Chapter 69 She Came to Get Her Retribution

She frowned, put on her coat, and tiptoed to the window, carefully lifting a corner of the curtain.

Under the moonlight, she saw that it was Shen Cuifen sharpening a knife. She breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down on the bed.

Of the three sons, only Lu Guilin was woken up. He glanced out the window and muttered, "Are they crazy?!"

In his view, sharpening a knife in the middle of the night is either a sign of mental instability or a deliberate act of provocation.

But he was too lazy to care or ask, and just hoped the sound would stop soon.

Li Fangfang was lying on the bed, muttering curses at Shen Cuifen.

Hearing a noise outside, she sat up abruptly.

"What kind of trick are they playing now!"

She growled in a low voice, her tone filled with surprise and unease.

Li Fangfang slowly walked to the window and peered out through the crack in the window.

Shen Cuifen was holding a kitchen knife.

The blade slid back and forth on the whetstone, each movement producing a cold, silvery gleam.

This glance startled Li Fangfang.

She instinctively took a half step back, tripped, and almost fell.

The scene from earlier that day flashed before my eyes again—Shen Cuifen was holding a chicken by the neck, her face covered in blood.

This thought made Li Fangfang's breath catch in her throat, and her heart race.

"This woman is insane!"

She muttered a curse in a low voice, her voice trembling so much it was almost incoherent.

After a few seconds of shock, she stumbled to the door, grabbed a long bench behind it, and wedged it tightly under the door.

Then he casually moved the low cabinet next to him and piled it up behind the door, making sure it was completely covered.

She knew her own limitations; she was weak and even more timid.

With Shen Cuifen being so strong and ruthless, if a fight really broke out, she wouldn't even have a chance to resist.

At this moment, all she hoped was that the door would be sturdy enough to last until dawn.

Li Fangfang, who usually couldn't even lift a bucket of water, was like a different person now, with only one thought in her mind.

Make sure to pile everything that can be moved inside the house to the doorway.

The wrinkles on her forehead were all knotted together, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

But he didn't stop for a moment, only thinking about sealing the door shut as soon as possible.

The old armchair passed down from my ancestors was originally leaning against the corner of the wall.

But now, Li Fangfang gritted her teeth and clung tightly to the armrests of the chair.

The wood creaked as it rubbed against the ground.

And there's that little cabinet against the wall.

Although it wasn't big, it was still quite heavy for her.

She bent down, braced her hands against the cabinet, and pushed forward with all her might while panting heavily.

The corner of the cabinet hit the threshold with a loud thud.

She was startled, thinking someone was about to burst in.

She quickly moved whatever she could carry towards the door.

If you can't move something, just lie down on the ground, use your shoulders to support it, and drag it over inch by inch.

Her skirt got caught on the cabinet, tearing a hole and revealing half of her yellowed socks.

They worked hard for more than half an hour.

She looked as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead one after another.

Her back was soaked, and her clothes clung tightly to her spine.

The door was finally completely blocked.

Even the narrowest gaps were completely filled by the small stool.

She reached out and touched the door crack again to make sure there was no gap, then breathed a sigh of relief and slowly straightened up, leaning against the wall.

Lu Daqiang lay on the edge of the bed, watching coldly, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

His lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh.

But in the end, he only let out a soft hum.

Li Fangfang felt a little relieved when she figured that Shen Cuifen definitely wouldn't be able to break in.

She wiped her sweat, hurriedly went to the window crack, squatted down, and peered out through the gap in the window frame with one eye.

Looking up, the courtyard was empty; there was no sign of Shen Cuifen.

The clothes on the clothesline were still swaying gently, as if someone had just touched them.

But apart from that, there was nothing.

Not even a chicken crowed.

But she still felt uneasy, as if countless tiny insects were crawling inside her.

That feeling of unease wouldn't go away.

She shrank back, not daring to look any longer.

Fortunately, the window was small and the wooden frame was narrow, making it difficult even for her to squeeze through.

With her sturdy build, broad shoulders, and thick back, Shen Cuifen had no chance of climbing in.

This put her at ease a little.

Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to defend against it.

You can't exactly build the whole house with brick walls, can you?

Even so, she feared she would still dream of Shen Cuifen breaking down the door at night.

She stood by the window for a long time, her eyes sore from blinking so much, but she didn't see any movement outside.

The wind rustled through the treetops, making a soft sound, which she mistook for footsteps.

The cat jumped onto the wall, and she almost screamed.

Not a single bird flew through the yard until it was fully light.

She then cautiously climbed back into bed.

She didn't dare lie down, but huddled in the corner of the bed, her back against the wall, her hands gripping the edge of the blanket tightly.

Little did she know that Shen Cuifen had already finished her work, sweeping the yard clean and even lining the chicken coop with new straw.

Right now, he's lying in his room, covered with a thin blanket, sleeping soundly.

Heavy breathing came from her nose, and she occasionally snored.

I just heard her moving the cabinet.

Shen Cuifen opened her eyes while half-asleep.

Judging from the noise, there was a bump here and a knock there.

She understood immediately.

Li Fangfang is putting on an act, a performance for her.

Since it was performed for her, she naturally had to "watch" it all.

Once the show is over, people should naturally leave; why actually try to break down the door?

It caused chaos and we had to clean up the mess.

Fortunately, her worst fears did not come true.

Li Fangfang didn't dare to steal her things, nor did she dare to kick down her door in the middle of the night.

Everything was quiet as usual.

Around midnight, Li Fangfang began to feel an unbearable fullness in her bladder and a tightening sensation in her lower abdomen.

She couldn't sit or lie down comfortably, so she could only curl up and twist and turn on the bed.

She doesn't usually cook; she just makes thin porridge to drink all day long.

The porridge was so thin you could see your reflection in it. You drank bowl after bowl, and naturally, you urinated a lot.

However, she was also very particular about cleanliness and couldn't stand even the slightest smell of odor in the house.

Even the slightest stench of urine can make her frown and curse all day long.

They never allowed the chamber pot to be kept indoors.

She even threw the chamber pot that Lu Daqiang used when he was a child into the back of the kitchen.

In the past, whenever Lu Daqiang wet the bed, she would immediately yell for Shen Cuifen to come and clean up.

"Shen Cuifen! Come quick! It's filthy!"

After shouting, he stood at the door, covering his nose, waiting for someone to come and wipe the floor and change the mattress.

So she doesn't have this habit at all.

She never imagined that one day she would feel the urge to urinate in the middle of the night.

He didn't even have anyone to serve him.

Right now, I not only feel the urge to urinate, but I also feel the urge to pee at the slightest noise outside

She felt that it was Shen Cuifen coming to report back.

She mistook the "pat-pat" sound of the wind rustling the window paper for footsteps.

She mistook the mouse running on the roof beam for a human figure.

On several occasions, in particular, Shen Cuifen would get up and wander around at night.

Footsteps made a soft "tap, tap" sound as they sank into the mud.

She was so scared her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She tossed and turned all night, kicking the blankets off the bed, her eyes bloodshot, unable to close them even once.

She finally endured until dawn broke, and the morning light shone through the cracks in the window, illuminating her pale face.

Only then did she dare to close her eyes and sleep for a while.