"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia was really amused by Yang Lichun.
How stupid could she be!
Yang Lichun must have been attracted to Brother An, but this girl seemed to have no brain, liking someone who put her father and brother in jail.
Upon hearing Ye Zi’an’s words, Yang Lichun felt even more aggrieved.
"Brother An, it was my brother’s fault, not me who attacked you."
"Oh," Ye Zi’an just responded indifferently without any further comment. Seeing Yang Chuxia laughing and holding her stomach, he said helplessly, "Are you done laughing? Can we go now?"
"All right, all right, I’m done laughing." Yang Chuxia straightened up and walked toward Yang Lichun with a glare. For some reason, she found Yang Lichun particularly annoying at this moment.
Before, as long as Yang Lichun didn’t provoke her, she could ignore her. But now, she had the urge to slap this girl back to her granny’s house.
"Yang Lichun, you should better think about your father and brother locked up in prison, and how to make their time there less miserable. Don’t waste your time trying to seduce men."
"What’s it to you?" Yang Lichun stared at Yang Chuxia hatefully. She had heard what Ms. Hua Junior said before, and when she thought that this little vixen might also be attracted to Brother An, she couldn’t help but feel angry.
"I’d rather not bother with you, but could you not ?" Yang Chuxia glanced at her impatiently and continued hypocritically, "Besides, look at yourself. Your face is fat, your lips are thick, and your complexion is as pale as a ghost. Don’t you know that men like small faces and cherry lips? Look at yourself, you aren’t even as good-looking as Zi’an. Don’t you feel inferior standing in front of him?"
In fact, this girl wasn’t ugly. She just had a bit of baby fat, her lips weren’t really thick, just plump; and as for her paleness, it wasn’t that severe. But Yang Chuxia had no bottom line when it came to taunting the granddaughter of Old Lady Hua.
"You, you..." Yang Lichun was both angry and ashamed by her words. She had intended to argue back but then thought that she wanted Ye Zi’an to see the contrast between her and Yang Chuxia. How gentle and kind she was, while Yang Chuxia seemed so sarcastic and mean, so she stammered without saying much.
"All right, enough with the stuttering. Just leave or I’ll have to get physical," Yang Chuxia threatened, raising her hand as if to slap Yang Lichun. It didn’t matter that Lichun was taller, Yang Chuxia had no problem hitting people.
"Brother An, look at Yang Chuxia, so fierce and brutal. Who would dare to marry someone like her?" Yang Lichun wasn’t willing to give up yet, so she turned to Ye Zi’an.
Ye Zi’an frowned at her words, then said coldly, "At least she doesn’t have a wicked grandmother, a jailed father, or a murderous brother. She should be more marriageable than you." In other words, you should worry about yourself.
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia laughed again, finding that Brother An really didn’t spare anyone’s feelings. But she didn’t mind that at all.
Yang Chuxia looked at Yang Lichun disdainfully, "Did you hear that? If someone like you can get married, why would I have to worry? So, dear sister, go home and figure out how to marry yourself off, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Lichun stomped her foot angrily, turned her head, and left with a typical little woman’s attitude. After taking a few steps, she looked back at Ye Zi’an and said, "Brother An, I hate you!"