At dawn the next day, Li Guifang kicked open Li Mingyu's door, grabbed the clothesline and poked it into his bed: "Get up, get up, get up and go to work. Stop pretending to be dead!"
Boom, boom, boom! The bamboo strip used as a clothesline hit the iron frame of the single bed, shaking the entire bed.
Li Mingyuan huddled against the wall, wrapped in a blanket. His left eye, swollen and purple, barely opened a crack. "Mom... How can I face people like this..."
"Meet someone?" Li Guifang sneered, and slammed the clothesline on the bed.
"Is your leader a human being? Or is Hu Meiling a human being? When you were having an affair, why didn't you think about whether you would be able to see her again in the future?"
As he said that, he poked it with the stick again, this time directly lifting the corner of the quilt.
Li Mingyu was squeezed on the edge of the bed, with half of his buttocks hanging in the air, shivering from the cold:
"Brother... didn't you say last night that you would go back to work today..." Before he could finish his words, his brother kicked him in the calf.
"Bullshit! When did I..." Li Mingyuan was about to retort when he suddenly heard an "Ah" - Li Guifang's clothesline accurately poked the bruise on his thigh.
"You have to go back even if you don't want to!" Li Guifang pulled open the wrinkled quilt. Li Mingyu took the opportunity to grab the corner of the quilt and wrap himself up. However, he used too much force and left his brother exposed to the cold wind of early winter.
Li Mingyuan was shaking with cold, and the bruises on his face and his pale lips made him look like a zombie that had been splashed with paint.
He trembled as he reached for the sweater at the end of the bed, but his mother hit him on the back of his hand with a stick.
"Do you feel cold now?" Li Guifang threw the clothes in his face. "You went to see your leader with these injuries and said you arranged a marriage for him to give him face, but ended up getting beaten by that vixen's mistress!"
She suddenly lowered her voice and said, "If you don't extort three or two months of work injury leave from him, don't even step foot in this room!"
The New Year is coming, and it would be nice to have one more person to clean the house or do odd jobs in her shop.
Li Mingyu, his hair all messy and wrapped in a blanket, muttered quietly, "Isn't this just a scam..."
"Bullshit!" Li Guifang picked up the smelly socks from Li Mingyu's bedside and threw them at him. "This is called legitimate rights protection!"
She turned and stared at her eldest son. "If you don't get back three months of work-related injury leave today, don't even step foot through this door!"
After saying that, he glanced at his son's swollen face with disdain and walked out.
After breakfast, Li Guifang kicked Li Mingyuan out the door as if he was driving out a dirty thing.
She felt relieved only after she saw Li Mingyuan leave the house, no matter whether he was going to work or anywhere else!
"Go! Don't dawdle!" she said, standing on the threshold. "Don't get in my way!"
Li Mingyuan covered his bruised face with his hands, wishing he could bury his head into his collar.
As expected, several aunties who were returning from shopping in the alley saw Li Mingyuan and began to glance sideways, whispering and pointing at him.
"Oh, isn't this the eldest son of the Li family? Why is his face like this?"
"I heard he was beaten up in an alley last night. I could hear his howling all night long..."
"Could it be that I offended someone I shouldn't have offended?"
Li Mingyuan's ears felt hot and he walked faster and faster. In his heart, he had already cursed Hu Meiling and that shitty director eight hundred times.
This is exactly the effect Li Guifang wanted! Whenever Li Mingyuan went out with his pig-headed face, he would inevitably be pointed at and criticized.
The more people pointed fingers at him, the more he hated Hu Meiling. He was afraid that the director would also be implicated!
I just don't believe that Li Mingyuan, such a proud person, can be with Hu Meiling without any grudges!
Just when Li Guifang was secretly proud of herself,
At the other end of the alley, Hu Meiling was carrying a fruit basket and looking furtively towards the slum.
Li Guifang was quick-eyed. She picked up the broom from the corner and rushed out without even putting on her shoes properly. One of her slippers flew away.
"You unlucky star! How dare you come here?!" She swung the broom and swept it towards Hu Meiling's feet, causing dust to fly.
"Weren't you so impressive last night when you had someone beat up my Mingyuan? Why are you pretending to be a good guy today?!"
Hu Meiling was so scared that she jumped back two steps, and the apples in the fruit basket rolled all over the floor.
"Auntie, I really didn't know!" Hu Meiling dodged the splashing mud and water. "Ji Xing..."
"Ji Xing? It's him!" Li Guifang threw the broom to the ground and grabbed Hu Meiling's mink collar. "Let's go! Let's go to Ji's house and confront him face to face!"
Hu Meiling was suddenly panicked. She didn't know if it was Ji Xing. She had so many lovers, who knew who beat Li Mingyuan last night?
Ji Xing was just a scapegoat she had casually brought up. Now that he was at her doorstep, if she had mistaken him for someone else, how could she put her face aside? Ah, she was the one who cared most about her reputation!
Hu Meiling's claws were quicker than her brains. When Li Guifang pushed her, she grabbed the electric pole at the entrance of the alley tightly and said, "Ouch, Auntie, please be gentle! My mink is made of real leather!"
"Real leather?" Li Guifang sneered, and her grip tightened. "I don't care if it's real leather or fake! Stop talking nonsense and go!"
"What if it was someone else who beat me? How am I going to live my life if you come to my house like this?"
Li Guifang became even more enraged upon hearing this. She grabbed her collar and dragged her towards the alley entrance: "I told you clearly, Hu Meiling, how could you be wrong? Or do you have another mistress?"
You're afraid of picking the wrong person! Now you know how to save face? Why don't you think about your face when you're flirting?!
"I...I just said it casually..." Hu Meiling's eyes were vague.
One of them was pulling while the other was dodging, and Li Guifang was annoyed.
Her voice suddenly rose an octave, "Listen up, everyone in the neighborhood! This vixen has more than one mistress!"
A group of people gathered around immediately to watch the fun.
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