TFWYH – Chapter 135 Words of Tigers and Wolves

That sarcastic tone—there was no mistaking who it was aimed at.

Widow Hong’s face immediately darkened, her mouth opening as if to curse back.

But then she caught sight of Madam Jiang frowning, and she forced herself to swallow it down.

That wretch was clearly trying to provoke her!

If she really started squabbling like a shrew, she might frighten Madam Jiang.

And why was she so worried about frightening Madam Jiang, of all people?

Because she’d once worked in a pleasure house, Widow Hong considered herself fairly good at reading people.

Although Madam Jiang hid it well, in her eyes, Jiang never truly blended in with the village women. The more she interacted with her, the stronger this feeling became.

Madam Jiang disliked coarse, vulgar village women—Widow Hong’s intuition told her so.

If she were to step forward now and get into a catfight, Jiang would definitely be displeased.

Widow Hong sincerely wanted to build a good relationship with the Second Branch family, and she especially liked the gentle, refined Jiang. She didn’t want to make her unhappy because of some irrelevant busybody.

Seeing her hold her tongue, Madam Shen assumed she was guilty, and with a mix of scorn and secret satisfaction, her words became sharper:

“Some people, huh, coming out of a brothel—other than serving men, what else do they know? Wanniang, you’re doing a proper business. There are plenty of decent folk in our village, more than you can count. But some worn-out hag, a thousand men’s plaything, full of filthy schemes—who knows what she’s plotting by clinging to you? You’d better be on guard!”

Widow Hong’s face twitched, her skin trembling with fury; she nearly spat blood.

These so-called “virtuous wives,” one by one, were sharper-tongued than any woman from a brothel!

Yes, she wasn’t spotless, but she hadn’t wronged them. Why were they so intent on hounding her?

As Madam Shen marveled at her ability to hold back, she suddenly thought of something and exclaimed in disbelief:

“Lord Yu is such a fine-looking young man. That old tramp has been running to your house a lot lately… don’t tell me she’s harboring some filthy thoughts…”

“Since your mouth is full of shit, stop spraying it everywhere.” Tang Wan’s icy voice cut through the air.

Madam Shen froze, her expression souring.

But this was Tang Wan—a woman with overwhelming force. She didn’t dare push too far.

She forced out a smile. “Wanniang, I was only thinking of your good. Why can’t you tell kindness from malice? Everyone in the village knows she came from that kind of place. Doesn’t it disgust you?”

“Having you spew filth first thing in the morning is what’s disgusting.” Tang Wan shot her a frosty glance, then said earnestly:

“Women in brothels at least don’t steal or rob; they earn money with their own skills. And you—you can’t even make fifty coins in a month. Where do you get the nerve to look down on her?”

Madam Shen opened her mouth, but found herself utterly speechless.

Tang Wan continued, “If you’re jealous she can earn money, you can always go to a brothel yourself. But you’re old and ugly—no brothel would ever take you.”