Chapter 3071: Thick Jealousy

Fatty Zhang stood behind Zheng Jie. His movements were very fast, and his strength was just right. He entered Zheng Jie's body unhurriedly. After she let out a long 'uh' sound, the sound of flesh colliding rang out in the room, mixed with Fatty Zhang's heavy panting and Zheng Jie's intoxicated moans...

Hearing Zheng Jie tell this far, a thick jealousy rushed to Zhao Desan's forehead. For a time, he couldn't calm the anger in his heart. He glared fiercely at Zheng Jie and said coldly: "Zheng Jie, alright, you're really something. Turns out you're such a fickle woman! You actually delivered the goods in person, huh!"

Zhao Desan's tight-faced, fierce look simply scared Zheng Jie, who was explaining the truth to him, silly. She had never told Zhao Desan about these embarrassing things before. She felt her face burning like fire, and seeing Zhao Desan's burning, angry eyes, she felt like she wanted to die.

Seeing Zheng Jie lowering her head and remaining silent, Zhao Desan thought this was Zheng Jie's attitude of 'a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water' and 'breaking the jar because it's already broken'. He originally wanted to hear her refute and explain, so he could have a step down, but seeing her like this, he became even angrier. A fire rushed to his forehead, he furrowed his brows, his eyes were burning with flames, his features were almost distorted, and he fiercely said to her: "Zheng Jie, I, Zhao Desan, really didn't expect it. Turns out you're so cheap!"

Zheng Jie had already endured Zhao Desan's previous reproach with insulting words. She knew that submitting to Fatty Zhang to get benefits for the store was indeed a very shameful thing, but she wasn't doing it willingly; it was to keep the store's business running normally and to support that broken home. Thinking of her original intention for doing so, a sourness surged in Zheng Jie's heart. She felt extremely aggrieved that even the little man she trusted and liked the most didn't understand her. Not only did he not understand, but he was also mean-spirited, using these dirty words to humiliate her. Zheng Jie was like a spring compressed to the limit by an external force, and at this moment, she exploded. Instantly, two lines of aggrieved tears streamed from those red peach-blossom eyes. She raised her face, looked at Zhao Desan with an aggrieved and tearful roar: "If it wasn't for the store's license change, and for the family, would I be like this? Why are you scolding me as a slut? Do you think I, Zheng Jie, am a woman who can sell herself casually for money? We've known each other for so long, and it turns out this is the way you look at me, Zheng Jie. Hehe, fine, Zhao Desan, you're an official now, you're amazing now, you look down on people, right? But you can't humiliate me, Zheng Jie. I'm doing this for my husband Zhao Da, for my child Nini. Even if I go out and sell my body, what does it have to do with you, Zhao Desan? Why are you scolding me like this?"

Zheng Jie's sudden explosion truly startled Zhao Desan, who was in a fit of rage. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, staring blankly at Zheng Jie, seeing her glaring at him with those red, tearful eyes, full of grievance. That angry expression looked somewhat terrifying for a moment. In Zhao Desan's impression, Zheng Jie had always been a young housewife with a strong personality but a weak appearance, and he had never seen her so angry before. Zheng Jie's loud shouting rang like thunder in Zhao Desan's eardrums, making Zhao Desan suddenly feel like he had just woken up... Did I say too much? Zhao Desan, seeing Zheng Jie so furious for the first time, had to reflect on his words and actions in his heart. After a few seconds of silence, Zhao Desan felt that his words just now were too heavy and hurt Zheng Jie's self-esteem. She was such a proud woman, and he used those words to describe her—it was truly inappropriate. Zhao Desan realized that he had indeed said things too seriously, and Zheng Jie was right. He wasn't anyone to her, and they were unrelated. Even if Zheng Jie was a fickle and unrestrained woman, he had no right to say that about her. After reflecting for a while, Zhao Desan realized he was wrong. Looking at Zheng Jie's face, distorted by anger, made him feel a bit cold. Finally, he softened his tone, though it still carried a hint of self-deprecation. He laughed dryly twice and said: "Hehe, Zheng Jie, you're right. I have nothing to do with you, and I have no right to say that about you. But regardless, my saying that at least shows that I, Zhao Desan, care about you. If other women wanted me to say it, I wouldn't even bother!"

Zheng Jie could hear the implication in Zhao Desan's words. She glared at Zhao Desan with those red peach-blossom eyes, bit her lip gently, and said fiercely: "Zhao Desan, do you not know how I, Zheng Jie, treat you? Do you really think I, Zheng Jie, am that kind of loose woman? Do you think I want to do that? If it wasn't for that home, I wouldn't do it even if I died! You can say I did something wrong, but you cannot humiliate my personality!"