Chapter 65: A Breath of Relief
"If it weren't for those two girls and that wild boy, would I have lost face like this today? Would I have been slapped in the face by Li Xiao'e in front of a bunch of people?"
She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and in one fell swoop, she shifted all the blame onto others.
Shen Cuifen slammed the pair of newly repaired shoes she was holding onto the bench.
The sole of her shoe struck the wooden board with a dull thud, and she stood up abruptly, her gaze fixed on Yang Juanhua.
Startled, Yang Juanhua instinctively backed away, tripped, and almost fell. She managed to steady herself by grabbing the door frame.
"You two are the most shameless of all!"
"Over the years, you've stolen from my family, occupied our land, and bullied my three children. What have you done without me doing it?"
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I won't hit you."
She stared coldly at Yang Juanhua, a sneer curling at the corner of her lips.
"We'll drag you straight to Lu Qide's house and let his mother, that is, his aunt, teach you a lesson!"
"My aunt is very particular about rules and can't stand a gossipy, malicious daughter-in-law like you!"
Her tone was firm, as if she had already made up her mind.
"Besides, you're already so old, yet you're still causing trouble everywhere."
Shen Cuifen took a step forward, her voice suddenly turning colder.
"If you weren't so frivolous and always flirting with other women, would you have been slapped in public?"
She coldly observed Yang Juanhua's disheveled appearance and ruthlessly exposed her.
"Do you think everyone doesn't know about your shady dealings with someone? Who in the village is deaf and blind?"
"In my opinion, you deserved to be beaten!"
She spoke each word clearly and forcefully.
"If it were me, and Lu Weidong dared to flirt with someone else behind my back, I wouldn't need anyone else to lift a finger—"
"Sooner or later, I will personally dismember his bones, boil them one by one into soup, and serve it to you!"
Shen Cuifen deliberately raised her voice so that Lu Weidong inside the room could hear her clearly.
Her tone was full of provocation and disdain, as if she were declaring war.
"You heartless woman! Just you wait! If you dare touch my things, you'll regret it!"
Yang Juanhua's hands trembled, her fingertips were icy cold, but her palms were covered in cold sweat.
Whether from extreme anger or genuine fear, her face alternated between pale and flushed, and her lips trembled slightly.
"Just you wait and see, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Yang Juanhua spoke forcefully, but her voice was extremely weak, and her eyes darted around, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Anyway...you can't touch my chicken!"
Her tone softened slightly, but she stubbornly refused to completely back down.
This hen lays eggs every day without fail, and she hopes to earn some pocket money by selling them.
Shen Cuifen stood in the center of the courtyard with her arms crossed, her posture firm.
Upon hearing this, she shouted outside, "Guizhen! Come on, kill two chickens!"
The sound was so loud that even the chickens under the eaves flapped their wings a few times.
"Hey! They're here!"
Lu Xiuye responded and turned to run towards the backyard, her steps hurried but not flustered.
"You dare to move a muscle!"
Yang Juanhua was so anxious she jumped up and down.
She rushed to the door, wanting to stop them but not daring to actually rush out, and could only anxiously watch from inside.
Shen Cuifen spat on the ground and rushed into the kitchen.
When he came out again, he was holding a gleaming kitchen knife.
The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, casting a chilling light on half of her face.
What are you doing!
When Yang Juanhua saw this, her heart clenched, and she thought the woman was coming for her.
She instinctively took two steps back, her back hitting the door frame.
"What do you think I can do?"
Shen Cuifen gave a cold laugh, raising her eyebrows slightly.
She picked up the knife and brandished it in the air, the blade making a soft "whoosh" sound as it sliced through the air.
The sound wasn't loud, but it made Yang Juanhua's heart tremble, as if it had been cut into her heart.
Startled, Yang Juanhua turned and ran into the house, stumbling and almost tripping.
She casually bolted the door shut with a "snap," the bolt clicking into the groove with a crisp sound.
Shen Cuifen sneered and stood outside the house, her heart filled with disdain.
Just then, Lu Xiuye caught the chickens, and the two roosters flapped their wings and crowed loudly.
She took it in one swift motion, as if she had done it a thousand times before.
With a swift and decisive motion, he brought down the knife without uttering a sound.
Blood gushed out with a "whoosh," the warm, salty liquid splashing all over half of her face.
A drop of blood slid down her brow bone, a somewhat horrifying sight.
She didn't even wipe it; she just looked down at the cut on the chicken's neck and nodded in satisfaction.
Yang Juanhua didn't hear a knock on the door, and the outside suddenly became eerily quiet.
She was flustered and couldn't help but peek out the window to see what she was doing.
That glance met Shen Cuifen's blood-covered face as she sneered at the window.
That smile was cold and stiff, and against the backdrop of the bloodstains on his face, it looked like a demon crawling out of hell.
She felt a shiver run through her body, her hair stood on end, and goosebumps rose all over her skin.
She covered her mouth tightly, digging her fingers deep into her cheeks, afraid that she would scream.
Her lips were pressed white by her fingernails, but tears welled up uncontrollably.
Because in her eyes, the chicken with its throat cut was just like herself.
A chill ran down his neck, blood splattered everywhere, and he didn't even have time to struggle.
One stab and he's dead.
She darted into bed, curling up into a ball and wrapping herself up tightly.
The quilt pressed down on her head, isolating her from the outside world, but she still couldn't stop trembling.
He was shaking like a leaf, his teeth were chattering, and even the bed was vibrating slightly.
Cold sweat soaked through my inner clothes, sticking to my back and feeling icy cold.
"She's gone mad! She's really gone mad! Shen Cuifen has completely lost her mind!"
She murmured softly in bed.
Lu Qiming stared at Yang Juanhua in bed, his brows furrowed and his eyes burning with anger.
He held his breath, his chest heaving violently, and with a exertion of his waist and abdomen, a burst of air shot out from below.
"Ah! Lu Qiming, are you trying to choke me to death?!"
Yang Juanhua suddenly threw off the covers and sprang up from the bed like a spring.
He immediately lunged to the bedside, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Lu Qiming squinted, leaned against the headboard, and smiled mischievously, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery and smugness.
Yang Juanhua was furious. She turned her head sharply and glared at him, then reached out and pinched his inner thigh hard.
Lu Qiming's lower body was limp and powerless, unable to move, but he could still lift his hands.
Although he was not as strong as her, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
He endured it for a few seconds before reaching out to slap her hand away, then grimaced and dodged.
The elderly couple were making a ruckus, pinching and dodging each other, while rustling noises and hushed arguments could be heard from inside the house.
Shen Cuifen stood in the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the figure by the window had finally disappeared.
She turned around and walked to the bucket, scooped up a handful of cool well water, and carefully washed her face.
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