USWHC -Chapter 113 Splitting the Family (Part 3)

Zhu Jie watched as Ji Mei charged toward her like a madwoman. She had braced herself for a full-on, crazy-woman-style brawl, but to her surprise, Ji Mei suddenly darted past her. She wasn’t attacking her at all!

Ji Mei shouted as she ran straight to the bed, heading frantically for the wooden chest at the head of it.

Of course, she knew she couldn’t beat Zhu Jie—who would dare fight her for real?

Zhu Jie smirked inwardly but didn’t stop her. As long as she didn’t strip off her clothes, the old garments she had brought—Ji Mei could take them back if she wanted.

But unexpectedly, Ji Mei froze mid-tumble. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she shakily pulled a greased-cloth bundle from the chest. “What’s this?”

Her voice trembled with excitement, and Zhu Jie leaned over to look. The sight immediately soured her mood.

Peeking out from one corner of the greased-cloth bundle was a lake-blue garment—not just any piece, but the new clothes Ji Yi had given her!

“That’s not yours!” Zhu Jie’s voice turned cold, her delicate brows lifting sharply.

Ji Mei’s eyes widened even further. “Where did you get these clothes?” she demanded, practically ripping the greased cloth open with impatience.

Zhu Jie hadn’t even opened the clothes since receiving them; now Ji Mei had done it first. The thrill of unwrapping a gift vanished instantly, replaced by waves of anger.

Ji Mei’s face, however, lit up. The clothes were stunning—the most beautiful she had ever seen. The lake-blue jacket was embroidered with vivid pink flower clusters in delicate silk thread. The flowers were bright yet subtle, shimmering as if light were flowing from them.

Beneath the jacket was a snow-white skirt, its edges embroidered with matching pink flowers, where tiny bees frolicked among the petals.

Such a beautiful outfit didn’t even need to be worn. Just looking at it intoxicated Ji Mei. She couldn’t help stroking the garment. The fabric was smoother than skin, and the embroidery finer and more lustrous than hair. What kind of clothes were these?

Zhu Jie, however, didn’t share Ji Mei’s wide-eyed awe. Yes, the outfit was beautiful, but at most it was a fine silk garment. To someone like her, accustomed to the finest goods, it wasn’t that impressive. This was why she had never bothered to open it herself.

But seeing Ji Mei’s greedy expression, touching the clothes as if they were already hers, was truly infuriating.

Ji Mei couldn’t stop caressing the garment, and even tried to put it on. But the moment she lifted it, the soft, silky clothes floated lightly from her hands!

It floated? Ji Mei panicked. “My clothes!” she shouted.

“They’re mine!” Zhu Jie, however, grinned triumphantly, looking down on her with disdain. She held the clothes lightly, even waving them teasingly in front of Ji Mei.

“What do you mean yours? During the family division, we agreed that everything in this house belongs to us, so the clothes are mine—mine!” Ji Mei’s voice shrilled, growing higher as she lunged to snatch the clothes from Zhu Jie.

But Zhu Jie sidestepped smoothly, and Ji Mei stumbled, falling face-first onto the bed with a slap—a complete face-plant. Zhu Jie couldn’t help but giggle at her ridiculous appearance.

Unexpectedly, Ji Mei’s fury escalated. She seemed to lose all reason, no longer caring about whether she could defeat Zhu Jie. She spun around, threw her arms tightly around Zhu Jie from behind, and shouted, choking her, “Give it to me! Give it to me!”

Caught off guard by the sudden strangling, Zhu Jie froze. She hadn’t imagined Ji Mei could go so far over a piece of clothing.

Really? She’s gone mad? Zhu Jie didn’t dare slack off. She grabbed Ji Mei’s hands from her neck and forcefully pried them apart.

This time, Zhu Jie was serious—she used real strength. Ji Mei was no match. With a scream, “Ah! It hurts! It hurts!” she twisted like a rag doll as Zhu Jie spun her around in a full circle.