"Nonsense." Wen Ziqing glanced at Zhou Miaomiao, wondering what was going on in Zhou Miaomiao's mind.
"Huh?" Zhou Miaomiao was stunned. Hadn't Wen Ziqing just been venting his anger? Then why was he kicking stones at Yuan Sixi?
"Yuanyuan, let's go." Wen Ziqing ignored the "perfect match" of Yuan Sixi and Zhou Miaomiao, took Zhou Yuanyuan's hand and walked forward. Wen Ziqing originally wanted to walk towards the village entrance, but Yuan Sixi and Zhou Miaomiao were blocking the way behind them. Wen Ziqing didn't want to get close to them, so he pulled Zhou Yuanyuan towards the end of the village.
"Zhou Yuanyuan, you can't just stand by and watch her die! For the sake of being sisters, you..." Zhou Miaomiao was frightened when she saw that Zhou Yuanyuan's reaction was very different from what she expected, and she quickly shouted.
Sisters? Zhou Yuanyuan stopped and laughed out loud: "Hahaha..."
"What are you laughing at?" Yuan Sixi felt a little strange. Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Miaomiao really sounded like the names of sisters.
"I, Zhou Yuanyuan, can't afford a 'sister' who pushed me into a pond in the freezing cold and nearly froze me to death!" Zhou Yuanyuan taunted Zhou Miaomiao, then turned and walked away. She came here to find her eighth uncle, not to be Zhou Miaomiao's "savior."
Zhou Miaomiao's face turned pale and blue. She really didn't expect Zhou Yuanyuan to watch someone die without helping. Hadn't her third uncle and aunt always been kind?
With a "slap", seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan and the others had walked away more than ten steps, and it was obvious that they would not care about Zhou Miaomiao's affairs, Yuan Sixi was so angry that he reached out and slapped Zhou Miaomiao in the face.
Yuan Sixi secretly resented this. If this useless woman hadn't been around, he might have made a fortune today. At worst, with such a wealthy relative around, how far would his good days be? But now, such a wealthy relative had been "taken away" by Zhou Miaomiao, and Yuan Sixi felt a pity just thinking about it.
"Why did you hit me?" Zhou Miaomiao's voice was filled with tears. She was already upset that Zhou Yuanyuan refused to help her. You, this ugly old man, actually hit me? She hadn't done anything wrong.
"Hurry up and go! You're delaying my auspicious time. If I don't beat you, who else will I beat?" Yuan Sixi, heartbroken over the money flying away, raised his foot and kicked Zhou Miaomiao again. Damn it. A wife is made by beatings and kneading dough. Yuan Sixi spent a lot of money to buy his wife, so he can beat her however he wants.
Zhou Yuanyuan ignored the noise behind her. She walked quickly with her head down, feeling a sense of panic in her heart.
In the first one or two years after her rebirth, Zhou Yuanyuan thought that when she saw Yuan Sixi again, she would be furious and would not be able to help but pounce on him and tear him apart, seeking justice for her tragic death in her previous life.
But when she saw Yuan Sixi today, Zhou Yuanyuan felt neither hatred nor disgust in her heart, as if she was looking at a stranger.
No, to be more precise, Yuan Sixi wasn't even considered a human in Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes. In her mind, he was an ant, an ant that could be crushed to death with a single wave of her hand. Faced with the ant-like Yuan Sixi, Zhou Yuanyuan lost interest in dealing with him. Why was this? Was it because she saw that vicious woman, Zhou Miaomiao, hanging out with Yuan Sixi? Or was it because she now possessed such immense power that she disdained to deal with an ant like Yuan Sixi?
Zhou Yuanyuan thought about it over and over again but couldn't find the answer.
After walking for a while, Zhou Yuanyuan realized that Wen Ziqing had not spoken a word, and she couldn't help but look up at him.
Wen Ziqing's face looked very unhappy. Although Wen Ziqing often had an icy face, today, Zhou Yuanyuan could see his anger from his icy face.
Zhou Yuanyuan's heart ached. Wen Ziqing had just hit Yuan Sixi with a stone. Was he sympathetic to Zhou Miaomiao's plight? Would he think she was cold-blooded and heartless?
Zhou Yuanyuan asked herself: if this purchased bride hadn't been Zhou Miaomiao, she might have helped her escape Yuan Sixi's clutches. But this person was Zhou Miaomiao! She'd hurt her so many times before, and she simply didn't have the heart to offer someone like her. She knew the eighty-year-old from the three-year-old, and the eight-year-old Zhou Miaomiao was already so cruel. She didn't want to be Mr. Dongguo, the wolf-saving man.
Zhou Yuanyuan walked silently along the road to Taoshu Village, head bowed. In the center of Taoshu Village stood a sweetwater well, from which the villagers drew their drinking water. In her previous life, Zhou Yuanyuan would come here every day at dawn to draw water.
The well mouth was narrow, barely wider than a strong man's shoulder. The well was deep, and looking down from the mouth, it was pitch black, the murky water a full three or four meters away.
In rural areas without running water, every household would store water in a large vat in the kitchen. Rural residents went to bed early and rose early. Early each morning, men in every household would carry a shoulder pole and bucket to the well to fetch water. Only after filling the vat to about 90% would they go about their daily routines.
Of course, the men who carry water usually feel sorry for their wives. There are also two or three lazy men in the village who don’t help with housework at all, so the task of carrying water falls on their women.
In his previous life, Yuan Sixi either beat or scolded Zhou Yuanyuan. In Yuan Sixi's mind, Zhou Yuanyuan was just a "slave" that he bought with money to serve the family. Yuan Sixi would not help with things like fetching water.
Every morning, Zhou Yuanyuan would grab her bucket and fetch water from the well at first light, as the villagers were still asleep and there was no queue. Even so, she would have to wait until Chaoyang jumped up the hill to fill her family's water tank.
In her previous life, when Zhou Yuanyuan came to fetch water, she wanted to jump into this well several times.
After thinking about it, Zhou Yuanyuan still didn't dare to do it. Taoshu Village only has this well, and all the villagers depend on this well for drinking water. Zhou Yuanyuan was afraid that she would die in this well, leaving the villagers without water to drink.
Look! This is her past life. Even when she was seeking death, she chose a place where she wouldn't disturb others. Was she kind enough? But what happened? Forced into a corner by Yuan Sixi and Zhou Miaomiao, she chose to jump to her death.
Fortunately, God showed mercy and gave Zhou Yuanyuan a second chance at life. In this life, her family is safe and she has learned a wealth of skills. But now, Zhou Yuanyuan is far from kind. When she's on a mission, no matter how tough a monster or how tough it is, she only has one outcome: she's reduced to ashes.
Today, she didn't let Yuan Sixi turn into a pile of ashes, but it was for Zhou Miaomiao's sake. In their previous life, Yuan Sixi and Zhou Miaomiao had no vested interests. One wanted to squeeze every last drop of oil out of her, Zhou Yuanyuan, while the other wanted her to live in hell every day.
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