The Malevolent Madam

"Hmph! Thinking back to how Master Liu almost had feelings for that wench makes me feel sick! She was only slightly prettier than me. What's there to be so pleased about?" said Madam Liu with a tone of voice which didn't mask her hatred in the slightest.

A vicious glint flashed across Mama Zhao's eyes. "Madam, think about how that wench died and you'll feel a lot better. In the four years that she stayed, that wench never slept more than two hours every day and had to do the most painful and tiring work. She was just skin and bones when she died, and her entire body was covered in cuts and bruises. Even in that kind of state, she tried to bed the master to take care of her daughter. Back then, the Master was kind enough not to have buried that disgusting woman alive," she replied with a smirk.

"Haha... Yes, that felt great. What good also happened? Tell me again. Just hearing about it makes me happy," laughed Madam Liu, as she whipped her head back.