How to Bestow a Marriage

Su Yingxue happened to walk in front of her and accidentally noticed her. A hint of guilt flashed across her eyes. "Madam Wu, what are you doing? Don't tell me..."

"Su Yingxue, you b*tch! I heard what you said just now!" Madam Wu blushed in anger.

"Stop, what are you doing!" Su Yingxue grabbed her hand and inserted a thin silver needle into Madam Wu's hand.

Madam Wu felt a slight pain in her hand, but she didn't pay it any mind. The feeling of anger intensified. She turned around and rushed angrily towards the Cool Breeze Terrace.

Su Yingxue wiped the silver needles clean and placed them back into the acupuncture bag with a smile.

Zhilan asked her curiously, "Miss, Madam Wu is different from before! She looks so angry."

Su Yingxue smiled faintly and said, "When she smells the fragrance on Su Yurou's body later, she will be even angrier."