Perhaps listening to his wife vent her frustrations, he would comfort her after listening and cheer her up.
He raised his head to signal the maids in the room to leave and strolled to Mrs. Jiang. After sitting down, he reached out to take the embroidery hoop she held tightly.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Jiang's grip tightened in that instant, clearly she was challenging him.
Marquis Zhaoren's face showed shock, and he hurriedly said, "Ouch! There's a needle, be careful not to hurt me. I'd be heartbroken."
Hearing this, the strength in Mrs. Jiang's hand relaxed, and her face unconsciously reddened. She snickered and coldly snorted, "I wouldn't care if a wretch like you died."
After speaking, she felt that she had said the wrong thing. She quickly spat three times, then looked at the man with a smile in his eyes and said, "Why are you so free today to visit me? I thought you weren't coming."
