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But speaking of Lin Jiaxiao, he was beside himself with rage after his older brother cheated him out of two taels of silver and returned to his room.

Li Feng'e was in the midst of dressing her two sons in mourning clothes and glanced at him coldly, sneering, "You've got the guts to do it, but not to admit it? Where's that viciousness you had when you beat me? A real tyrant at home!"

Lin Jiaxiao couldn't be bothered with her, and sat morosely on the edge of the kang, absentmindedly pounding his leg. What Lin Jiazhong said was indeed true; not only had he been a hired thug at Chunfeng Building, but he was also involved with a vixen there—the handkerchief Li Feng'e found the other time belonged to that vixen.

Since the last big fight with his wife, she had recklessly returned to her parents' house, leaving behind their two sons in tears and tantrums. Although Lady Yang helped take care of them, going through the New Year without his wife was laughably shameful.