It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

Chapter 171 Stray Dog

Zheng Chengyuan turned back suddenly, his eyes like torches, and he was furious: "Su Wanyu, are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"

Su Wanyu smiled lightly, shook her head and sighed, "Intentionally? Third Master Zheng, have you forgotten how you talked about me when you were feasting with those young masters?"

"You said I was a hen that couldn't lay eggs because of years of infertility, and you speculated when your second brother would kick me out. The money you spent on wine and women came from me, and I was also the one who was ridiculed and despised. What does all this mean?"

Zheng Chengyuan was speechless when he heard this. Those rumors did spread two years after Su Wanyu married into the Zheng family, and he never expected that they would reach her ears. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he pursed his lips and had no more words to refute.

On the table, the gold coin sparkled brightly under the candlelight, and was extremely dazzling.

Zheng Chengyuan narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. After a long while, he finally made up his mind and slowly walked towards the bowl of dog food that symbolized humiliation.

Twenty taels of gold would be enough to allow them to live in a superior house, and perhaps even provide a glimmer of hope for their father’s rescue.

In comparison, the grievance of this meal is nothing to worry about.

"Okay, I'll eat."

Zheng Chengyuan gritted his teeth, strode forward, picked up the bowl of disgusting food, suppressed his nausea, scooped up a piece of broken bones and meat, put it in his mouth, and immediately caused a violent retching.

Yun Yi covered her mouth and chuckled, "Third Master, please don't spit it out, or I'll have to go get some more food for Wangcai."

Zheng Chengyuan glared at Yun Yi with his eyes wide open, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, and forced himself to swallow the second mouthful. The process was extremely difficult.

Su Wanyu sipped her tea leisurely while quietly observing his every move, her eyes deep and complex.

Zheng Chengyuan ate extremely slowly, and it took him a full quarter of an hour to finish the bowl of food.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his wet hair stuck to his forehead. He held the empty basin and staggered towards Su Wanyu: "Miss Su, are you satisfied?"

Su Wanyu gently pushed away the teacup, picked up the gold, stood up, and slowly walked towards him.

Zheng Chengyuan wiped the stains from his face and forehead, and the resentment in his eyes was gradually replaced by a hint of anticipation.

Su Wanyu stood beside him, with her palm facing up, revealing the glittering gold.

Zheng Chengyuan stretched out his hands tremblingly, wanting to take it with excitement.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the gold, Su Wanyu suddenly tightened his grip on the gold ingot and raised his arm. The gold, a symbol of hope, was like a meteor, drawing a parabola and finally sinking into the pond in front, leaving only circles of ripples.

With a "plop", the gold disappeared under the water. Zheng Chengyuan got nothing and was stunned and shocked: "You, how could you throw it away!"

He screamed and hurried to the edge of the pond, staring at the water, repeatedly confirming the disappearance of the gold in disbelief.

The pond in the front yard is as flat as a mirror, deep and dark, and quietly connected to the sparkling inner lake within the mansion, as if hiding countless secrets.

Once the golden coins sank into the abyss, they were like stars thrown into the endless night sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving only ripples slowly spreading on the water surface.

"Gold! My gold!"

Zheng Chengyuan's face was as pale as paper, with despair and anger intertwined. He slapped his hands wildly on the cold water, causing waves of splashes and scaring away a few resting swallows and sparrows.

"My gold!"

He almost roared, and the grief and anger in his voice was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air around him.

At this moment, he, who was the third son of the Marquis of Changping, looked so miserable, like a stray dog ​​who had lost his comfortable life and was wailing on the dilapidated streets. Facing the leftovers on the ground, he could only whimper helplessly.

His clothes were clinging to his skin, and water drops slid down his forehead, bringing a bit of coldness and making him look even more desolate.

The wet body trembled as it turned around. Zheng Chengyuan's eyes were as sharp as torches, glaring fiercely at the woman standing on the shore with an indifferent expression - Su Wanyu.

"You're teasing me!"

He accused, his voice mixed with disbelief and anger.

Su Wanyu smiled slightly, but that smile concealed an unquestionable determination: "How dare I tease the third young master of the Marquis's Mansion? However, in our Su family, there is a long-standing rule: no matter whether it is gold or silver treasures, even if they are accidentally lost, they are not allowed to flow into the pockets of your Zheng family, not even a penny."

Yun Yi gently moved to Su Wanyu's side, her laughter was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, but her words were tinged with sharp sarcasm: "Mr. Zheng San, if you are really short of money, I can consider asking someone to go to the famous Luoyan Tower to ask if they still need someone to clean the toilet. If they really need someone, you can be a pimp there, and maybe you can earn a little money to supplement your family income after a day."

"Luoyan Tower" and "Gui Gong", these words are undoubtedly a great humiliation to the noble Third Master Zheng.

Yun Yi's verbal sparring is undoubtedly the sharpest weapon.

Zheng Chengyuan's anger seemed to be fueled by a strong wind. He clenched his fists and his eyes were about to spit fire. His previous gentleness disappeared in an instant. He roared at the top of his lungs: "You never thought about really giving me the gold, right?!"

Su Wanyu walked into the house calmly, her tone as cold as ice: "Mr. Zheng San, now that you understand, please leave quickly and don't force me to do anything inhumane."

This was the first time in Zheng Chengyuan's life that he felt the humiliation of being played around by others. What was even more difficult for him to accept was that he had unknowingly eaten the bowl of food prepared for the pet.

How could he endure such a great humiliation? Without waiting for Su Wanyu to drive him away, he could no longer suppress his anger and humiliation. He pointed at her with a trembling finger, his voice becoming hoarse with excitement: "Su Wanyu, even if our Zheng family is in such a state of decline now, we are still descendants of an official family. And you, a married woman, have no one to rely on. In the future, you can only guard those copper-smelling coins and die alone!"

"The smell of money?"

Su Wanyu's lips curled up into a cold smile. The humility and flattery she had shown when she humbly asked for help were completely different from the person in front of her. She turned her head and told Siqi beside her, "Siqi, send the guest away."

"Yes, ma'am."

Siqi responded with quick movements.

Zheng Chengyuan's body was shaking with anger and fear. He looked at the empty food bowl again. A wave of nausea surged in his heart and he was about to utter bad words again.

However, before he could finish his words, Si Qi had quickly picked up a sturdy long stick and swung it violently. The stick hit his waist like thunder, and the heavy sound accompanied by a muffled groan echoed in the air.

"Ah! You dare to hit me!"

He screamed in pain, holding his aching back, and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.