Zeng Yulan was indeed a pitiful person, a bride brought in to bring joy. Just after her marriage, her husband, Yuan Jiang, began to change, and soon her in-laws urged her to have children. When she finally became pregnant, Yuan Jiang's health deteriorated, and on the day of her delivery, he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he passed away.
The child was a girl, and her in-laws despised her, claiming she had ruined their son’s life, and they drove both mother and daughter out. Now, someone had taken an interest in Yuan Qingmiao, offering to buy her as a child bride with a shop as a betrothal gift. The Yuan family sought to reclaim the child.
Zeng Yulan would not agree; she fought back in court, and the Yuan family lost. From then on, they made things difficult for her wherever she went to work, causing such trouble that life in the vast Huizhou City became unbearable for her.
Just a few days ago, when she planned to return to her hometown, heavy rain made the roads slippery, and she accidentally fell into the water and drowned. When she came back to life, she was different—bold and unyielding. If anyone dared to cause trouble at her door, she would simply retaliate.
Her grandmother, Yu Chunmiao, would still be the same when no one was around; she wouldn’t need Zeng Yulan’s help. Zeng Yulan worried about Qi Chong because he seemed shy and not like someone who could fight.
“Remove that ‘but’,” Yu Chunmiao said with a flick of her tongue.
“Alright, I believe you,” Zeng Yulan said affectionately as she lightly patted Qi Chong’s cheek.
As the two of them opened the door together, Zeng Yulan felt emboldened with support behind her. She confronted the hefty man, Yuan Hai: “It’s still about that—having children. Go to the Yamen and file a lawsuit. If you dare step one foot into my house today, be careful; my nephew-in-law will break your legs.”
The visitors were Yuan Jiang's cousins, Yuan Hai and Yuan Tao.
Qi Chong thought this suited him perfectly as he strode into the house confidently, standing before the two women. He remained silent but stared intently at their feet. According to Da Sheng Law, anyone who intruded without invitation could be considered a thief; the homeowner was justified in defending their property and life without guilt.
His expression was flat as if he were reciting from memory.
Yu Chunmiao whispered to Zeng Yulan: “He used to be like this too; later he became quite impressive.”
Zeng Yulan asked Qi Chong: “Do you need any weapons? I have kitchen knives and fire pokers.”
Qi Chong tilted his head dismissively: “Them? No need.”
With that, he returned his gaze to their feet.
Seeing that the three of them didn’t regard him at all, Yuan Hai turned to Yuan Tao: “Come on then; today I’m stepping through this door. Let’s see what you can do about it.”
As they spoke, the two of them were about to step inside. Zeng Yulan's heart raced, and she instinctively wanted to hide, but seeing Yu Chunmiao so calm, she steeled herself and stood still.
Qi Chong stood there with his arms crossed. As soon as the two brothers stepped through the door, he didn’t even move his hands; instead, he kicked out with one foot, sending both of them flying back a good distance.
"See? Impressive, right?" Yu Chunmiao clapped his hands. "He’s quite reasonable; if others don’t come in, he won’t make a move."
It was indeed reasonable. Zeng Yulan looked proudly at the two outside who were clutching their chests and coughing violently. "Come on! Today I have a guardian at the door; you two little devils can't come in."
The two of them got back up, cursing under their breath, "You filthy wench, just wait until I get you!"
With that, they charged forward again. Just as they were about to lift their legs to enter, Qi Chong pretended to kick.
Seeing that he was going to kick again, they rushed at his leg. However, Qi Chong quickly retracted his leg and grabbed both of them by their collars, slamming them together before tossing them out once more.
They felt stars in their eyes and their heads spun; Pang Yuanhai felt particularly nauseous.
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