Blessed Home, Blessed Woman
Editor: Atlas Studios
An embarrassed look flashed across Li Zecheng's eyes.
Wei Xin sneered and said, "As the saying goes, dragons match dragons, phoenixes match phoenixes, turtles match turtles. If you're not in the same league, you won't enter the same house. Li Zecheng, Qiao An isn't someone you can think about."
Li Zecheng felt insulted by Wei Xin. He immediately flew into a rage out of humiliation and raised his hand to hit Wei Xin.
However, Wei Xin stuck out her chest and pressed her face towards him. "You want to hit me? Come on, hit me. Hit me. Li Zecheng, other than domestic violence, what else are you capable of? How can a man like you be worthy of a shrewd woman like Qiao An? Only a woman with a bad family background like mine won't despise you."
Li Zecheng was so angry that his eyes turned red. In the end, he lowered his hand heavily.
However, how could Third Madam tolerate Wei Xin belittling her son like this? She ran up angrily and slapped Wei Xin's face.