The saying goes, while some families revel in joy, others may be steeped in sorrow. During the grand celebration of the New Year, the whole of Xiashui Village seemed to bask in harmonious joy, yet in Beijing, the atmosphere at the Chiang Family's was more oppressive than it had been in the past two decades.
"What is this messy pile of trash? Who sent it? Get rid of it all, throw it out immediately," Lu Shufen practically breathed fire as she looked at the local products arranged in the living room.
The servant looked toward Jiang Conghe, not daring to move.
"What, I can't even order you around now? Or are you also going against my wishes? Do you want to lose your job?" Lu Shufen grew even more furious at the servant's inaction.
The servant was close to tears.
"Throw it away," Jiang Conghe said with what seemed like mercy.
The servant quickly took the pile of items and threw them out, thinking that they would not have a good New Year's either.
