A Young B*tch Raised by an Old B*tch

Helan Mingde wiped a layer of sweat from his brow. "Even if we–we were wrong, and we shouldn't have acted on our own, shouldn't you go a little easier on us?" he said anxiously. "What on earth did we do to deserve such anger and hatred? To have you do this to Suya? She has a good heart that was just used in the wrong way. You Yues… You're outrageous... You're too arrogant…"

 Mrs. Yue took another sip of water. "Don't be so uptight, Helan Mingde. Grab a stool, sit down and listen. What comes next requires your full attention."

 A sheen of cold sweat formed over Mrs. Helan's aching body. Her eyes were like twin balls of fire. She had lost all feeling in both arms, but her brain was clear and sharp.

 "Let go of me. You Yues are truly shameless," she snarled. "The entire city of Luo–the entire country will see your true colors. I don't believe that…righteous society will allow you to challenge the authority of national law so presumptuously."