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Since learning that Yu Songyu and Yang Qinghe were getting close, Wang Xiuli's frustration reached its peak. A man like Yang Qinghe was hard not to love; she was no exception. While others might admire him from afar, especially knowing he had a partner, Wang Xiuli was different. She believed that the shameless Yu Songyu didn’t deserve someone like Yang Qinghe. Why should she let Yu Songyu overshadow her when she was just as beautiful?
It had only been a few days of peace, and now she felt the urge to stir trouble again. Her goal was clear: she wanted to seduce the village chief's son, ensuring that Yu Songyu and Yang Qinghe would never return to the city. It was her usual style to ruin things for others.
After work, she wandered near the village chief's house as usual, hoping to create an opportunity for a chance encounter with Li Tieniu, the chief's son. Unexpectedly, she bumped into someone.
“Oh, isn’t that Wang Zhiqing?”
Wang Erlai noticed Wang Xiuli approaching and stepped in front of her. He had long sensed something off about her; she had been loitering around here lately, and he wondered what trouble she was brewing.
“What do you want? Get out of my way; I’m busy!” Wang Xiuli scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at Wang Erlai.
Perhaps it was her look or expression that stung him; he went from playful to serious in an instant.
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” Wang Erlai stepped forward, his demeanor turning fierce.
“It’s obvious I’m talking about you, you bumpkin. You’re nothing but a wild child without parents, not even worthy of carrying my shoes. Just get lost!”
Wang Xiuli seemed unaware of how serious the situation was. Her confidence stemmed from knowing Wang Erlai's background—he had grown up without support and had no connections. To her, a man like him was as worthless as dirt on the ground; she wouldn’t even spare him a second glance.
Wang Erlai felt his temper rising at her words. If she weren’t a woman, he would have lost his cool long ago. He had grown up without parents, relying on the kindness of others for food. He had also been mischievous as a child, getting into trouble by teasing cats and dogs. He had earned his reputation by breaking windows one day and stealing chickens another. But all of this was merely a facade; if he hadn’t acted tough, he would have been bullied by the village kids long ago.
But if he were to ask himself honestly, how could he have sunk so low as to be treated this way by this dead woman?
Ha, not even worthy of carrying your shoes, right?
Wang Erlai clenched his fists, thinking that if this woman would just say one soft word to him, just one, he could pretend that nothing had happened today.
Ha, and you don’t even take a look at your own dead appearance; do you really think you’re worthy?
Wang Xiuli let out a cold laugh, her gaze sweeping over Wang Erlai as if she were looking at a pile of garbage.
You really think too highly of yourself!
Wang Erlai quickly raised his hand and struck at the back of Wang Xiuli's neck. In the next moment, the woman collapsed into his arms.
Everyone in the village knew he wasn’t a good person; if he didn’t do something bad now and then, it would truly be an insult to his name, Wang Erlai.
He hoisted Wang Xiuli over his shoulder and, seeing no one around, made his way home along the narrow path.
This woman demeaned herself so much; if he didn’t teach her a lesson, he wouldn’t be able to rid himself of this pent-up anger.
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