Ah!
A cry of pain, frantic and shameful, Wang Yaqiu was dumbfounded, looking incredulously at the jade hand on her chest.
A woman's instinct made her feel intense humiliation inside, wanting to break free, but she dared not, afraid of angering the powerful Miss Song, which could affect her son and husband!
But it really hurt!
This hand was grabbing with such force that the nails seemed to be embedding into her tender chest through the silk.
As a pampered official's wife, she couldn't bear it, tears instantly welling up as she sobbed and whimpered for mercy: "Miss Song, what are you doing? Jiaxu made a mistake, I can apologize, I can pay, don't debase me like this..."
Song Yanjiao sneered, instead gripping harder, eyes gleaming with a few threads of sadistic pleasure.
"Humph! Apologize? Can you afford to? What are you? And money, am I short of it?"
"Miss Song, it hurts! What do you want, to spare me and Jiaxu?"
Wang Yaqiu cried painfully, utterly panicked.
