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"Old man, isn't Dashi Village a bit too much? Is your old buddy still in our village?"
He turned to Ding Cuihua, smiling as he asked, "Right, Auntie?"
Seeing the couple, one looking grim and the other flustered, the man continued, "Just think about it. If I’m not from your village and I know all this so clearly, you can imagine what rumors are circulating outside."
He chuckled and shook his head. "Everyone in our village says they absolutely refuse to marry their daughters off to your village. What if they end up dead before they can even return home? That would be a tragedy."
If they can't last three days, you can only imagine how fierce your village appears to outsiders.
Those who were supposed to marry off their sons or daughters in the village turned ashen. They had originally planned to take advantage of the recent lull in farming to arrange marriages for their children. But now?
Forget it; people wouldn’t even look their way.
The village chief's face fell long and low as he glared at Lu Fu. "Look at what your family has done."
Lu Fu glanced at Lu Yao, who was still lying on the ground, and kicked him hard. "You little brat! You’ve ruined an entire village; I’ll beat you to death!"
Ding Cuihua rushed to Lu Fu, protecting Lu Yao while shouting, "Old man, you can't hit him! What if you kill our son?"
"Better to end it all," he retorted. "Stop pretending; those few kicks of yours don’t hurt as much as my slap."
Seeing that the moment had come, the man smirked and casually plucked a blade of foxtail grass to clean his teeth.
"You don’t need to say anything more. Just treat them well in the future, and your reputation will naturally improve. Is there any need for this show?"
After saying that, he seemed impatient and turned to leave. He had done what he needed to do and said what he had to say; his mission was complete.
The remaining group watched the man's departing figure with confusion. Was he really just leaving like that?
The Lu family lay scattered about—some lying down while others fumed. Lu Fu’s face was dark as thunder, his nostrils flaring with evident anger. All the reputation he had painstakingly built in the village was destroyed in an instant.
The village chief had no choice but to step in and manage the situation. He waved his hand and said, "Everyone should do what they need to do; are we really going to throw everything away?"
"Old Lu, that young man was right; you all need to treat Wen Qian well from now on."
"Yes, we’ll listen to the village chief."
The chief looked at them with a sigh of resignation before waving his hand and leaving.
It was truly impossible to find a moment of peace.
Gradually, only the three of them remained. Lu's father glared fiercely at Ding Cuihua and Lu Yao. "You two better behave yourselves lately. If I hear any more nonsense, just wait for it."
Ding Cuihua nodded in fear, not daring to meet Lu's father's gaze.
After the man left, he walked toward his destination with a smile. "Brother Yang, it's done. You should have seen their faces earlier; they were so dark, it was really satisfying."
Yang Tong chuckled and patted the man's shoulder, pulling out some money from his pocket and stuffing it into his hand. "Thanks, brother. This is for drinks; I can't let you run around for nothing."
"Well then, Brother Yang, I’ll take my leave. I have something else to attend to."
"Alright, next time I'll treat you to a meal."
After the man left, Yang Tong restrained his gaze toward the Lu family direction, chuckling self-deprecatingly as he kicked a tree behind him.
He should leave now; he could only stay by her side for a few more days. After this incident, the Lu family would hopefully settle down a bit, and her life would improve.
Perhaps only by becoming stronger could he help her more.
He couldn’t stay here any longer; he couldn’t bear to watch her life after she married. He felt like a thief, sneaking glimpses of her life.
When Ding Cuihua and the others returned home and saw Wen Qian, she opened her mouth to scold but was silenced by a glare from Lu's father.
Wen Qian felt somewhat anxious; after all, she had approached the village chief, who would surely come looking for them.
She still didn’t know about what had happened earlier, so seeing Lu's father and the others looking at her strangely made her hurry to serve dinner on the table before leaving.
"Mom and Dad, let's eat!"
That night, Yang Tong tied up Lu Yao again. Before he even started hitting him, Lu Yao began to plead loudly: "Brother, please! I beg you not to hit me again! I know I was wrong; I promise I won't bully Wen Qian anymore!"
He still couldn’t escape his fate. After being beaten up, Lu Yao was thrown into the village's dry toilet once again.
As memories paused, Wen Qian regained her awareness and sighed deeply.
Yang Tong had helped her a lot these past few times. Every time he returned from leave, he would secretly come to see her, but she always avoided him.
She couldn’t delay him any longer; he deserved better.
She had hesitated about whether to leave or not, but when she finally made up her mind, she discovered she was pregnant.
Recalling that night of their wedding, she had always suspected that the bowl of water Ding Cuihua handed her was tampered with; otherwise, how could she have gotten entangled with Lu Zheng?
They had been intimate and left behind Lu Chen.
She truly played her cards poorly; she could have taken advantage of the villagers' lingering grief over her parents' deaths to feign pity and get a divorce.
She also wondered why Ding Cuihua was so eager to sell her off back then.
Ding Cuihua realized that she might have been discovered for her affair, and fearing exposure, she wanted to cut ties quickly by selling herself out. After all, if she left, who would take care of the household chores and the work in the fields? Those who had been served for a long time knew how to balance things out.
"Mom, we're back!"
Hearing her son's voice, Wen Qian quickly composed herself, stood up to greet them, and smiled at the two boys who looked so alike.
"Did you have fun? Why are you back so late?"
"Yes, it was great!"
The little one jumped off Lu Zheng's neck and ran towards Wen Qian, hugging her leg excitedly. "They all envied me and even apologized to me!"
"Apologized?"
Wen Qian raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lu Zheng. The kids in the village were notoriously mischievous, especially the boys who were spoiled by their elders and often acted like little tyrants.
He managed to make them willingly apologize? That’s impressive.
Seeing Xiao Chen's eager expression as he wanted to share his experience with her, a smile crept onto Wen Qian's face. "Then hurry up and tell Mommy all about it! I'm really curious."
"Mom, let me tell you how amazing Dad is!"
Lu Chen looked at Lu Zheng with admiration, something he hadn’t shown since Lu Zheng returned home.
Lu Zheng sat nearby, smiling as he watched the mother and son interact.
"Mom, Dad stood up for me! They don’t dare bully me anymore because their parents scolded them!"
Wen Qian was surprised by this revelation and turned to look at Lu Zheng with a hint of astonishment.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Zhang Yan's cautious voice.
"Elder Brother, can you come out for a moment? Mother wants to talk to you."
Lu Zheng glanced at Wen Qian, who raised her eyebrows slightly. After thinking for a moment, she understood what it was about.
She nodded at Lu Zheng. "Let’s talk about this later when you come back. I also have something to discuss with you."
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