<h4>Chapter 797: A Hundred Ways to Run that B*tch to Death</h4>


    “We’re not done yet,” Qu Jing chuckled, smiling. “Don’t be in such a hurry. I’ll help you lodge a police reportter.”


    “Zhang Suya, even if you tried to pick a fight with me, how could you possibly do so? What do you have?” Mrs. Yue said slowly. “A man? Your greatest aplishment in life is marrying into the Hn family and bing their matron, yet you think that you can be a diamond when you’re dirt? Don’t forget how you married Hn Mingde that year. Do you want me to reveal all the dirt and filth from then?”


    Hn Mingde was angry, but he heard the implications behind her words. “What are you talking about?” he asked immediately.


    rms went off in Mrs. Hn’s head. “You’re talking nonsense!” she yelled. “Mingde, don’t listen to her. She’s talking nonsense. Everything she says is nonsense...”


    “Stop screaming,” Ji Mianmian said, pulling her ears. “Our madam didn’t even say anything yet, and you go on babbling ‘nonsense’—or could it be you’re afraid of something?”


    “Mrs. Yue, what are you talking about?” Hn Mingde repeated his question.


    “What am I talking about? You thought you slept with her in the aftermath of a drunken celebration? Idiot. She drugged you. Just go around and ask any man around here. Can a single man, so drunk he cannot differentiate right and left, have the strength to crawl towards and rape a conscious woman? Even before that, you have to ask yourself if you could even get erect at that point.”


    Hn Mingde’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He stared at Mrs. Yue, face ovee with shock.


    Panic coursed through Mrs. Hn. “Mingde, don’t believe her...Don’t believe her. She’s trying to drive a wedge between us,” she pleaded immediately. “She’s stirring up drama. Don’t fall for her trap. This woman, she’s...vicious. We’ve been married for decades already. Don’t you believe me?”


    “I know, we’ve been married for decades. We’ve...been married...” Hn Mingde kept repeating ‘we have been married’.


    He was telling himself that even if Zhang Suya had drugged him then, they had already been married for over thirty years now. They already had two children. He could not be calctive now, even if it was the truth.


    Hn Mingde was right to think like this, and this was the most logical line of thought. There was no way to change what had happened in their marriage.


    However, Mrs. Yue was not done with her tricks. “Oh, I almost forgot to mention this: Hn Mingde, do you still think that you’re Zhang Suya’s first man?” she dropped another bomb on him.


    Hn Mingde watched Mrs. Yue cautiously.


    “Don’t y dumb,” Mrs. Yue jabbed. “Seriously, you’ve grown so old and you’ve never even thought about it properly? No wonder you were cheated on for decades. You deserved it. I can’t believe that you who have slept with so many women never thought that your first time with Zhang Suya was strange.


    “Hn Mingde, I think you’re someone who has slightly more morals than Zhang Suya, so I’d be d to enlighten you. I will tell you today that Zhang Suya’s first time was when she was 17 years old—he was the Year 12 ss teacher. His name is Wu Guodong. He’s retired now. You can go investigate and find out if I am speaking the truth at any time.


    “How do I know this so clearly, you may ask? How could I not know?” Mrs. Yue continued, rubbing her chin. “She wanted to swap exam papers with me—make my family think I was aplete dunce at school. She wanted to ruin my summer break, so she slept with the ss teacher. In the end, our papers were exchanged. You probably thought that your wife is a pure saint. She’s been nothing but a she-devil from the start.”


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