In that moment, the look on Chen Wanyue's face was even more twisted than the statue of King Yan that Mr. Shi kept on his altar.
She had thrown a destructive tantrum, frightening her foolish husband into a wailing mess and earning herself a good beating from her mother-in-law before she finally settled down.
But she was still seething. So, after learning they would be performing ancestral rites today, she had come to cause a scene.
Unexpectedly, things got off to a bad start. Before she could even begin her performance, someone managed to thoroughly disgust her.
The disgusting nature of those words was worse than her husband, who ran around the courtyard naked in broad daylight, oblivious to his own filth. It was even more sickening than when she was stripped naked and forced into bed with him by her in-laws. It was enough to make her want to vomit.
