Su Gaoli was pacing back and forth in his bedroom like a caged beast, his slippers dragging loudly against the carpet. His face was red with fury, and every few seconds he would throw his hands up as if the air itself had offended him.
"That cheap woman!" he exploded for the fifth—no, sixth time.
"She had no class, no manners, no respect for her elders! She talks back like some wild street brat. Does she not know how to be obedient? How to be soft-spoken? How to be a proper daughter-in-law?!"
Du Xinran sat gracefully on the bed, her expression soft and understanding, every bit the picture of a calm, gentle wife.
"Gaoli, calm down," she murmured, her tone sweet but her eyes shimmering with false concern. "Don't stress yourself. She is young… what can we expect?"
Her words were meant to soothe, but like gasoline on flame, they only ignited him further.
