"Look at you, do you think you're good enough for my young master?" Deputy Chen couldn't help but lose his temper.
"Why are you wearing so many red strings in your hair? Are you getting married? And your face, it's yellowish, looks like shit, it's disgusting. And have you not showered in the last few days? You stink all over, and these clothes are red ones that haven't been washed in years, right? They're the ones your mother wore after her wedding and never washed, aren't they?" Deputy Chen's mouth was incredibly venomous.
Xiuer turned pale upon hearing this, and felt extremely inferior.
She stood there, like a flower touched by frost, swaying precariously.
His face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Deputy Chen's words were like sharp blades, piercing her heart.
She never imagined that she was so despicable in other people's eyes.
She subconsciously touched the red string in her hair, which she had tied to bring herself some joy, but now it had become the object of ridicule.
Her hand fell limply to her side, the red rope swaying gently in the wind, as if it too were sighing for her fate.
Xiuer's gaze slowly fell on her sallow face. She had always known that she looked unwell, but she never imagined that she would be described in such a terrible way.
A deep sense of inferiority welled up in her heart, and she felt like the pile of "shit" that Deputy Chen had mentioned, something that people would find disgusting and want to avoid.
How she wished she had a fair and beautiful face, worthy of the young master, so that others would no longer look down on her.
Xiuer sniffed herself again, and the faint odor made her face even paler.
She couldn't remember the last time she had taken a proper bath; the hardships of life left her no time for such things.
Looking at the red dress she was wearing, it was the only decent piece of clothing she owned, yet Deputy Chen claimed it hadn't been washed in years, or even since her mother got married.
Her eyes gradually welled up with tears.
I thought about my life, and the difficult days.
Her family didn't have the money to buy her new clothes, and she didn't have time to dress herself up. She was busy making a living every day.
Xiuer's heart was filled with despair and inferiority.
She felt like an ugly duckling who would never become a beautiful swan.
She looked at Lieutenant Chen, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness.
She wanted to refute, to defend herself, but she found that she had no confidence at all.
She knew she was not good enough for the young master; she was just an ordinary girl from the village, a girl struggling in the mire of life.
Xiuer lowered her head, and tears finally welled up in her eyes.
Her body trembled slightly, as if she were enduring immense pain.
She didn't know what to do, but thinking about the days to come, she felt that her world was completely dark, without a single glimmer of hope.
A gentle breeze blew by, and Xiu'er's hair fluttered in the wind. The red rope danced in the breeze. She stood there, lonely and helpless, her inferiority complex overwhelming her like a tidal wave.
Xiuer stood there, her eyes filled with pleading and longing.
She bit her lip tightly, as if trying to express her determination in this way.
"Sir, I am truly innocent. I have never done anything improper. I just want a chance to serve the young master and live a good life." Her voice trembled slightly, filled with urgency and anticipation.
However, Lieutenant Chen remained unmoved. He frowned, his eyes revealing impatience. "Stop talking nonsense and get out of here. If you don't leave, I'll get rough with you." His tone was harsh and threatening.
Deputy Chen was no pushover; he had killed countless people and was a ruthless character.
That's why the warlord entrusted his son to him with peace of mind.
Besides, this country girl is simply delusional. The future young mistress and concubine will definitely not be simple people. If she were to give such a thing to the young master, wouldn't that be disgusting?
Looking at Chen's cold expression, Xiu'er felt a surge of despair.
She knew that no matter how much she begged, it would be of no use.
But she was still unwilling to give up this opportunity that could change her destiny.
A hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes, but in the face of Chen's powerful aura, her stubbornness seemed so powerless.
Seeing Xiu'er's reluctance to leave, Chen's anger gradually flared up.
His hand gripped the pistol at his waist tightly, as if ready to draw it at any moment. His eyes grew even fiercer, as if warning Xiu'er not to challenge his bottom line.
Xiuer trembled at the look in Chen's eyes. She knew that if she didn't leave soon, she might really be in danger.
Finally, Xiuer lowered her head helplessly. She slowly turned around and dragged her heavy steps away.
The remaining three, seeing that things weren't going well, also left with sullen faces, indicating that they had no chance of securing this source of income.
Xiuer's figure looked so lonely and helpless in the darkness.
Lieutenant Chen stood still, watching the direction Xiu'er had left, his eyes devoid of any pity.
In his heart, only completing the task assigned to him by the commander-in-chief and protecting the young master mattered; nothing else mattered.
Ma Lihua followed closely behind Xiuer, her heart filled with confusion.
She watched as Xiuer left the house, looking lost and dejected, and walked step by step toward the village entrance, like a soulless puppet.
Ma Lihua didn't know what was wrong with Xiu'er and felt something was strange.
Xiuer arrived at the village entrance, where the ancient locust tree stood quietly.
Ma Lihua glanced at it calmly, only to see Xiuer pull out a red string from somewhere.
The red rope looked particularly dazzling in the moonlight, as if it were telling the story of Xiuer's desires and pain.
Xiuer's eyes were empty and lifeless. She slowly hung the red rope on the locust tree, her movements mechanical and stiff.
Then, Xiuer brought over a stone.
As her feet slowly lifted off the ground, the moment she put her head into the red rope, a feeling of suffocation immediately overwhelmed her.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still.
Ma Lihua calmly watched this scene. No, the location was wrong, and there was this locust tree.
However, just as Xiuer was about to fall into the abyss of despair, she suddenly woke up.
"No, I don't want to die, why would I hang myself?" Xiu'er cried out in her heart.
She began to struggle, her will to survive burning fiercely within her. Her hands gripped the red rope tightly, trying to break free of her restraints.
Ma Lihua stepped forward, cut the rope with a knife, and Xiu fell directly to the ground.
Xiuer collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.
She looked at Ma Lihua, her eyes filled with fear and regret.
"Why would I hang myself?" Xiu'er muttered to herself.
Ma Lihua gripped Xiu'er's hand tightly, looked down, and sure enough, Xiu'er had a problem, and the old locust tree behind them had an even bigger problem.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
