Zhang Zhiling was still fantasizing about how he would teach Yin Yanhui a lesson later, so that she would remember how she knelt down in front of him and begged him not to bully her when they were little.
A strong push came over him, and he was suddenly thrown off the wall.
Zhang Zhiling: "!!!"
He screamed in terror, "Help—ah!!"
The incident happened so suddenly that by the time Yin Yanhui came to her senses, Zhang Zhiling had already fallen heavily to the ground, clutching his leg and rolling around screaming in pain.
At the same time, Nan Yuanman saw the pair of small black hands that had suddenly appeared on the wall quickly retract.
Yin Yanhui was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter, feeling extremely relieved. She glared at Zhang Zhiling and said fiercely, "Serves you right!"
Meng Qingwan clicked her tongue and said, "What karma!"
Zhang Zhiling's eyes were bloodshot as he suppressed his cries of pain and cursed Yin Yanhui: "You bitch! You bastard! Have you forgotten who picked you out of the trash can?! How dare you talk to me like that! Help me up right now! Take me to the hospital!"
"If anything happens to my leg, I'll definitely go to Grandma's grave to burn incense and complain to her! I'll tell her you bullied me!"
Zhang Zhiling was secretly pleased with himself; this was the trick he used to control this little brat when he was a kid! As long as she tried to resist, he would threaten to tell that old woman that she was bullying her grandson! And she would immediately put up with it!
Even if the old woman dies, it will be the same!
Nan Yuanman was stunned: "Wow! Big brother, you're so shameless! It was the old lady who picked up Sister Yanhui, not you, and it was the old lady who gave her a second life, not you!"
Even if you complain to the old lady, she won't stand by your side!
"Besides, didn't you deserve it? You climbed the wall and fell down. What does it have to do with Sister Guan Yanhui?"
Zhang Zhiling's face flushed red, and he glared fiercely at Nan Yuanman: "You worthless bastard, shut up! Our business is none of your concern!"
Meng Qingwan's face darkened instantly. She strode forward and slapped Zhang Zhiling across the face. Before he could react, she stomped hard on his injured thigh.
The agonizing squeals of pigs instantly echoed throughout the alley.
Before Zhang Zhiling could even call out a few times, Meng Qingwan grabbed another stone and shoved it into his mouth, staring at him menacingly: "If you don't want your mouth, then don't have it."
Bai Yi, who had been quietly staying in the small coffin, floated out at some point. She stared at Zhang Zhiling with a deep gaze and asked Nan Yuanman in a gentle voice, "May I kill him?"
Zhou Jingchuan also floated out, looked at Zhang Zhiling, and said with a forced smile: "I can do it for you."
How dare they call their little master a worthless piece of trash? They're asking for it!
Zhuangzhuang remained silent and immediately took action.
The wall Zhang Zhiling was leaning against suddenly loosened, and before he could recover from the extreme pain of his injured leg, a small pebble rolled down in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, the entire wall collapsed in his direction, burying him underneath.
Nan Yuanman had no time to stop her. Her brows furrowed as she grabbed Zhuangzhuang, who was causing trouble.
Zhuangzhuang obediently let her hold him in her hand, and before she could ask, he immediately said, "I didn't want to kill him, I just gave him a little lesson. I know what I'm doing."
Nan Yuanman looked at the collapsed wall, then at Zhang Zhiling, who was trapped under the stones and remained silent, and his lips twitched slightly.
...A small lesson?
No matter what, Zhuangzhuang did it for her sake, so Nan Yuanman couldn't blame him. But she also couldn't let him act recklessly like that. With a cold expression, she threw him into the small coffin, along with a notebook: "Don't do it again. Fill this notebook with big characters. You're not allowed to come out until it's full!"
Zhuangzhuang's vision went black: "..."
Damn it, I shouldn't have been so impulsive!!
Yin Yanhui and Meng Qingwan were also startled.
Meng Qingwan quickly came to her senses, couldn't help but clap her hands, and said, "Karma!"
Yin Yanhui calmly called the police and dialed 120. After doing all this, she symbolically stepped forward and moved the stones around, making it seem as if she had already cleared them but was powerless to do anything about it.
Only then did he lead Meng Qingwan and Nan Yuanman into the old house.
Of all things in the world, her affairs are the most important.
As for Zhang Zhiling, whether he lives or dies depends on his own luck.
Yin Yanhui had already done more than enough by helping to call the police and dial 120. It was impossible for her to repay evil with kindness by going to the trouble of digging out the person who had bullied her when she was a child and who had just tried to beat her up from under the rubble.
Yin Yanhui suddenly felt incredibly fortunate. Luckily, there weren't many people around the house; otherwise, the collapse of the wall would have attracted countless onlookers.
As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, scenes from reality and her dream rapidly intertwined, leaving Yin Yanhui somewhat dazed. She subconsciously looked towards the spot where the long-haired woman from her dream had appeared—
On the stone bench under the big tree in the courtyard.
At first glance, the stone bench was empty.
Just as Yin Yanhui was about to look away, a very faint black shadow suddenly appeared on the stone bench.
Yin Yanhui: "!!!"
She froze on the spot, staring blankly at the figure on the stone bench that had gradually solidified from an illusion, the figure that had appeared in her dream. She blinked hard.
Meng Qingwan also witnessed the process of the person turning into a living person. She was so frightened that she almost screamed. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and covered her mouth. She subconsciously took Nan Yuanman's hand and took a step back.
Nan Yuanman did not retreat. Her clear black and white eyes stared at the figure, her gaze falling on the hand that was holding a wooden comb and slowly combing her hair.
The woman with her back to them seemed unaware of their arrival. She combed her hair slowly, one stroke at a time, and softly sang: "Waiting for my lover, sitting in the embroidered tower, hand supporting my chin, gazing at the moon."
My mother has betrothed me, but I haven't met her yet; I wonder which state my beloved is in? The spring flowers have all faded away…
The familiar opera music made Yin Yanhui's hands and feet go numb, and she subconsciously took a step towards Nan Yuanman while carrying her things.
The moment she moved, the woman who was combing her hair paused, slowly turned around, and looked at her with sorrowful eyes. Her clear voice was filled with a mournful and tender tone: "My lord... have you finally come to marry me?"
The woman looked at the paper money and offerings in her hand, and lowered her eyes shyly: "You also brought so much betrothal gift... It was worth it for Lan'er to wait for you for so long."
Upon hearing this, Yin Yanhui nearly dropped what she was holding. Her face stiffened, and she said in a panic, "You, you mustn't misunderstand. I, I'm not here to propose marriage. I... I can't be with you."
Lan'er was stunned, her expression growing even more sorrowful: "Why?"
"I'm straight!" Yin Yanhui: "I don't like women!"
As she spoke, she hurriedly pulled the paper male figures out of the bag: "If you need a man to relieve your loneliness, I... I have some here! I can burn you lots and lots! I guarantee I'll have all kinds of men!"
Lan'er's gaze fell on the paper figure of the man in Yin Yanhui's hand, and her expression changed instantly. Her clear almond eyes filled with tears of blood, and she was extremely angry: "My lord, how could you! How could you humiliate me like this!"
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