"Ye, Ye Yun... don't be impulsive, let's talk this out, okay? Put the knife down first, alright? We can talk this out!"

Zhao Wensheng was so frightened that he could barely speak.

Just now, Ye Yun's eyes were bloodshot with rage; she really intended to kill him!

Ye Yun scoffed coldly, "Zhao Wensheng, I have nothing to say to you. I only have one goal: explain yourself clearly, who got pregnant with your Zhao family's child? When exactly did I climb into your bed and get pregnant with your child!"

Zhao Wensheng was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Even now, he still doesn't want to give up the dowry in Ye Yun's hands.

"Ye Yun, you acted impulsively."

The hand gripping the kitchen knife was subtly pressed down. Qin Zheng had appeared beside her without her noticing, put his arm around her, and took her hand holding the kitchen knife.

Ye Yun was unaware of what was going on.

Why didn't you tell him to stay inside? Why did he come out and provoke her?

Under Ye Yun's questioning gaze, Qin Zheng gently took the kitchen knife from her hand, wrapped his arm around her pitifully thin waist, and pulled her into his embrace, patting her back reassuringly with his other hand.

Ye Yun: "..."

So, he's worried about her?

Everyone watched this scene with lingering shock, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Wensheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, Qin Zheng held the kitchen knife lightly but solemnly to Sun Fengmei's neck.

Zhao Wensheng was shocked and exclaimed, "Qin Zheng!"

The people around him tensed up, looking at Qin Zheng in disbelief. Qin Zheng's methods were completely different from Ye Yun's!

Qin Zheng really does kill people!

In contrast, Qin Zheng remained calm, holding a knife to Sun Fengmei's neck. His voice, though not loud, carried an innate, faint ruthlessness: "Zhao Wensheng, you two have slandered my wife. Shouldn't you have a proper explanation?"

Zhao Wensheng's face was pale, and his trembling lips seemed to want to beg for mercy: "You, you, you, you..."

He kept saying "you" for a long time, but still couldn't express the word "please".

Perhaps in the eyes of a cultured scholar like him, begging for mercy from a thug like Qin Zheng would be a great humiliation!

A strong smell of urine suddenly filled the air.

This caused everyone to frown.

"Mom! That old woman wet her pants!" A five or six-year-old boy suddenly pointed at Sun Fengmei, covered his mouth, and laughed loudly as if no one else was around.

Sun Fengmei's coarse cloth trousers were soaked, and water stains were also visible on the ground.

Ugh! The onlookers immediately looked disgusted, their gazes towards Sun Fengmei filled with contempt. Some even waved their hands in front of their noses and said, "Disgusting..."

Sun Fengmei's face was deathly pale; she was clearly still reeling from the shock.

I was just scared by Ye Yun.

He was frightened by Qin Zheng at this moment.

There was no other reason than that Qin Zheng's reputation for ruthlessness was well-deserved. The moment the cleaver was placed against her neck, fresh blood appeared. The terrifying feeling that threatened to kill her far outweighed the physical pain. She felt that the cleaver in Qin Zheng's hand would sever her neck in the next second.

"My son... my son..."

Sun Fengmei finally managed to utter a sound after a long while, her eyes vacant and lifeless, as she called out to Zhao Wensheng in a trembling voice.

Zhao Wensheng's face turned red and then pale. For him, a scholar, the fact that his mother had wet her pants in public was a greater humiliation than apologizing to Qin Zheng!

However, he couldn't ignore the fact that his own mother's life was in Qin Zheng's hands.

“My mother is lying! I lied too! I never touched Ye Yun!” Zhao Wensheng shouted through his pain.

The thought of Ye Yun's dowry slipping away from him made him even angrier.

Qin Zheng: "Why are you slandering her?"

"I..." Zhao Wensheng was so angry that his teeth itched. He couldn't possibly admit in front of so many people that he was after Ye Yun's dowry, could he?

That would be so embarrassing!

"Hmm?" Seeing Zhao Wensheng hesitate, Qin Zheng pushed the knife in his hand further into Sun Fengmei's neck.

He really dared to do that to protect Ye Yun's reputation.

Fresh, bright red blood immediately gushed from the wound, and Sun Fengmei let out a scream.

"Ah! I'll talk! I'll talk!!"