Chapter 58 The Roar of the Incompetent Man

But he can't lose face, especially with such a shameful thing. Once it's confirmed, how can he hold his head up in the village?

But Lu Weidong didn't know that the whole village already knew about it.

From the east end of the village to the west end, from Aunt Wang's house to Uncle Li's house, everyone was pointing and whispering behind their backs, laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

I heard that some children were playing in the water on the riverbank when they pulled his tattered underpants out of the river.

That was something he kicked into the water in his panicked escape last night.

Those mischievous little monkeys actually hung the pagoda directly on the big banyan tree at the village entrance.

As a result, when the villagers walked under the tree, they looked up and saw the shorts fluttering in the wind.

White with blue stripes, and a hole in it—it's obvious at a glance.

Shen Cuifen was too lazy to argue anymore. Her chest heaved a few times, and she suddenly turned around and strode into the house.

She rushed straight to the cabinet, grabbed Lu Weidong's clothes, pants, shoes, and socks, and threw them on the floor of the main room.

"Whether what I said is true or false, you know better than anyone else! I don't need to expose you, just look at yourself in the mirror! Tomorrow morning, we're going to get a divorce, and neither of us is allowed to back out!"

"I used to find you annoying, lazy, sloppy, and unambitious, but I still put up with it for the sake of the children. Now? Now I'm truly disgusted by you! Just seeing your face makes me want to vomit! I feel filthy if I spend another day with you!"

Shen Cuifen had planned to get a divorce today.

But then I realized it was the weekend, and no one was on duty at the place where I needed to go, so it would be a wasted trip.

Let's wait until tomorrow, one more night won't make a difference.

She wanted him to stay in this house, watch his things being thrown on the muddy floor, and have a good night's sleep to clear his head.

Let him experience what it means to be abandoned by everyone and to lose face.

Lu Weidong looked down at his clothes scattered all over the floor, his face turning pale with anger, and his lips trembling.

"Shen Cuifen! Pick those up! That's my house! I laid the bricks, I built the walls, I paid the taxes! You think you have the right to throw all my things out? Who do you think you are? This is my home! My territory!"

"You keep saying you want a divorce, could it be that you're having an affair?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Shen Cuifen's voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming so sharp it almost pierced the roof.

"I'm not getting a divorce! You want a divorce? No way!"

Lu Weidong stood up abruptly, veins bulging on his neck, his face flushed red.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Cuifen turned around abruptly and slapped him across the face several times.

Several heavy blows landed on Lu Weidong's left and right cheeks in succession.

The sound was crisp and loud, so loud that the air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lu Weidong instinctively raised his hand to block, but Cuifen, seeing this, aimed at the wound and lashed out.

The pain made him immediately pull his hand back, and he received several more slaps to the face.

He was no longer as arrogant as before.

Now he was curled up in a ball, his head tucked tightly into his collar, looking quite pathetic.

Shen Cuifen was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

"You know best whether you have something to hide or not! And you still dare to turn the tables on me?"

She glanced at Lu Weidong, who was covered in filth, and gave a cold snort, withdrawing her attack.

The strong smell of pig manure mixed with sweat emanated from Lu Weidong, making Shen Cuifen almost vomit.

She frowned, subconsciously took half a step back, and raised her hand to fan her nose.

"If you don't want to leave, then prepare to be beaten every day."

She raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone returning to calm.

"Shen Cuifen, you—"

Lu Weidong finally raised his head, his lips twitching, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He was about to start cursing when he suddenly met her cold, icy eyes, and he chickened out, so he had to shut up.

Shen Cuifen didn't even want to look at him again and turned around to go back to her room.

Back in her room, she pulled an old wooden box from under the bed.

Then he took out two brand-new pairs of cloth shoes.

The uppers of the shoes were made by her own hands, with a thousand layers of stitches, and the style was simple.

She sat on a small stool, laid the shoes flat on her knees, and focused intently on checking the soles for any loose threads or wear.

Lu Xiuwei has to go back to school tomorrow, and once it's repaired, she can wear it right away.

Lu Xiuwei is the youngest daughter in the family, and she will be taking a bus to the county middle school tomorrow morning.

Shen Cuifen didn't want her to go out in worn-out shoes and be laughed at.

So even if the house is a mess, I want her to leave this world with dignity.

As Cuifen threaded the needle, she mentally calculated her daughter's expenses at school, her brows furrowing slightly.

Over there, Lu Weidong endured the pain and got up from the ground.

He used his hands and feet to struggle to his feet up.

But he dared not shout loudly anymore, only groaning softly, for fear of incurring another beating.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!"

He dragged himself to the center of the main room, and as soon as he touched the stool, he jumped up, gasping for breath in pain.

I wanted to stand, but my legs wouldn't obey my commands because of the injury, and they kept swaying from side to side.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and lie back down on the bench, groaning.

"Lu Fuquan! Lu Guilin! You two little bastards, are you deaf? Don't you know your father is injured?"

Lu Weidong finally lost his temper, suddenly raised his head, and started cursing loudly towards the inner room.

He was in so much pain that he was irritable and started yelling in the main room.

Each shout was higher than the last, each word more vehement than the last, shaking even the dust off the roof beams.

After calling for a long time, his two sons slowly came out and helped him to the bamboo bed in the main room.

"You two hurry up and boil some water so I can take a bath, and then bring me some clean clothes!"

When Lu Weidong saw his son appear, he immediately adopted the authoritative demeanor of a parent.

He stared at his two sons' lazy backs, growing angrier the longer he looked.

He was lying here suffering, and his wife hit him.

The son showed no sympathy and wouldn't even boil water on his own initiative; he only moved when the son yelled at him.

This made Lu Weidong feel a surge of anger in his chest, grit his teeth, but he was powerless to vent it.

After a busy morning, having missed breakfast and lunch, Yang Juanhua couldn't find a single person.

He lay there waiting for the hot water, looking around as he grew increasingly agitated.

Yang Juanhua said this morning that she would come to help feed the pigs.

They didn't see him, didn't cook him any food, and didn't even say hello.

That's really tough!

He spat angrily.

"She's always elusive, never eats or does anything; it's better to raise a dog than to keep her!"

He could curse, but he didn't dare raise his voice, for fear of incurring another slap from Shen Cuifen.

"You two go boil the water and then cook me some rice! I'm starving."

Lu Fuquan and Lu Guilin looked displeased.

Seeing this, Lu Weidong started yelling again.

"I raised you all with so much hardship, and now I have to pay you dowries when you get married! And you're not even willing to cook a meal?"

Upon hearing Lu Weidong mention the bride price, the two looked embarrassed and immediately wilted.

They knew in their hearts that if the bride price issue escalated, only their own family would suffer, so they dared not throw a tantrum.

He had no choice but to lower his head, obediently turn around and walk towards the kitchen, slowly starting a fire to cook.

Shen Cuifen was too lazy to care about these things and didn't even lift her eyelids.

She simply sat on a small stool in the room and diligently mended shoes.

Lu Xiuye, sitting quietly beside her, kept her head down and worked alongside her.