Xia Baozhu returned to the house, found the only sixteen yuan she had hidden in a corner, dressed herself warmly, and rode her bicycle out.
"Mingguang, call your brother right now and tell him to come back and divorce this bitch!" Wang Aixiang said through gritted teeth, rubbing her lower back.
"I'll go in a bit." Leng Mingguang sat up with a tense face and replied coldly.
He clenched his fist and punched the broom that had broken in two beside him.
He was determined to avenge the humiliation he suffered at the hands of Xia Zhaodi today.
He quickly thought of Brother Dao, whom he often encountered while dancing at the dance hall.
Brother Dao has several henchmen who make a living by collecting protection money from stalls, gathering information, and running errands. They are notorious in Wenchang District of Taicheng.
No matter how strong Xia Zhaodi was, she couldn't possibly handle four or five thugs who were always fighting.
They might call four or five, or even more; two thugs could beat her to a pulp.
Li Xiujuan's face was gloomy. She never expected that she would be beaten by Xia Zhaodi one day, and the place where she was beaten was still very painful.
How much strength did Xia Zhaodi use?
The sound of a child crying came from the bedroom in the east wing. Leng Mingguang glared at Li Xiujuan and roared, "Are you deaf? Can't you hear Xiaobao crying? Go check on him! Are you just lying there waiting to die?!"
Leng Mingguang's attitude towards Li Xiujuan wasn't usually this bad, but today he was beaten and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only take it out on his wife.
"All you ever do is take your anger out on me..."
Li Xiujuan also glared angrily at Leng Mingguang, but when she saw his ferocious and terrifying appearance, she swallowed back the curses that were about to come out of her mouth.
Leng Mingguang couldn't beat Xia Zhaodi, but if he really wanted to, he could easily beat her.
After Li Xiujuan left the kitchen, Wang Aixiang stood up with Leng Mingguang's help.
"Never mind me for now, go call him. No matter how busy your brother is, you have to call him back. This divorce is a must! I want that little bitch to die a horrible death!"
Wang Aixiang's slightly chubby round face was full of hatred, and her eyes were filled with a vicious light, as if she wanted to tear Xia Zhaodi to pieces right now.
Once weak people start to resist, they can't take it anymore.
An insect that escapes control will either die or suffer a fate worse than death.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll find a few people to deal with that bitch, but it'll cost a few hundred dollars."
"That's a good idea! Find someone to break her legs! Make her a beggar for life! Make sure she can never stand up again!"
The way she said that makes it seem like Xia Zhaodi and his family had a blood feud, like the murder of his father and the extinction of his lineage.
Wang Aixiang went inside to get the money, but she stopped shortly afterward.
"No, don't look for anyone yet."
Leng Mingguang watched as his mother went into the inner room to get the money, calculating in his mind how much of it would end up in his own hands.
When he heard his mother say no, his already long face looked even uglier.
As the protagonist's younger brother, Leng Mingguang is also quite good-looking.
He had a square face like his father, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, full lips, and was of medium height. He was strong and healthy and was very popular with some young women in the dance hall.
But now, his face is contorted with rage, making him look sinister and ugly. If he appeared on television, he would be a perfect villain without any acting.
"Why not? Mom, are you just unwilling to spend money to hire someone? Do you want to see Xia Zhaodi swaggering around in our house?"
Leng Mingguang knew his mother's stingy nature. His brother gave the family a lot of money, but his mother saved it all. He had to find all sorts of excuses to get money from her.
"It's not that I'm unwilling to spend the money, but considering how that bitch Xia Zhaodi treated me today, I'd be willing to pay ten thousand yuan to find someone to help me."
Wang Aixiang's tone made Leng Mingguang's eyes light up. His mother had actually saved at least 10,000 yuan. How much money did his brother give her? It must be at least tens of thousands of yuan.
Leng Mingguang was plotting in his mind how to ask his mother for money to buy the motorcycle and video camera he had been longing for.
"This is what Mom thinks: if we break that bitch's legs now, your brother won't be able to divorce her. What will people around us think of our family? They'll think we abandoned her because of her broken leg, and that won't sound good."
"Mom, do you mean we should wait until my brother and she divorce before we start looking for someone else?"
A sinister glint flashed in Leng Mingguang's eyes. His mother had thought things through thoroughly.
"Yes, yes, if she breaks her leg now, our family will have to pay for her treatment. Let her be smug for a few days, and then we'll find someone to deal with her after your brother divorces her."
"Mom, you're so thoughtful. I'll go out and call my brother first."
When Leng Mingguang thought of Xia Zhaodi's suffering after her divorce and subsequent broken leg, with no one to turn to for help, he felt a sense of relief, and his steps became lighter.
He took a couple of steps, turned around, and held out his hand: "Mom, give me some money for breakfast. I'll buy some rice on the way back, so don't cook today."
Wang Aixiang originally wanted to say she would cook, but then she felt that her tailbone and lower back were still hurting.
"Fine, I'll just buy some to eat today," he said, taking two yuan out of his pocket and handing it to Leng Mingguang.
It's all Xia Zhaodi's fault, but it would be best to take this opportunity to get Minghui to divorce her.
Now that the family is wealthy, Minghui can marry someone even better.
Today she's going outside to have a good talk with the people in the alley about being beaten, so that Xia Zhaodi will be cursed wherever she goes.
Unaware of the Leng family's thoughts, Xia Baozhu rode her old bicycle aimlessly through the streets, wanting to see if the environment of this era was like that in old movies.
After turning a few corners in the alley and arriving on the main street, you'll see buildings with a distinctly vintage feel.
Most of the buildings were not as imposing as the later high-rise buildings; they were mostly five or six-story brick-concrete structures, interspersed with numerous tiled-roof houses.
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