Chapter 85 I'm a shrew, who am I afraid of?
"There's a woman hiding in the man's house!"
"Look at her, she has such a seductive look, she's probably not from a respectable family!"
"Huh... isn't she the woman who came back with the master last time?"
"Look at her belly, she's pregnant!"
"Oh my god... could it not be the master's?"
"How could that be! How could a man of such high moral character as Mr. Sir possibly be interested in a woman like that..."
"Yes, yes, someone of your character would never do such a thing!"
"But that child..."
"I wonder where this bastard came from..."
Standing in the courtyard, the autumn sun wasn't intense, but it still made me feel dizzy. The courtyard was full of people—men and women, the elderly and children.
I finally understood that the power of human communication should not be underestimated. The middle-aged woman had left in a panic less than half an hour ago, but she returned with a large group of people. They surrounded me, trying to drown me in their spittle.
"Bastard..."
"Bastard...bastard..."
I hadn't reacted much before, but those two words were so jarring that I jumped up as if someone had stepped on my tail, rushed forward, and slapped the fat middle-aged woman hard across the face.
"Smack!"
It was very loud.
A piercing sound.
The people around me seemed to be surprised that a woman like me could be so strong, and they were all stunned.
I flexed my wrists and looked down at my palms, which were red and swollen from clapping. It proved that the effects of force are indeed mutual.
“My son Baozi isn’t an illegitimate child; he has a mother.” I told them earnestly, a slight smile playing on my lips.
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at me as if I were a madman.
"You hit me! How dare you hit me!" The middle-aged woman came to her senses and made a move to pounce on him.
I gritted my teeth slightly. I could handle the weight of that thing, but how could the baby in my belly take it?
"Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, and a cornered rabbit will bite. Don't push me." Wearing only a thin shirt and without my Swiss Army knife, I casually picked up a wooden stick from the side.
The middle-aged woman seemed to be frightened by me and stood still without moving forward.
Holding a wooden stick in one hand, I warily looked at the people surrounding me in circles. Their eyes were full of disgust, as if they were looking at a pile of garbage.
"The people here are honest and kind; how can they tolerate such a shameless woman!"
"Get out! Get out!"
"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth, tightening my grip on the stick. My palms were sweaty and slippery, making me feel uncomfortable.
"How could a man of such high moral character as you be seduced by such a woman!"
"Get out...get out..." Dozens of people pushed forward, as if they wanted to tear me to pieces.
"Get away! Don't touch me!" I swung the wooden stick around, striking a pose of "I'm a shrew, who cares?" I gritted my teeth and sneered, "I'm going to stay here! I'm not going anywhere else! I'm going to cling to your pure and innocent gentleman!"
These words immediately shocked everyone.
"This woman... actually..." As if frightened by my shamelessness, everyone stared at me with wide eyes in disbelief. Then, several burly men strode forward, pressing closer step by step.
"What a skill! All you can do is bully a pregnant woman! You're not worthy of being a man. If you have the ability and strength, why don't you go to the battlefield and make a name for yourself? All you can do is bully women!" I retreated step by step, raising the stick in my hand and chopping it down hard.
The air around me grew increasingly oppressive, and I could barely breathe.
I will always be an unwelcome presence...
They are destined to be expelled forever...
With a "smack," the man cried out and staggered back. Luckily, he was just a farmer and didn't know any martial arts, otherwise I would definitely be done for.
I managed a slight smile, a smile that actually curved my lips.
"You...you shameless woman!" A thin voice trembled with anger.
I glanced to the side and saw a woman with delicate features. She looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't tell if she was the one who had taken the rouge last time or the one who wore the dress.
When I first arrived in Xiangyang, everything seemed so wonderful. The faces were all the same, so why had things changed so drastically? On that day, everyone was kind and gentle, making me believe that this was a paradise on earth, a haven of happiness. But in just a few days, things have turned out like this. Should I reflect on my own actions?
"Shameless? If the gentleman doesn't mind, why should you?" I sneered to myself. Don't be intimidated by me; I can say even harsher things. Don't expect a thief to be ladylike or refined. When survival is at stake, nothing else matters. I've been verbally abused and beaten mercilessly; I'm made of steel.
But my steamed buns, my steamed buns must be pure white and flawless.
No one can hurt him.
No one can slander him!
He is not a child who is unwanted or unloved!
He has a mother...
His mother is me.
Even though he's inside me, he can still hear me.
I am not alone. Within me dwells a child, connected to me by blood, flesh and blood…
"I'll cling to your pure and virtuous gentleman! I'll cling to him for the rest of my life, until I die! What can you do to me!" I gritted my teeth, speaking with unbridled fervor, ignoring the crumbling voice deep within my heart.
Actually, it hurts a little bit...
Only a little bit.
Just a little bit.
I looked up abruptly and met a pair of warm, gentle eyes.
I was stunned.
It was Kongming. He was standing at the door, pushing it open with one hand, and had just come in.
He put his hand down and slowly walked into the courtyard, like a gentle spring breeze, until he stood in front of me.
"go out."
He spoke, his voice not loud, still gentle, yet carrying a certain undeniable authority.
"Sir, this woman..." The surroundings were silent. Suddenly, someone spoke up as if complaining.
"Get out." He pursed his lips slightly, revealing his displeasure.
Everyone was stunned, unable to accept that the gentle and noble gentleman in their hearts would help a shameless woman.
“Zhao’er kept asking to come back from the teacher, saying she was worried about you, so I came back to see you ahead of time.” He turned to look at me, his expression still gentle and kind.
"Mmm." I forced a smile and nodded.
"Sir, although you are a disciple of Master Shui Jing, our village cannot tolerate such a shameless and unrepentant woman!" An old man, unable to save face, rebuked her.
"Maple Forest doesn't seem to be under your jurisdiction." The voice lost its gentleness, sounding somewhat flat. "So... from now on, no one is allowed to enter without my permission."
In short, complete silence fell over the surroundings.
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