I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

Looking at the hand extended in front of him, Shang Sheyu's lips curled into a playful smile.

give?

Does Shangzhaixing think this place is a business?

Do they still see her as the same pushover they used to bully?

"Why?" Shang Sheyu asked calmly.

Shang Zhaixing was taken aback: "What? Why?"

"Why should I give it to you?" Shang Sheyu looked at her with a half-smile. "This was a gift from my mother-in-law. Why should I give it to you just because you want it?"

Shang Zhaixing didn't expect her to refuse, and immediately frowned, looking completely matter-of-fact: "I'm your sister, we're family. Now that you're successful, what's wrong with helping your sister out? Besides, you don't need another ring, so why not give it to me? Why all the 'whys'?"

This kind of robber logic is simply laughable.

Shang Sheyu's smile faded, and his eyes turned cold.

"no."

She refused decisively.

"The ring is a token of my mother-in-law's affection and belongs to the Quan family. It cannot be given away casually. If Fifth Sister needs jewelry, she can ask her aunt or borrow from Fourth Sister. I don't have any extra for you."

Rejected to his face, Shang Zhaixing's face turned a deep shade of liver.

In the past, when she was in business, Shang Sheyu never dared to say "no" to her whenever she asked.

Even if it's Shang Sheyu's favorite hairpin, if she wants it, Shang Sheyu has to obediently hand it over with both hands.

But now, this bitch actually dares to refuse her?

The immense sense of disparity ignited a burning jealousy within Shang Zhaixing.

"Shang Sheyu, what do you mean?"

Shang Zhaixing suddenly stood up, pointed at Shang Sheyu's nose, and scolded, "Don't think you're so great just because you married into the Quan family. You were just a bride in a marriage exchange, what are you acting like, acting all high and mighty? I'm giving you face by asking you for that cheap ring, and you really think you're something special?"

She grew angrier and angrier as she spoke, and seeing Shang Sheyu's nonchalant demeanor only fueled her rage.

Snapped!

Shang Zhaixing grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it on the ground.

Porcelain shards scattered everywhere.

Shang Sheyu instinctively turned her head to avoid it, but she was still a step too slow.

A sharp shard of porcelain flew up and grazed her cheek, causing a sharp pain followed by a thin trail of blood.

"Miss!"

Hearing the commotion, Xi'er, who had been waiting at the door, pushed the door open and rushed in.

Upon seeing the bleeding gash on Shang Sheyu's face, Xi'er was terrified. She rushed over to shield Shang Sheyu, tears streaming down her face, "Miss, are you alright? You're bleeding!"

Shang Sheyu raised her hand and touched her cheek, her fingertips stained with a touch of crimson.

She remained seated, but her once clear and cold eyes now seemed to be covered in ice, staring coldly at Shang Zhaixing.

After Shang Zhaixing finished venting her anger, she was startled herself, but seeing Shang Sheyu injured, she felt a sense of vengeful pleasure.

"Serves you right!"

"This is what happens when you're stingy."

Upon hearing this, Xi'er trembled with rage. She turned around and pointed at Shang Zhaixing, shouting, "Fifth Miss, how could you lay a hand on her? This is the Quan Mansion, not the Shang Mansion! You've hurt Miss; the Old Madam and the Young Master will never let you get away with this!"

"You lowly servant girl, how dare you lecture me?"

Shang Zhaixing was furious when she saw a maidservant dare to yell at her, and she felt extremely humiliated.

"I see you followed this slut to the Quan family and learned to bully others by association!"

Shang Zhaixing raised her hand and slapped Xi'er hard across the face: "Today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your master, you arrogant and ignorant dog!"

However, her palm did not fall.

A cold hand caught her wrist firmly in mid-air.

Shang Zhaixing was taken aback and turned to look.

Suddenly, Shang Sheyu stood up, and his hand, adorned with a gold ring, gripped her wrist tightly like an iron clamp.

Shang Sheyu's face still bore traces of blood, but his eyes held a chilling ferocity.

"you..."

Shang Zhaixing was startled by her gaze and instinctively tried to break free, but found that the other person's strength was astonishing and she couldn't break free at all.

"Shang Zhaixing"

Shang Sheyu's voice was soft, yet chilling: "If you dare to slap me, I guarantee you won't be leaving this room today."

Shang Zhaixing froze, a sense of inexplicable fear rising in her heart.

"What...what do you want to do?" she shouted, her voice trembling with fear. "Do you want to kill me? I'm your sister!"

"younger sister?"

Shang Sheyu sneered, then suddenly tightened his grip, squeezing Shang Zhaixing's wrist so hard that the bones cracked and she screamed in pain.

"When you smashed the cup and hurt me, did you think about me being your sister?"

Shang Sheyu flung her hand away, slowly wiped the blood off her face with a handkerchief, and said in a chilling tone, "This is the Quan family. I am the third young mistress of the Quan family. If you make a scene here and hurt me, you are slapping the Quan family in the face."

"You think the old lady is a vegetarian?"

Shang Sheyu took a step closer, looking down at her: "Do you believe that if I shout right now, the guards outside will rush in and drag you out? At that time, forget about getting any ring you want, the entire business will probably be ruined along with you."

Shang Zhaixing was forced to retreat repeatedly until her back hit the antique shelf.

Looking at Shang Sheyu, who exuded a powerful and even somewhat intimidating aura, she finally realized that this third sister was no longer the pushover they used to be.

The Quan family's social standing is certainly not a place where she can run wild.

If we really alarm Old Madam Quan, the consequences...

Shang Zhaixing shivered, and the arrogance on his face vanished instantly.

"I...I'll leave."

Shang Zhaixing gritted her teeth, glared at Shang Sheyu resentfully, then glared fiercely at Xi'er. Clutching her wrist, which had been pinched painfully, she turned and ran out in a disheveled state.

Only after running out of the West Garden gate did she dare to turn back and spit.

"Pooh!"

"What is that?! We'll see!"

Inside the room, Shang Sheyu watched the fleeing figure, the coldness in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only indifference.

"Miss, your face..."

Xi'er leaned closer, feeling sorry for her.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

She walked to the dressing mirror and looked at herself. The wound wasn't deep; it was just a scratch. But if this kind of wound wasn't treated with medicine, it could still leave a scar.

There was no scar removal ointment in the medicine box, so after treating it briefly, I asked Xi'er to go to the pharmacy to get some herbs so I could make it myself.

Not long after the medicinal herbs were brought back, there was a knock on the door.

Xi'er was holding a pestle when she heard the noise. She quickly put down her work and ran to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a young maidservant whose face was unfamiliar.