Even when she scolded someone, Mrs. Ji's voice remained gentle.
Su Lin slammed her palm down on the table, "Who are you calling a dog?"
Mrs. Ji, unflustered and sitting elegantly, replied, "With such loud yelling, what else would you be? Are you planning to get physical with me? Have you thought about the consequences?"
Su Lin truly didn't dare to lay a hand on Ji Qingning.
Mrs. Ji continued, "Guard well what you have stolen. Theft is a major sin in Buddhism, typically leading to poverty, and poverty is something thieves like you fear the most."
Su Lin pointed at Mrs. Ji and roared, "You are the thief! I met Li Qiankun first, we were already together. It was you who stole him, who stole my love, and made me sneak around all these years."
Mrs. Ji felt nauseous at those words.
Those two had indeed gotten together before marriage.
But what Li Qiankun had told her was that she was his first love, his only one—otherwise, how could she have possibly…
Forget it.