept Xu Jinniang's excuse. "That little wretch has certainly grown a backbone today. She hardly dares breathe a word on ordinary days, and now she even dares point at my nose and curse me. If I do not teach her a lesson, people will think all the Tong girls lack manners!"

With that, Old Madam Tong raised her hand to strike.

Xu Jinniang stood before Tong Chuxue, and just as that slap was about to land on her face, Tong Chuxue tightened her arms and held Xu Jinniang firmly in her embrace. The full force of Old Madam Tong's palm crashed against the back of Tong Chuxue's head.

Tong Chuxue was already frail and thin; the blow nearly sent her sprawling to the ground, but Xu Jinniang managed to support her in time.

Old Madam Tong was still not satisfied. "This household is being divided today, whether you like it or not. I will give you two hours.