A Hundred Ways to Run that B*tch to Death

"We're not done yet," Qu Jing chuckled, smiling. "Don't be in such a hurry. I'll help you lodge a police report later."

 "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 accomplishment in life is marrying into the Helan family and becoming their matron, yet you think that you can become a diamond when you're dirt? Don't forget how you married Helan Mingde that year. Do you want me to reveal all the dirt and filth from then?"

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

 Alarms went off in Mrs. Helan's head. "You're talking nonsense!" she yelled. "Mingde, don't listen to her. She's talking nonsense. Everything she says is nonsense…"