An Hao ran out of breath through half the village to her home, slamming the gate shut with a clang! She leaned against the door, panting.
Thinking about the scene where she threw a stone at Song Yuqin, An Hao let out a snort of laughter.
She deserved it!
For harboring unclean thoughts, still coveting another woman's man!
It was already good fortune that she didn't die from the hit!
It seemed, tomorrow, she would need to go to the Qin Family to find Qin Fen and tell him to keep a tighter leash on his wife!
Or, if that didn't work out, he might as well divorce her.
Torturing others was actually a disguised way of tormenting oneself.
The next day, after An Hao had eaten, she went to the greenhouse to pick a basket of vegetables, and with the basket in hand, made her way to the Qin Family's home.
The yard was eerily quiet, and voices could be heard coming from the main house.