Chapter 14: She Is My Wife, Not an Orphan

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Seeing the clothes in the market, Sang Yu thought that if they were placed in the 21st century, they would probably be considered a trendy vintage style. However, she wasn’t very fond of that style. It would be great if she could make her own clothes, but her sewing skills were mediocre at best—she could only manage to stitch up a few tears.

After wandering around for a long time, Sang Yu eventually bought two shirts and two pairs of pants—one pair of dress trousers and one pair of subtly flared jeans. “Fashion really is cyclical,” she mused, looking at the blue flared jeans. Before she came here, the streets were filled with flared jeans, and now here they were again.

Just as Sang Yu was about to leave, something seemed to be happening up ahead. Curious, she stepped closer and saw a mother and daughter trapped in the middle of a crowd. Both their clothes were patched all over but still reasonably clean.

A saleswoman, haughty and arrogant, was speaking to them: “If you don’t have money, why come to the mall? Why not just go rummage through the trash heaps? Maybe you’ll find something good.”

Sang Yu felt uncomfortable listening to this. The mother tightly protected her daughter, her weathered face full of embarrassment. The little girl had tears welling up in her eyes but didn’t cry. The crowd gathered around, pointing and whispering about the pair.

Seeing that no one spoke up for the mother and daughter, the saleswoman grew more brazen. “I’m telling you, these people might be here to steal. Everyone should be careful with their belongings—these two beggars might try to take something.”

Hearing this, others hurriedly checked their pockets and bags. The woman then spoke softly but firmly, “We haven’t taken anything!”

The saleswoman snorted coldly, “Would a thief admit to being a thief?”

“Then what evidence do you have to say they’re thieves? Just your words? In that case, the police won’t need to interrogate criminals anymore—they can just ask you a few questions,” Sang Yu said, drawing everyone’s attention.

The saleswoman was taken aback, her expression sour. She looked Sang Yu up and down; her clothes seemed expensive, so she might not be someone to mess with. The mother and daughter looked gratefully at Sang Yu for speaking up.

Sang Yu stared intently at the saleswoman. When the woman didn’t immediately reply, Sang Yu realized she was simply a bully who preyed on the weak. “Why so silent? Should I introduce you to someone? I have connections at the police station,” she said confidently.

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“Even if there’s no love, he’s still your husband,” Sang Yu added.

The saleswoman’s face turned awkward. “I was just speaking casually.”

Sang Yu sneered, “Casually? Do you know that your casual words can cause someone lifelong harm?”

“I could casually insult you too, but I won’t. Probably because I have some upbringing,” Sang Yu said lightly.

The saleswoman’s face darkened even more—wasn’t that a roundabout way of saying she had no manners?

“Cousin, you’re being unfair. The saleswoman was just thinking of everyone’s safety. Why be so harsh?” Song Jiajia and Lu Ting had appeared without anyone noticing.

Song Jiajia strutted arrogantly into the crowd. When she saw Sang Yu’s clothes, a flicker of jealousy crossed her eyes.

“Cousin, you scammed my dad out of a thousand yuan yesterday, and now you’re buying things here?”

The crowd gasped, all eyes turning to Sang Yu with curiosity.

Song Jiajia smirked, ready to continue, but Sang Yu cut her off sharply—sometimes, the best way was to strike decisively.

“Are you trying to say that since your family took me in, I shouldn’t do this? Or that your dad is sad and miserable at home?”

Song Jiajia was stunned.

Sang Yu smiled and said, “If your memory’s poor, maybe you should see a doctor. But I’ll kindly remind you again: that thousand yuan is what I earned, and your dad still owes me two thousand five hundred. You know the reasons well enough. Stop being so passive-aggressive. If we clarify things, your dad might even lose his job. Are you sure you want to keep this up?”

Song Jiajia glared hatefully at Sang Yu. That little brat—when did she become so sharp-tongued? She used to be so timid, never daring to say a word. Was she always pretending?

Impossible. The Sang Yu from her previous life was clearly timid. Could she be the same as herself? No way. If she were, she wouldn’t have given up Lu Hao to marry Jiang Jingming.

Lu Ting studied Sang Yu. Was this her original sister-in-law? She looked wealthier than Song Jiajia. Just now, she had eyed a twenty-five-yuan dress, but Song Jiajia wouldn’t buy it for her. Would Sang Yu buy it? She even had a thousand yuan left.

Sang Yu looked at the saleswoman. “Apologize.”

The saleswoman’s face turned dark, unwilling to speak.

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Sang Yu said coldly, “Unwilling? Then I’ll have to ask your manager what kind of mentality hires someone with no manners as a saleswoman.”

The saleswoman suddenly looked up at Sang Yu as if daring her to try.

Sang Yu met her gaze unwaveringly.

The saleswoman was resentful. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m no one special—just an ordinary citizen who stands up to injustice when the path is rough,” Sang Yu replied calmly.

Song Jiajia scoffed, “Cousin, I advise you to mind your own business. What can an orphan like you do?”

At this, the saleswoman’s attitude brightened. She had thought Sang Yu was someone important, but now she knew she was just an orphan.

“She’s not an orphan; she’s my wife!” A deep, powerful voice rang out.

Sang Yu turned to see Jiang Jingming walking toward her.

The surrounding crowd seemed to feel the imposing presence he carried and parted to let him through.

“What are you doing here?” Sang Yu asked curiously. Wasn’t he supposed to be at the police station? And he wasn’t wearing his uniform, so he wasn’t on duty.

“I came to buy some things.”

“Hello, sister-in-law,” Lin Wen waved at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu nodded in return. “Hello.”

Seeing Jiang Jingming look at Sang Yu so gently, Song Jiajia’s face twisted with jealousy. How could he be so tender toward Sang Yu?

“We all saw what happened earlier. You should apologize to them. If you won’t, we’ll speak directly to your manager,” Jiang Jingming said in a low, cold voice, his narrowed eyes showing a hint of danger.

The saleswoman immediately recognized his status and dared not say another word. She turned to the mother and daughter and said, “I’m sorry.”

Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming, somewhat displeased. Why did the saleswoman apologize as soon as he spoke? Did she seem so powerless on her own?

Noticing Sang Yu’s mood, Jiang Jingming was a little puzzled.