Chapter 9 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

"A woman should be at peace with herself! Now, her behavior is like this, no different from the merchants in the market? Truly... truly, she has lost everything..." "Embarrassing who?" I unceremoniously interrupted him, took a step forward, and looked straight at him with bright eyes. “General Huo, please look clearly!” "The person standing in front of you is So Chieu! Just So Chieu!" "I'm not your general's wife, and I don't have any relationship with you Huo family anymore! What I do, how I do it, whether I'm keeping my peace or 'losing face and shame', it's not your turn to interfere!" "You manage heaven and earth, can you also manage money and depend on your skills to earn a living?" I laughed coldly, the sarcasm in my voice not hidden at all. "If General Huo is so free, why don't you go back and take good care of the 'shameful', 'peaceful' old lady in your palace!" "Ask her how she cut off her daughter-in-law's expenses in the past, and how she tolerated maids and oppresses her mother-in-law!" “Ask her, if those stories get out, who will lose face!” “Shut up!” Hoac Quyet was stabbed in a painful place by me, especially when I mentioned his mother in front of many people, this was like an aggressive slap in his face. He got angry and instinctively raised his hand! The sound of cold breathing around could be heard clearly. I stood still in place, neither dodging nor backing away, just coldly looking at his hand that was about to strike. There was no fear in his eyes, only endless disappointment and bone-chilling contempt. “Do you want to attack again?” My voice was calm, as if I was just telling a truth. "General Huo really has great skills, his prestige on the battlefield is now being used on his predecessor." The raised hand stiffened in mid-air. Hooc Quyet's chest heaved violently, his bloodshot eyes glared at me fiercely. Inside was the anger, the awkwardness, the struggle after being exposed, there was also a trace of... pain from being stabbed by the cold contempt in my eyes that even he himself did not want to admit. In the end, that hand carried great humiliation and unwillingness. It collapsed and hung heavily. Like the first time he really saw me clearly, he stared at me with an extremely strange, extremely complicated look for a long time. Then, he suddenly turned around, almost looking like he was running away, quickly stepped onto the carriage, and coldly shouted: "Go!" The horse-drawn carriage quickly left, rolling up dust and dirt. I stood still in the same place, watching that familiar carriage disappear around the corner of the street, only to feel the last bit of heaviness remaining in my heart also completely disappear with that layer of dust. "Miss! Are you okay?" Xuan Dao quickly ran out from Van Thuong Cac, his face full of fear, pulling me to look up and down to check. I shook my head, smiled and reassured her: "It's okay." Gently brushing off the non-existent layer of dust on my body, I straightened my back and said in a relieved tone: "Let's go, Treasurer Sun must be waiting impatiently." Stepping into Van Thuong Cac's bright and warm shop, I completely locked all those glooms outside the door. After that confrontation in the middle of the street, Hoac Quyet seemed to completely disappear from our world. Life regained peace and was even more prosperous and purposeful than before. Van Thuong Cac's business is increasingly prosperous. Our embroidered designs were novel and sophisticated, the materials were genuine, and the prices were fair. They quickly opened up sales among middle-upper-class ladies and gentlemen, and even a few mandarin families that cared about dignity began to custom-order them. Shopkeeper Sun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth and laughed. His attitude towards me became more and more respectful, and he obeyed almost everything. The amount of silver we are divided is also increasing day by day. In addition to keeping the necessary expenses for living, I put most of the remaining money away, gradually forming a vague plan in my heart - to open a wallet.

The ward belongs entirely to oneself. Just when I was full of spirit, preparing to find suitable premises and recruit reliable personnel, an unexpected event suddenly appeared, disrupting the entire rhythm of my life.