Zhao Zhan heard the noise as soon as he arrived in the village. He didn’t stop to look, he was not interested in watching the fun at all.
“Hey, isn’t that Zhao Zhan?” Zhao Kuazi’s eyes were sharp and shouted, “Call him over right now and ask him what his wife is up to.”
“You’re right. Recently, everyone has been saying that Zhao Zhan’s wife is as beautiful as a vixen. I can’t tell where she’s from, but she might really be a vixen based on the stories I’ve heard.”
“Yes, yes, yes, call him over. Call him over and we’ll ask him!”
Zhao Zhan had already turned around and walked over when he heard Zhao Kuazi say his name. When he heard these people talking about his love, his face turned dark. “My wife is at home everyday. She doesn’t even leave the door. What can she do?”
As he spoke, he raised his foot and approached his aunty. “I’m still calling you aunt now because I don’t want our relationship to turn ugly. How did my wife offend you? Why are you insulting her like this behind her back?”
He was usually reserved, but at this moment, he spoke in a deep and angry voice. “You came to my house, snatched my wife’s clothes, and took all the leather that I worked so hard to process. We’ve already moved out, but you deliberately made my two pieces of land muddy. Shouldn’t it all be water under the bridge at this point? Do you want me to respect you just because you’re older than me? Moreover, you’re just a concubine who has already split from our family. How dare you control our family?”
Zhao Kuazi was forced to retreat and backed up against the tree. Her lips trembled as she said in a trembling voice, “You… Your wife was the one that made you leave. It was wrong to begin with!”
“That’s right, Zhao Zhan! You used to be such a good child in our village.” Yang Dashan’s mother came out, pointed at Zhao Zhan, and berated him, “Dashan is such an honest child. He went to your house once and came back to find Lizheng. He wants to leave the family because of your ideas! “Although the two of them insisted that it wasn’t because of that visit, I’m convinced it has something to do with that wife of yours!”
Yang Dashan’s mother’s body was hunched, her eyelids drooped, and her face looked mean, “I’m not talking to you. You should call your wife out. How long has she been married? Why doesn’t she want to meet us?”
“She’s right, if she wasn’t a vixen, why would she stay in the mountain for so long?”
“It’s because I dote on my wife, and I’m happy to let her live such a life.” Zhao Zhan’s eyes were dark as he swept his gaze over the crowd. “In the future, before anyone speaks ill of my wife, it’s best to think about how many punches you can take from me!”
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The people of Willow Village were shocked.
Yang Dashan’s mother dropped her knees to the ground. “Is there no law in this world? How dare you bully an old woman like me? I might as well die right now!”
She sat on the ground and pestered him endlessly, not mentioning Yue Jiaojiao anymore. She scolded Zhao Zhan with every word.
“What are you doing?” Yang Dashan and Li Miao rushed over when they heard the commotion. “Aren’t you ashamed of being laughed at by others? Let’s go home and talk about it privately!”
“What do you mean? Your brain has long been brainwashed by that vixen! You even asked Lizheng to separate our family? Do you not see us as family? We’re still living in the house, are you cursing us to die early? I’m telling you, I won’t agree to split this family. In the future, you should avoid them at all costs. They’re not good people!”
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