His fingers contracted, as Tu Ya’s eyes rolled upwards in disbelief. Could it be that this man was serious?
In the past, his coldness seemed characteristic to her, she thought it was attractive. But when the coldness was directed at her, she became scared, very scared.
"Haoming, that’s enough!"
The young wife walked over. She patted Haoming’s arm, signaling Liang Haoming to loosen his grip, not to accidentally strangle someone to death.
But the man who had always been so obedient didn’t listen to her for the first time.
Furious, she pried his big hand away and pulled a small handkerchief from her sleeve, meticulously cleaning his hand.
"You mustn’t touch just any filthy thing, understand?"
She flicked his forehead in displeasure, and he adorably covered his head, staring at her blankly.
She smiled briefly, but when she looked at Tu Ya again, her expression returned to cold indifference.
"I find you so very odd!"
The moment the young wife began to speak, her voice dripped with mockery.
"Don’t you understand by now?"
"When something goes wrong, you don’t reflect, but rather just know how to blindly blame others."
"Tu Ya, is there something wrong with your thought process?"
Then she continued, "Let’s get some things straight."
"Back in the border town, you took a fancy to my Haoming at first sight, flirting and vying for attention. But I made my stance clear right then."
"Haoming is my man, my husband, my lord! A sane person would have stamped out that thought long ago. Yet, you still confidently plotted to steal him away. In the desert, you were jealous of me; biased against me. When I kindly warned you about the nighttime storm, you ignored me. Thus, your party, which started off with a dozen or so people, got scattered because of that very storm."
"I’ll hazard a guess—in all this time since we arrived at the Kechar tribe, those people are still missing, probably trapped and dead in the desert."
"And back then, being not totally heartless, remembering that although you were temperamental, you hadn’t done me real harm, I saved you and Hulan despite our grievances. But how did you repay my kindness?"
"There’s an old saying in Dayuan, ’Receive a drop of water in need, and repay with a spring in deed.’ I’m not asking for true repayment, but at least a ’thank you’ would be a matter of courtesy and respect toward me."
"But you never thanked me; instead, you targeted Haoming once again."
"What were you thinking at that time? I guess once you got back to the Kechar tribe, you became confident again because here is your territory, you’re the chieftain’s daughter, and it’s your home ground, so you acted recklessly?"
"What does Bazak’s death have to do with me?"
"You brought all this on yourself, but somehow, you blame me."
"Did I make you covet my husband? Was it me who sent you down the wrong path? Did I make you trade Bazak for my husband?"
"In dealing with others, you lack the most basic respect. Do you believe that you alone are human and everyone else is an animal, existing just to fulfill your whims? And if someone refuses, they’re beyond forgiveness?"
"But let’s be honest, what do you think you are?"
"There will always be mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. The reason for all this is that you think too highly of yourself, and all of this is of your own making. You have no one to blame but yourself!"
Her small mouth running on, the young wife was calm and composed, yet utterly merciless.
People like Tu Ya, in the end, there’s just one thing to say about them—they deserve to be cursed!