Chapter 68 A Persimmon Cake Smeared Across Her Face

The commotion had already drawn a crowd, and Father Jiang instinctively tried to shield Jiang Cheng’an. But Jiang Yuan’s actions were aggressive and relentless.

Perhaps noticing the increasing number of onlookers, Jiang You also felt his daughter was going too far. He nudged Mrs. Qian’s arm and said to Jiang Yuan, “Maybe it was bought for your sister-in-law. Stop making a fuss and go home.”

It would have been better if Jiang You hadn’t spoken, for as soon as he did, Jiang Yuan exploded. She rushed forward, pointing at Jiang Cheng’an’s eyebrows, and shouted, “Are you all blind? He’s clearly grooming himself!”

The crowd, hearing Jiang Yuan’s words, instinctively turned their gaze to Jiang Cheng’an. Although his complexion was naturally pale, upon closer inspection, there were indeed traces of makeup on his face.

Because of this, the villagers’ looks toward Jiang Cheng’an shifted. In this small mountain village, there was little tolerance for those who were different.

“Enough already! What are you staring at? My son can do whatever he wants!” Mrs. Zhao snapped at the crowd, her tone especially harsh toward Jiang Yuan. “You’re a girl, why do you speak so rudely?”

Jiang Yuan usually felt intimidated by Mrs. Zhao, but seeing Jiang Cheng’an standing there, pale and pitiful, she felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. She retorted, “Aunt Zhao, why blame me? If anyone should be blamed, it’s for giving birth to such a useless son!”

The issue of gender weighed heavily on Jiang Yuan’s heart. She hated being a girl, for being a daughter meant enduring Mrs. Qian’s scolding for no reason. Jiang Cheng’an, on the other hand, seemed blessed, yet refused to follow the proper path.

Mrs. Zhao lowered her gaze and stood in silence, seemingly deep in thought.

To Jiang Yuan, this was a sign of defeat, so she became even more brazen, turning her attention to Bai Yan, whom Jiang Cheng’an had brought along. “And you, big brother, what kind of wife did you marry? She’s obviously an idiot.”

Bai Yan was quietly munching on a persimmon cake. Hearing herself suddenly called out, she furrowed her brows noticeably. Releasing her husband’s hand, she walked forward at a leisurely pace under the crowd’s gaze and slapped a persimmon cake right onto Jiang Yuan’s face.

Before Jiang Yuan could react, Bai Yan stood beside her, humming, “Your mouth is filthy.”

“You actually hit me? You’re dumb yourself, and you won’t let people say so?” Jiang Yuan hadn’t expected this gentle-looking sister-in-law to strike her.

“Well, I’ve thought you were ugly for a long time, but I never pointed it out to your face.” Bai Yan finished, her eyes lingering regretfully on the persimmon cake that had dropped to the ground.

“And another thing—how dare you criticize Cheng’an when you’re wearing a man’s necklace yourself?” With that, Bai Yan reached out and tugged the necklace hanging around Jiang Yuan’s neck.

The necklace came off easily, revealing a gleaming wolf fang pendant—clearly something a man would wear.

Jiang Yuan panicked and was about to retort, but Bai Yan had already dashed back to Jiang Cheng’an’s side. Jiang Cheng’an’s large hand took hers, and she said, “You call Cheng’an a freak, but so are you.”

Furious, Jiang Yuan turned to run, but she hadn’t gone far before Mrs. Zhao yanked her back with surprising strength.

“Jiang Yuan, explain yourself. That wolf fang necklace was given to Jiang Cheng’an by the old man, as payment for a debt.” Mrs. Zhao remembered clearly.

Jiang Cheng’an, as the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, had received it from the old patriarch. How had this ended up in Jiang Yuan’s hands?