Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1041: Little Wife

”Dad, you’re back? And you’ve brought a little guest home? Seems like you’re having quite the lively chat,” said Duan Qingqing, her smile brimming with warmth, looking every bit the gracious mistress of the house.

Upon seeing Duan Qingqing, Chiang Xiao felt an involuntary distaste bubbling up from deep within.

It must be the so-called ’clashing personalities’ or ’incompatible magnetic fields’.

Another reason was that Duan Qingqing’s eyes resembled those of Ye Wanqing!

In her previous life, Ye Wanqing was among the people she hated the most: a classmate from the art academy, Deng Qingjiang’s secret lover, Chen Liting’s goddess!

She suddenly understood why Meng Chaojun was so fond of Duan Qingqing—they were cut from the same cloth, both acutely aware of men’s thoughts, with various means to ensnare a man’s heart.

Of course, how you ensnare a man is your own business, provided you don’t do it by stepping on others or engaging in all that sneaky skulduggery!

”Little, she’s Duan Qingqing, Meng Chaojun’s little wife,” Old Meng said to Chiang Xiao in a rough tone, clearly irritated.

Pfft.

Chiang Xiao struggled to suppress her laughter.

The sweet smile on Duan Qingqing’s face nearly faltered, her expression stiffening.

She felt like she was about to explode with anger!

What does he mean ’little wife’?

She was now Meng Chaojun’s rightful wife, his only wife!

”Dad, you really shouldn’t joke about such things, Chaojun and I are husband and wife. There’s no such thing as a ’big’ or ’little’ wife,” she couldn’t help retorting, her tone a bit harsh.

Old Meng snorted dismissively, ”Xinian’s mother was his main wife. In ancient times, the main wife always referred to the first wife. Your kind would be called the ’subsequent wife,’ which has a different term altogether, you know? It means concubine, little wife.”

Indeed, Duan Qingqing could no longer maintain her smile.

She turned to Meng Chaojun with a sorrowful and pitiful look, her eyes brimming with tears, appearing truly like a helpless creature who suffered wrongs without daring to resist.

Meng Chaojun became annoyed and said sternly to Old Meng, ”Dad, isn’t it disrespectful for you to bully your daughter-in-law like this!”

”Me, disrespectful?” Old Meng was furious, ”Did I say anything wrong?”

Turning to Chiang Xiao, he said, ”Come on, Little, tell me if I’m wrong. This terminology for main and subsequent wives, it’s correct as per ancient times, isn’t it?”

He had already set the stage by mentioning the terminology of main and subsequent wives, not pointing at Duan Qingqing alone. At this point, Chiang Xiao naturally couldn’t discredit him.

But she also found Old Meng’s behavior somewhat amusing; it was as if he was deliberately dragging her onto the battlefield.

”Grandpa is right,” she said honestly.

Seething.

Duan Qingqing was internally seething with hatred but forced herself to look energetically at Chiang Xiao, ”Let’s not discuss that anymore. Many concepts from the feudal past are wrong and should be discarded. Those are the dregs that ought to be thrown away. Why does your voice sound so familiar to me?”

Chiang Xiao did admire her, to some extent.

To maintain composure and grace under such circumstances was no small feat.

But she had been fooled by Ye Wanqing in her previous life, led around in circles. Now, as if her third eye had been opened, she saw right through Duan Qingqing’s performative gentleness and grace.

Just how hypocritical this woman was could actually be seen if one paid close enough attention.

Yet, some men are willing to indulge in the tenderness and pity they conjure up, reveling in their sense of masculine superiority and accomplishment.

”I’ve called here before,” Chiang Xiao said.