The roars of laughter and jeers from the crowd stabbed at Mrs. Meng's ears like needles. Her head, which already ached, now throbbed as if it were about to split open.
Her vision darkened, and she desperately wished she could just faint and leave it all behind.
But Mrs. Meng was proud and obstinate. She could fight someone to the bitter end, but to make her back down and act cowardly? That was a fate worse than death.
The rims of Mrs. Meng's eyes reddened, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to ask, "Chen Wanqing, is this your ginseng?"
Chen Wanqing nodded. "It is. The price the apothecary offered didn't meet my expectations, so I was planning to process it and take it home for later. I never imagined that you, Mrs. Meng, would be so kind and wealthy, willing to spend a fortune to do a good deed for someone else. Mrs. Meng, you really are a good person."
