Wu Xinxin slapped the woman across the face.
The woman's crying boy beside her burst into loud sobs.
The woman was not meek; having been slapped by Wu Xinxin, she covered her face with one hand while looking at Wu Xinxin, "Am I talking nonsense?"
With a cold laugh, the woman questioned.
"Miss Wu, my man is Zheng Yuan. Do you dare say that you haven't seduced him? This skirt in my hand was found in my man's bed. Miss Wu, you took off your skirt and lost your clothes in my man's bed; how can you say you have nothing to do with him? Who would believe that?"
Wu Xinxin's face turned pale.
The onlookers started talking among themselves.
They looked at Wu Xinxin with disdain.
"Ptooey, shameless, utterly shameless. Not yet married and already doing such things. You call yourself the respectable young mistress of the Wu Family? I reckon you might as well have come straight from a courtesan house," they said.
