What kind of grudge was this? How could their words be so venomous?
'Are they going to start fighting? Maybe I should find somewhere safe to hide.'
'GASP... They're fighting! They're actually fighting!'
No, they didn't fight. Just in the nick of time, Mrs. Meng shouted, "Stop!" and forcefully grabbed her son's arm, which he had raised high in the air.
It was those two words, "my wife," that snapped Mrs. Meng's anger-addled mind back to clarity for a brief moment.
She had always kept a close watch on Chen Wanqing, hoping she would fall on hard times. And yet, not only had Chen Wanqing not suffered, she was thriving.
Ever since Chen Wanqing's father started working at the government office, hobnobbing with people from every walk of life, Mrs. Meng could no longer use her underhanded tactics. She could only redouble her secret curses: 'May Chen Wanqing's business fail! May she never find a good husband!'
But the Bodhisattva did not hear her spiteful curses.
