A gloating exclamation came from behind her, and Li Jiaoyan burst out laughing: "Who gets divorced in these surrounding villages? Aren't you afraid people will laugh their heads off?"

The village chief's wife feigned concern: "Qingheng, I think you should just make do with what you have. I heard that you've offended your parents. If you get a divorce and go back, I'm afraid they'll marry you off for the bride price again, just like before. You won't have a choice when you remarry; you might end up with some old widower."

Upon hearing this, the others all looked at Yang Qingheng with schadenfreude.

Even those who genuinely wanted to speak up for her dared not offend the village chief's wife at this moment, and could only cast sympathetic glances their way.

In this day and age, if you get divorced, you'll be gossiped about behind your back, and your reputation will be ruined.

Yang Qingheng looked at the group of people who were putting down the weak and flattering the strong, and suddenly laughed out loud, thinking she was watching some kind of comical performance: "I don't need you two to worry about what will happen to me in the future. You're so young and you're already talking about marriage all the time. You're probably desperate to get married. Aunt, you should hurry up and find a few men for Jiaoyan to look after."

Too lazy to argue with them, I grabbed Sister-in-law Sun and left.

Li Jiaoyan's face turned ugly after being rebuked by her.

Several lackeys quickly tried to appease her: "She's just being stubborn. She's probably crying her eyes out in bed tonight. Jiaoyan, have pity on her and don't hurt her feelings."

"That's right, she has no money and no skills. If she leaves Song Hengjue, she'll have no one to support her and will starve."

Upon hearing this, Li Jiaoyan's expression improved considerably.

Judging by Yang Qingheng's incompetence—she can't even farm properly—that's probably how her life will be.

Yang Qingheng wasn't angered, but Sister-in-law Sun was furious. She cursed several times and wished she could rush back and slap Li Jiaoyan a couple of times to vent her anger.

How can someone be so rude and rude!

Even when she saw Song Hengjue, her expression turned sour.

"Sister-in-law." Song Hengjue nodded to her.

Sister-in-law Sun scoffed, turned her face away, and kept her distance as if she were seeing a plague god.

Song Hengjue looked at Yang Qingheng with a strange expression. He remembered seeing Tang Bainian outside earlier and his brow twitched. "You just got back. Where have you been?"

“Who I go with and where I go is none of your business as an ex-husband,” Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes dramatically, returning his words from this morning to herself, “Why should someone who can’t even control his lower body have the right to control me?”

Song Hengjue frowned and grabbed her wrist: "I have to give my mother an explanation for her question."

"Just tell her I'm going to see Zhou Shuwen and will be back tonight." Yang Qingheng was annoyed. The thought of this hand grabbing another woman earlier and now grabbing her again made her want to chop it off.

That's disgusting.

Song Hengjue was stung by her disdainful gaze and subconsciously let go of her hand.

Yang Qingheng returned to the guesthouse, took a nap, washed up, changed into an inconspicuous set of casual clothes, and then went to Li Xiang's house.

…………

Li Xiang opened the door and saw her, startled. He quickly closed the door to block the view of the people inside, forcefully pulled her into the stairwell, and shouted, "What are you doing here!"

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Yang Qingheng saw his posture and knew that he had secretly rented out the warehouse and dared not tell his family. She understood. "Tell me, how much money do you want for me to continue using the warehouse?"

Li Xiang had a whole host of excuses up his sleeve, but he didn't expect her to be so blunt. He was stunned for a few seconds before his mind went blank and he finally came to his senses with the shrewdness unique to businessmen: "Since you already know, then I won't waste my breath on you. The risks are so high lately. If you want to continue using the warehouse, I'll have to increase the price by 100 yuan per month. And this warehouse can't be used by you anymore. You'll have to find a smaller one."

"Fine, this is the last time. If you cause any more trouble, I'll fight you to the death. Don't forget, we're in the same boat." Yang Qingheng was displeased, but she had no choice but to agree.

Once this storm has passed, she will definitely find a new partner.

"I won't wait any longer, let's switch next Wednesday. I need this warehouse urgently next week." Li Xiang was smug, seeing that she had him under her control.

Yang Qingheng had no choice but to agree.

When they got back, they contacted Sister-in-law Sun, and finally managed to gather six workers to go to the warehouse before Wednesday.

The group of people quickly moved the last batch of goods into the small warehouse. Yang Qingheng finally felt relieved and took out a hundred yuan from her bag, handing it to the leader: "Thank you all for working overtime today. Take this money and have a late-night snack."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to have this midnight snack." Li Xiang sneered.

Yang Qingheng sensed something was wrong and turned to leave, but it was too late. The warehouse door was kicked open with a bang, and a group of people rushed in, the warehouse brightly lit.

The leader was none other than Li Zichang, who had just been released from the detention center.

She looked at Li Xiang beside her in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"

"People die for money, birds die for food, Boss Yang, I'm sorry." Li Xiang shrugged and whispered in her ear.

Li Zichang entered with his face covered in bruises. Upon seeing that he had caught Yang Qingheng, he clapped his hands and laughed, "It's you! Well, let's see how you run this time!"

Looking at Yang Qingheng's face, Li Zichang felt the pain in the spot where he had been kicked that night, and he was so angry that his teeth itched.

These past few days, whenever he goes out, someone puts a sack over his head and specifically targets the area under his clothes to beat him mercilessly.

I went to the police station to report it, but the officers there said they couldn't find anything!

Besides this despicable woman and Tang Bainian, he couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a thing.

He can't touch Tang Bainian, but can't he touch this bastard?