After fifteen years of marriage, Meng Ye had taken a mistress-a flamboyant young woman he kept on the side.
Cradling her pregnant belly, she stormed into my presence to demand a formal title.
“You’re a fading beauty with one foot in the grave, and you haven’t even produced a son to see you off. What right do you have to cling to the position of Madam?”
Amused, I looked past her at Meng Ye and asked, “Well? You tell her. What right do I have?”
He didn’t dare answer. He knew that if I, a Tiger Woman of a General’s Family, ever lost my temper, his little girl wouldn’t even dare to cry out loud.