The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

“What!? That very girl who attacked my sister-in-law with a kitchen knife?” Zhuang Jingye scoffed. “Apart from her ruthlessness, she is just a maid after all. She will never amount to anything significant.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure. I find her quite capable and assertive. Her tofu shop has been doing incredibly well recently. I suspect her business might continue to expand.”

Mrs. Ye said, “Aren’t you aware of how crafty Mrs. He of the Yonghe family is? Not only is she close to Miss Zhuang, but she even sent cornmeal on the day she became the household head. This was a much needed aid to Zhuang, who owes her a debt of gratitude. Who else would Miss Zhuang turn to, if not Mrs. He?”

“I’ve observed that Mrs. He has been profiting quite nicely these past few days. This is just the beginning; in the future, her earnings might entirely depend on Miss Zhuang…”

“Ignorant woman!”

Zhuang Jingye angrily interrupted Mrs. Ye. “Your knowledge is as limited as your hair length. You’re so shallow that you only see the small immediate gains. It’s just selling tofu and earning some coins. Has that somehow made you envious?”

“Sure, Miss Zhuang is capable, but so what? She’s still just a maid. What kind of turmoil can she stir up? Besides, she’s just grounding tofu. Can she really make it too extraordinary?”

“As the wife of the village chief, can’t you broaden your perspective and address the big picture? You’re making a fool of yourself with your shallow thinking.”

Mrs. Ye felt resentful and pursed her lips.

After all the talk, it all came down to looking down on women.

Being the wife of the village chief doesn’t exempt one from the need to eat, drink, and make a living.

He’s just a minor village chief. Thinking too highly of himself makes him a laughingstock.

Mrs. Ye utterly despised Zhuang Jingye’s arrogant demeanor, but she bit her tongue considering he was her husband and the village chief, a position which brought them some comforts and conveniences. She wiped her hands on her apron without a word of rebuttal and went to ladle out a bowl of spinach soup for him.

After finishing the remaining noodles and drinking half a bowl of spinach soup, Zhuang Jingye got up and went out.

He walked toward Zhuang Ruman’s house.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Song had already returned home.

When she arrived home, Zhuang Ruman was brooding in the courtyard.

“My lord.” Mrs. Song lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and didn’t even dare to let out a breath.

She had picked a fight with Zhuang Qingning, hoping to gain some advantage and make her husband happy, but not only did she fail to gain anything, but she was also chased half-way across the village by a maid. Now, she reeked of urine, making it all the more difficult for her to raise her head.

“You caused a spectacle instead of cooking at home like you should have at this hour. Do you think our house isn’t chaotic enough already?” Zhuang Ruman angrily reprimanded her. “Didn’t I warn you repeatedly when Yuanren returned home? After his exam, the school officials will be coming home with him to celebrate. What will people say when they learn that you asked our niece for dumplings and she chased you across half the village with a kitchen knife?” “Where would Yuanren hide his face then? Can you show a little more concern for your son? All because of your greed for a plate of dumplings? Is your gluttony out of control?”

Zhuang Ruman yelled until his throat hurt.

He truly didn’t know what sins he had committed in his past life to end up with such a fool for a wife!

She had to go provoke Zhuang Qingning and cause such a spectacle, embarrassing the entire family.

If she could have seized those dumplings herself, at least he could have seen some gumption in her, but she couldn’t even manage that and made a mess of things.

Zhuang Ruman felt a surge of anger welling up in him, making his chest hurt.

That was precisely why he hadn’t stepped in to help Mrs. Song when he saw her embarrassing herself earlier.

She’s too damn embarrassing!

“I know my mistake, my lord…”

After being chased halfway across the village with a kitchen knife and wetting her pants from fright, Mrs. Song was now berated by Zhuang Ruman as soon as she got home.

Mrs. Song’s tears began to fall as she whimpered in her defense, “I was just thinking about the expenses for Yuanren’s education. Those two girls have a knack for making money. If we could get some money from them, we could ease our financial burden a little…”

“So, did you manage to get any?” Zhuang Ruman shouted angrily again.

“No…” The voice of Mrs. Song was as small as a mosquito.

“Idiot!”

Zhuang Ruman cursed, and then added, “Fool!”

“Did you really think you could snatch up dumplings by simply stretching your hand out? Anyone would want to cut your hand off for such insolence.”

Zhuang Ruman looked at Mrs. Song with disdain, “You actually thought you were clever and went to their house openly?”

“In the future, if you dare to act without consulting me first, I’ll skin you alive!”

Mrs. Song, realizing she caused a problem and embarrassed Zhuang Ruman, didn’t dare reply a word.

Only after Zhuang Ruman was all yelled out, and had vented enough, did she finally utter in a low voice, “I’ll go cook now.”

She quickly went into the house, changed out of her stinking clothes, soaked them in a basin of water, and then hurriedly entered the kitchen to cook.

She tried to make noodles with sweet potato flour, but it didn’t work, so she mixed in some cornmeal and made it into a flatbread. She used the leftover sesame leaves from last year to make a soup with the noodles.

Foolish woman!

Zhuang Ruman was still stewing with anger in the courtyard.

Am I not aware of the thriving tofu business of Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, the money they are earning? Wouldn’t I want to get that money into my own hands?

However, Zhuang Qingning’s strong stance on establishing her household head status and her stern words clearly indicate her fundamental change. She is not someone easily bullied anymore.

At this time, it’s impossible to confront her directly or openly rob her. Instead, I need to find an appropriate opportunity to discuss this matter and persuade those two girls to willingly hand over their money.

With his heart set on it, Zhuang Ruman had planned it all carefully.

But damn this Mrs. Song!

Unimaginably foolish and presumptuous, she never thought to consult him, and openly ran to their house asking for things.

What she asked for isn’t something valuable, and she could have at least seized it, but instead, she asked for a valueless plate of dumplings and couldn’t even get that, making a total fool of herself!

The old saying, ‘an unworthy wife brings misfortune for three generations,’ seems quite apt here. Mrs. Song is going to ruin their family!

“Are you home?”

Just as Zhuang Ruman was seething with anger, Zhuang Jingye walked into the courtyard with an unhappy look on his face.

After the big commotion caused by Mrs. Song, which surprised many people, Zhuang Jingye reached home shortly afterwards. He clearly knew what had happened just by looking at the situation..