Chapter 113

Chapter 113 - A Big Cucumber That Came to See Lil'dino

“Offer you money?” Lee Xiulian chuckled with anger, “Hand over a hundred thousand yuan and expect us to fund the temple? We're not naive to think you're virtuous. We all see through your intentions. No one would imagine you capable of such treachery. But that money was earned by Xiaoloong, penny by penny. Why should I hand it over to you?” New novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Old Lady Yao, upon hearing this, grew flustered. Her hands quivered as she spoke, “This is akin to a dog biting Lü Dongbin. You fail to recognize good-hearted people. I've already contributed half of my savings. How could I covet your money?”

“Indeed, if you're not satisfied with a few yuan, then why not demand a hundred thousand?” Lee Xiulian's words were sharp, each one a cut at the other party's facade.

“How dare you say that?”

“Do you truly believe we're the covetous ones?”

The group of elderly women seethed with righteous anger, pounding their chests and stamping their feet. Lee Xiulian was ungrateful, deemed the most detestable woman in the world.

“You be the judge,” Old Madam Yao gestured towards the women around her, “Do you think we're rallying for the temple's construction for the sake of a hundred thousand yuan? Do you think I'm willing to sell myself for such a paltry sum?”

“Indeed, you're priceless. How could a hundred thousand yuan suffice? It should be at least 2.5 million yuan,” Lee Xiulian added, dripping with sarcasm.

This time, the old lady was genuinely incensed. She pointed at Lee Xiulian, trembling with anger, unable to articulate her thoughts. After a long pause, she finally spoke, “Xiaoloong already expressed his desire to fund the temple. Who do you think you are? Xiaoloong's mother or his wife? Do you assume your closeness to him means you can dictate the temple's affairs?”

“You...” Lee Xiulian choked on her words. Nonetheless, she wasn't one to be easily subdued. Besides, she had already settled matters with Zhang Xiaoloong. “Why? Because I'm Xiaoloong's god-sister, and Xiaoloong is like a brother to me. He entrusted me to oversee this greenhouse, preventing the unscrupulous from taking advantage. Because I, Lee Xiulian, still possess a conscience, knowing to fend for myself without coveting others' wealth. Do you find fault with that?”

Old Madam Yao no longer trembled. She approached Zhang Xiaoloong and grasped his hand. “Child, I don't want to hear her speak. Tell me, can you not afford this temple? Can you fund it?”

Lee Xiulian began to retort but noticed Zhang Xiaoloong signaling her. She begrudgingly swallowed her words.

With these words, he strode toward the stone boundary of the garden.

Perplexed, the elderly women and seed planters watched as Zhang Xiaoloong, Lee Xiulian, and Lu Xiaoya followed.

“Awoo...” Zhang Xiaoloong cupped his hands around his mouth, emitting a wolf-like howl.

A small, snowball-like wolf bounded forth from the shadows, joining in the chorus, lifting its head to the sky.

“Awoo...”

Two howls, one deep and resonant, the other youthful and vibrant, echoed toward Wormwood Mountain.

Silence followed. The elderly women breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it was merely a spectacle.

As they prepared to depart, a distant wolf howl echoed, seemingly in response.

In under five minutes, a pack of wolves materialized on the horizon. Led by the Wolf King, they howled at Zhang Xiaoloong, then bowed respectfully.

“Performing rituals doesn't equate to goodness,” Zhang Xiaoloong addressed the trembling old ladies. “Exploiting the guise of charity for profit hardly differs from villainy.”

Tongues clicked in astonishment as the old ladies hastily departed, no longer daring to speak of dedicating the temple to the Wolf God.

The living Wolf God stood before them, soliciting funds for a temple? Skepticism for a prolonged life?

“Let's get back to work,” Lee Xiulian urged, leading Lu Xiaoya away. “Come, I'll show you Xiaoloong's impressive cucumbers.”