"Fu Jun, you Chen Shimei, you ungrateful man, don't you just want me to die so that you and the vixen can be together? Fine, I'll do it. Even if I die, I'll turn into a fierce ghost and watch with my eyes wide open what happens to you two, this pair of dogs and bitches. You'll definitely get retribution for treating me like this."
Xiaomei was already in tears, and her tone was full of hatred.
Everyone present, except Fu Jun, was trembling with fear.
Fu's mother and Shumei tried to persuade Xiaomei again and again, but it seemed that Xiaomei didn't hear a word they said. She was only concerned with her own things and didn't move the knife away.
The sharp blade was pressed tightly against her slender neck, leaving traces of blood on her neck.
"Xiaomei, put the knife down quickly. Let's talk it out. I promise you that I will never let Fu Jun divorce you. If he dares to mention it, I will pretend that I never gave birth to him and kick him out of the house."
Mother Fu was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. In the dim light, she could see the bloodstains on Xiaomei's neck. She was really worried that Xiaomei would lose control of herself or her hand would shake and she would cut her neck with the knife.
She couldn't care less about all that and tried to say something nice, hoping to calm Xiaomei down first.
"Mom, she is just a chicken that doesn't lay eggs. Why are you so nice to her?" Fu Jun was unhappy when he heard his mother say that.
"You - you -" Fu Jun's words made Xiaomei, who was already overwhelmed by anger and resentment, even more furious.
"You want to die, right? Then go ahead and die! I don't believe you have the guts to do that. You cry, you make a scene, and you even want to hang yourself. Do you think only women can do that? You want to die? Fine, come on! Let's see who'll make the first move."
As Fu Jun spoke, he searched around the yard, found a sickle, and put it to his neck.
The two men each held a knife in their hands and looked at each other.
There was disapproval in Fu Jun's eyes, while there was anger and despair in Xiaomei's eyes.
Everyone in the yard stood far away, and no one dared to come forward.
There is a knife on the neck, no one dares to take the risk to grab it.
Li Yushu was stunned. It was the first time he had seen such a scene. In his heart, he was really impressed by the behavior of Fu Jun and Xiao Mei.
Xiaomei was a little panicked. Even though she threatened Fu Jun with her life, he still refused to turn back. She completely lost confidence in her life.
She slowly raised her feet, wanting to make a final break with Fu Jun, leaving herself with the last bit of dignity, and left with a smile.
"Ha ha……"
She burst into laughter, but that laughter did not make people feel happy at all, but rather endless sadness.
It was so touching that people couldn't help crying. Mother Fu's eyes were wet and she was wiping away her tears quietly.
When Fu Jun saw Xiaomei smile, he felt a little inexplicably nervous. As he watched Xiaomei approaching him step by step, his feet retreated involuntarily.
Wu Ju, who had been eavesdropping quietly next door, heard the knife being used and quickly ran back to the house to tell Zhang Xiaoqin.
After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqin rolled her eyes at Wu Ju.
"Just move! Even if it's a fight, it has nothing to do with me! If he can't even handle this, what do I need him for?"
"This-this-this won't really cause a death, right?"
"Mother, stop worrying about trivial matters. It doesn't matter whether it's a life or death. It's the middle of the night, just go to sleep! Don't mind your own business."
Zhang Xiaoqin looked impatient. After she finished speaking, she turned over, pulled the quilt around her, and continued to sleep.
Wu Ju didn't listen to her. She ran to the wall and continued to eavesdrop.
As Xiaomei walked, her attention was all on Fu Jun, and she didn't pay attention to her feet. She slipped and stepped on a wooden stick.
She fell forward with a thud, and lay on the ground motionless.
Everyone was stunned by her fright, their mouths opened like fish mouths, their eyes fell on Xiaomei who was crawling there, and no one reacted and went forward to help Xiaomei.
Fu Jun took the sickle off his neck, pointed at Xiaomei who was crawling there, and laughed so hard that he fell backwards.
But soon his smile came to an abrupt end.
The kitchen knife cut into her neck and blood quickly flowed out from under her head.
Fu Jun was closest to Xiaomei, and he was the first to notice the bright red blood.
He stood there in a daze, his legs trembling. He was finally afraid, his lips trembling as he managed to squeeze out a few words, "Mother, Father, blood, blood..."
He didn't dare to move forward, the sickle in his hand fell to the ground, and his other hand pointed at the blood on the ground.
He was so arrogant and nonchalant just now, but now he has become timid, so timid that he doesn't even have the courage to go forward and check.
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