Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

Upon hearing the commotion, Madam Shen's face instantly darkened. The voice belonged to none other than Zhao, the wife of the man who had seized the Shen family's property, who was also Shen Qing's cousin-in-law.

Before anyone could answer from inside, Zhao pushed open the door herself, a fake smile on her face: "Oh, so you're home. Why didn't you answer? I thought you were deaf too."

"Get out of here! You're not welcome in our house!"

Shen's mother was already red with anger and started cursing in the direction of the sound.

She was a gentle person by nature, and she would never have done such a thing unless she had been bullied to the extreme.

Zhao, being thick-skinned, still smiled and said, "Auntie, how can you say that? My husband is practically your son now, and I'm practically your daughter-in-law. We're family."

After Shen's father passed away, the clan arranged for Shen Chengzong to be adopted by his father so that he could rightfully inherit his father's restaurant and family property. That is why Zhao said that Shen Chengzong was half a son of Shen's mother.

"Moreover, I have some great news to tell you. I've found a good family for Sister Shen Qing. Once she marries into that family, her future will be filled with happiness!"

As she spoke, Zhao quickly walked to Shen Qing's side, grabbed Shen Qing's hand, and continued, "Sister Shen Qing, your sister-in-law has found you an excellent husband. He's rich and doting. Once you marry him, you won't have to live a hard life. You can just buy jewelry and drink tea every day. It'll be very comfortable..."

"Get out." Shen Qing said coldly, breaking free from Zhao's hand.

Mrs. Shen angrily shouted, "Get out! Get out! What kind of good family are you? You two have no good intentions. It's bad enough that you seized my family's property, but today you even have designs on my daughter. This is really going too far!"

Shen Chengzong and his wife are both full of bad intentions; how could they possibly be genuinely good to her daughter?

Seeing their attitude, Zhao stopped pretending and, hands on her hips, arrogantly shouted, "What a waste of kindness! Master Liu is rich and powerful, and she's going to be the principal wife. Once Shen Qing marries him, she'll be living a life of wealth and honor. What? Is she waiting for that poor scholar Song Wenqian? Tsk tsk tsk, I hope she doesn't starve to death in this dilapidated house."

"If it really comes to that point, even if they come begging to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to find such a good marriage."

Mr. Liu is a wealthy merchant who is forty-seven years old this year. His wife has passed away, and he has never remarried.

In order to curry favor with Master Liu, Shen Chengzong and his wife set their sights on Shen Qing.

"Get out of here! My daughter can earn her own money now. We will never starve. If anyone is to die, it will be you. Sooner or later, God will punish you!" Mother Shen was so angry that she trembled all over and her face turned red.

Everyone knows that Master Liu is a decrepit old man, and Zhao is simply inhuman!

"Make money?" Zhao sneered, her eyes sweeping over Shen Qing's stall equipment. "So you've gone out to show your face in public, huh? How much money can you possibly make? Aren't you ashamed..."

As they were talking, Zhao was suddenly startled.

Suddenly, Shen Qing appeared in the house with a knife and a stick, and strode straight toward Zhao Shi with a cold and indifferent expression.

"I'm doing this for your own good. Setting up a stall doesn't make money. If you marry Master Liu, you won't have to do anything and you can enjoy wealth and luxury. Listen to me carefully..."

As Zhao retreated, she spoke, her arrogance diminished considerably.

For some reason, she felt a little afraid of Shen Qing, as if Shen Qing's demeanor was different from before.

The previous Shen Qing was soft and gentle, without any sharp edges, and it was obvious that she was loved by her family.

The current Shen Qing is indifferent and calm, and her eyes send chills down one's spine.

"Aren't you going to get lost?" Shen Qing's voice was icy.

Zhao was afraid, but unwilling to give up, so she opened her mouth and said, "Sister Shen Qing..."

The next moment, Shen Qing swung the stick in his hand straight at Zhao Shi.