TFWYH – Chapter 435 Essentially Different

When Tang Wan saw this, her temper instantly flared.

“Oh wow, look at that temper of mine,” she said. “If you’re going to cry, then focus on crying. Why are you still staring at my husband? Do you think he’ll argue with me for the sake of some irrelevant stranger like you? Where does that confidence even come from?”

Wen Dai’er’s face stiffened. She didn’t know whether to keep crying or stop, inwardly cursing:

Why doesn’t this woman follow the usual script?

After all, noble ladies in ancient times were supposed to be reserved and gentle—or at least pretend to be.

But to Tang Wan, this level of combat ability wasn’t even comparable to Old Madam Liu from Huanshan Village.

At least Old Madam Liu dared to throw hands.

These women, on the other hand, just kept repeating things like “How could you behave this way…”

What was the use?

They couldn’t win in a fight, couldn’t win in an argument, and at most relied on petty schemes.

To put it bluntly, they didn’t dare confront anyone directly and could only pin their hopes on men.

Tang Wan was different.

She could fight, argue, and she had money. She had never relied on a man.

On the contrary—she protected her man.

That was the fundamental difference between her and these traditional women.

And now, Wen Dai’er had absolutely no way to deal with her.

All her little schemes seemed powerless before Tang Wan.

Just then, the residence gates opened. A girl of about fifteen or sixteen ran out, followed by a man in his twenties.

The girl’s face lit up when she saw Tang Wan.

“You must be Madam Ling, right? Hello, sister! My name is Yi Yashu—I’m my father’s daughter!”

“…Uh…” Who introduced themselves like that?

“Shu’er, stop fooling around!” the young man scolded, glaring at her.

Yi Yashu made a face at him and familiarly hooked her arm through Tang Wan’s.

“My younger sister is mischievous. Madam Ling, please forgive her,” the young man said, cupping his hands politely toward Tang Wan. Then he turned to Ling Yu. “Seeing you today surpasses all I’ve heard—truly an outstanding gentleman. My surname is Yi, given name Minzhe. I am the eldest son of Yi Zhanhong, Prefect of Weng City. My father was delighted to hear of your arrival and sent my sister and me to welcome you. Please follow me inside, Brother Ling and Madam Ling.”

Ling Yu smiled lightly and returned the salute.

“I am honored. Coming unannounced was my own lack of consideration.”

“You’re too polite, Brother Ling. Please.”

“After you, Brother Yi.”

The two men exchanged courtesies and prepared to enter.

At that moment, Yi Yashu finally noticed Wen Dai’er. The smile on her face instantly vanished.

“Didn’t you say you were going to a poetry gathering? Why are you still here?”

“I… I’m leaving now, right away!” Facing Yi Yashu, Wen Dai’er was nothing like her earlier arrogant self with Tang Wan. Instead, she appeared timid and submissive.

To Tang Wan, it felt as though Wen Dai’er was actually afraid of Yi Yashu.

Yi Yashu clicked her tongue in disdain, pulled Tang Wan along, and walked inside while muttering:

“Sister, don’t pay attention to that shameless woman. She’s terrible—she tried to climb into my elder brother’s bed and caused my sister-in-law to misunderstand. The child was even lost because of it. Let me tell you…”

Wen Dai’er was a niece from Madam Yi’s maternal family, though quite distantly related.

After she came of age, thanks to Madam Yi’s influence, many marriage proposals arrived.

However, the suitors were mostly commoners or low-ranking scholars.

Wen Dai’er had lofty ambitions and looked down on them, believing none were worthy of her.

Her parents thought the same.

So they sent her to stay with Madam Yi, hoping Madam Yi would take her out frequently and help her broaden her horizons—and perhaps secure a more prestigious match.