Tang Ruyi listened to her mother, her mind spun twice, and a wicked idea came out. She used to be quite jealous of Tang Wanwan, but she could never outdo her. This time, she'd definitely humiliate her. After thinking about it, she suddenly said, "Mother, we can send some things over to provoke them. Isn't that Tang Wanwan always full of herself? Let her see us like this now, and she'll be green with envy. Isn't her mother marrying off for ten taels of silver to an old man? Let's see what she has to say now."
"Exactly, I saw that old man today too, he's a short winter melon, with a face as black as if it had rolled in soot. You see Lady Chen's arrogance, even she has to find someone like that." Mrs. Wang thought of it and felt particularly pleased. Lady Chen, you're having your day too. Weren't you always so full of yourself?
