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Although she was wearing foul-smelling clothes and her hair hung messily over her face, there was no mistaking the familiar look in her eyes. Zhang Yan rolled on the ground, clutching her stomach and crying out in pain. However, she couldn't afford to dwell on that; once the pain in her belly eased even slightly, she crawled and rolled toward the front door.
"Please, let me in! Let me in first!" Zhang Yan pleaded as she clawed at Lu Zheng's legs, trying to rush into the courtyard. With gritted teeth, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his leg.
"Brother, I beg you! Let me in first!" She looked at Lu Zheng, who stood motionless at the door. Through the crack, she called out to the inner room, "Lu Yao! It's Zhang Yan! Hurry and let me in! I'm back!"
"Lu Yao! Father! Mother! It's Zhang Yan! Come out quickly!"
Wen Qian heard the commotion from the thatched house and gently shook the already sleeping Lu Chen awake. She got dressed and stepped outside.
"Zhang Yan is back?" Just today she learned about her current situation; she hadn't expected her to return in the middle of the night.
Wen Qian glanced at the three people inside who remained unmoving, a slight smile tugging at her lips. Those three really could sleep soundly.
As soon as she stepped out of the courtyard, she saw Zhang Yan sprawled on the ground. Raising an eyebrow, she was surprised to see how much weight Zhang Yan had lost since she used to be slightly plump.
Even though it was nighttime and visibility was poor, she could still gauge Zhang Yan's size from the shadowy figure.
"Wen Qian! Please let me in! I beg you! Let me in!" Zhang Yan shouted toward the courtyard, "Lu Yao! Lu Yao!"
The neighbors next door were getting annoyed and shouted from their windows, "Can you keep it down? Can't anyone get some sleep?"
Finally, after Zhang Yan's persistent pleas, a dim light flickered on inside the dark room. Soon after, they heard the sound of the door creaking open as Lu Yao slowly emerged.
With bleary eyes, Lu Yao looked at the two figures standing at the door and instantly woke up with wide eyes, his hair standing on end. It wasn't until he took a closer look that he realized it was Lu Zheng and Wen Qian. He let out a huge sigh of relief before quickly striding over.
Seeing Lu Yao come out, Zhang Yan immediately shifted her focus and crawled toward him, wrapping her arms around his legs.
"Lu Yao! Please help me! Let me come back! I'm being tortured here! I'm your wife!"
Zhang Yan cried bitterly, tormented during this time.
"My mother sold me! That man is not human; he only knows how to beat me. I feel like I'm going to die from the beating. Today, I managed to escape while he was drunk, but if he finds out, I will definitely be killed."
Although Lu Yao felt fear inside, seeing his many wives in such a state still pained him. Especially since he and Zhang Yan truly shared genuine feelings.
"Get up and come with me," he said, helping Zhang Yan to her feet. Suddenly, a foul odor hit his nose, and he quickly let go of her hand, stepping back two paces while covering his nose.
"You... you go in by yourself," Lu Yao said with disgust as he looked at Zhang Yan. She smelled terrible, worse than a latrine, as if several unpleasant scents were mixed together on her.
Ignoring her sadness, Zhang Yan hurriedly got up and rushed toward the courtyard. As she tried to enter the house, she realized their room was gone.
"Where's my house? Why is it gone?"
She looked at Lu Yao and shouted in despair, "Where's my house? Lu Yao, where's our home?"
Lu Yao covered his nose and kept his distance from her, frowning. "The house is gone. We’ve split up; the house was demolished."
"What about the furniture? That furniture was worth a lot! I cherished it so much; how can you just say it's gone?"
Wen Qian replied coldly, "The furniture is mine. You’ve occupied it for so long that you really thought it was yours?"
"It’s my stuff! It’s mine! How can you say that? I lived there for so long; it belongs to me!"
Zhang Yan seemed to be triggered as she screamed wildly in the courtyard. With her disheveled hair and filthy appearance, she resembled a vengeful ghost come to claim a life.
Wen Qian watched her expressionlessly but couldn’t help but smirk internally.
She had only endured for a few days and couldn’t take it anymore. In her past life, she had endured for over half a year, while Xiao Chen had suffered even longer.
Those unbearable days haunted her mind constantly; the scene of Xiao Chen’s death was vivid in her memory. At this moment, she recalled the look in Xiao Chen's eyes when he died, and her heart still ached faintly.
Lu Zheng and Wen Qian didn’t intend to intervene; they went into the thatched cottage to sleep. Tomorrow morning, the Lu family would surely be lively.
If they didn’t get enough sleep tonight, how would they have the energy to watch the show in the morning? Perhaps even if she wanted to sleep, she wouldn’t be able to.
Zhang Yan wanted to run over and stop Wen Qian but was called back by Lu Yao.
"Go take a shower quickly! Don't go looking for trouble. It's late at night, and we still need to sleep!" With that, Lu Yao disregarded Zhang Yan's reaction and stepped into the house.
Being woken up in the middle of the night was infuriating. Zhang Yan stood alone in the yard, the cool breeze tousling her loose hair and revealing her astonished yet angry eyes. She glanced at the thatched cottage and then back at the interior, feeling as if all her energy had drained away, collapsing onto the ground.
How could it be so different from what she had imagined? Everything was not as she expected. She thought that when she returned, Lu Yao would surely hold her and cry, then prepare warm bathwater and hot meals for her, with her father and Ding Cuiying supporting her. But why was it that now she stood alone in the yard?
With a sense of helplessness, she struggled to get up and head to the kitchen to boil water, only to find that the kitchen space had been reduced to an empty lot—nothing remained. Zhang Yan let out a cold laugh; if the house was gone, what was so surprising about losing the kitchen?
Slowly, she entered the house but was called out by Lu Yao before she could step inside. "Don't come in! It stinks!"
Zhang Yan croaked, "I'm coming in to get my clothes. They're too dirty to wear."
"Wait there; I'll bring them out."
Inside, there were sounds of rummaging through boxes and cabinets. After a while, the door opened just a crack, and a hand holding some clothes reached out.
"Quickly go wash up."
Zhang Yan took the clothes and went to the water tank to wash them. Although it was cold water, it was summer, so the heat made it feel bearable.
After washing up, Zhang Yan quietly entered the house. She saw three people lying on the bed and found a free spot to curl up and lie down. Suddenly, soft sobs filled the room, accompanied by the sound of snoring from the other three.
The next morning, Lu Zheng returned from his morning exercise and had just finished showering when he planned to cook breakfast. Suddenly, he heard loud banging on the front door along with shouts from both men and women.
"Zhang Yan! You little wretch! Come out quickly! How dare you escape? Just wait until I get my hands on you!"
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