Xi Zhantao, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly looked up: "Miss Rui, I really didn't lie. My family of three all saw it. It was the fourth floor!" After saying that, he looked at Luo Ma, who was standing next to him, as if pleading for help.
Holding the iron stove, Luo Qian turned around and glared at her husband, then said with a forced smile, "Madam, you don't know, our niece has always been cunning. I think she's probably just putting on a brave face and playing some trick to show off in front of us ignorant relatives!"
The blizzard howled, the warmth inside the drafty RV vanished, and a sudden, deathly silence descended.
The ash from the woman's cigarette fell to the ground. Suddenly, she pressed the cigarette butt against Xi Zhantao's hand. The smell of burning flesh mixed with screams echoed in the RV: "Tell your son to keep a close eye on these three vehicles. If the intelligence is wrong again, build him up in an ice wall as a road sign!"
Xi Zhantao, kneeling on the ground, repeatedly agreed. Luo Qian, suppressing her resentment, bowed to the woman and then, under the pretext of finding someone to repair the car window, pulled Xi Zhantao out of the car.
"You bitch!" Xi Zhantao couldn't help but curse as soon as he walked away. He endured the pain and put his scalded hand into the snow. The pain hadn't subsided before he was frozen numb.
Luo Qian, standing to the side, slapped her husband on the head and said with exasperation, "I told you to be quick-witted, and you messed up again! Who is she? She's the boss's woman, why are you yelling at her?"
"Pah! She's just a traitor who sold her body to the Japanese! She really thinks she's something special!" Xi Zhantao spat with disdain. "If my car hadn't been gone, who would be bowing and scraping to her?"
"Keep your voice down, our son is still being used as a laborer by them..." Luo Qian frowned, looking around fearfully. "Also, stop calling her Miss Rui. What mistress likes being called that! From now on, call her Madam."
Luo Qian muttered a few more words until several Japanese people carrying burlap sacks walked away from behind her. Only then did she awkwardly shut down her microphone, picked up her copper kettle, and walk away.
The blizzard intensified, and even the white mist exhaled was torn apart by the invisible cold wind. Fewer and fewer people were exposed to the wind. After lunch, they packed up their winter tents and got into their cars one by one.
The vibrations from the roof of the car caused the snow to fall in a flurry, and the old man's fingers, covered in frostbite, were threading a thin rope made from the edge of a piece of winter cloth through a steel needle.
With no spare replacement window glass available, the broken windows of the Second Madam's RV could only be temporarily replaced with insulation cloth.
Rui Xiaomin pulled up her mink coat collar, leaned against the heater, and glared resentfully at the old man who had helped her repair the car window.
"Why did you hire an old geezer to fix the window? Where are the others?" she roared, her voice sharp and piercing.
However, no one around her responded.
Because of the language barrier, everyone pretends to be deaf and dumb in her presence, even though she has climbed to her current position.
The tortoiseshell comb in her palm snapped in two; it was a Victorian antique she had salvaged from the old woman's corpse last month, and now the broken teeth were deeply embedded in her flesh.
Rui Xiaomin's temples throbbed.
After making a fool of herself at the food competition, she couldn't stand the ridicule from Wang Chenzhong and others, and they soon broke up and went their separate ways. So much so that when they were at a transit station in the desert, she resolutely went to the service area where her cousin was.
However, unexpectedly, just one month later, her aunt was killed by the Japanese while searching for supplies, and she herself became a plaything of the organization.
She suffered humiliation and abuse, and repeatedly sent private messages to Wang Chenzhong for help, but she did not receive any redemption. She also unexpectedly learned of Wei Chenghao's death.
But she was not discouraged and climbed to the position of second wife through her own abilities.
Rui Xiaomin knew she had some looks. Although she wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, in a game world where communication networks weren't available, she was considered quite attractive. Moreover, she had a knack for manipulating men.
When she encountered Xi Zhantao's family at the island's supply station, she used her status as the second wife to save the three impoverished people for the first time. It wasn't because they actually needed several servants who could communicate with them, as she claimed, but because she heard the name Xi Xi from Xi Yunchen.
Xi Xi, a name closely linked to the beginning of Rui Xiaomin's tragedy, how could she sit idly by and wait for her fate!
She was already furious when she learned from Xi Zhantao that Xi Xi was driving a four-story RV, but now that she knew Xi Xi was actually driving a two-story RV just to save face, her anger subsided a little.
Nevertheless, it was still a two-story motorhome! Much more comfortable than the small motorhome that Rui Xiaomin lived in!
This intensified her discontent, as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
On what grounds?
The wind and snow drifting in through the window were like a dull knife, slowly cutting away at Rui Xiaomin's proud rationality. Her emotions grew increasingly agitated, and finally, driven by anger, she violently overturned the cast iron furnace.
Instantly, the burning birch bark, like a startled fire dragon, shot into the air, sparks flying, and hurtled straight towards the cold car wall. Rui Xiaomin watched all this indifferently, a slight, contemptuous smile even playing on her lips.
Luo Qian, standing to the side, cried out in alarm at the sudden turn of events. She hurriedly knelt down and frantically began to gather up the now-broken iron stove, fearing that a spark might cause an even greater disaster.
Only at this moment did Rui Xiaomin feel as if she were standing on a high place, looking down at Luo Qian's panicked appearance, and a sense of superiority welled up in her heart.
...
"The snow on the roof is so thick that it completely covers the terrace, and I can't even open the sunroof," Chu Zhiqin complained as she walked down the stairs.
Meanwhile, Xi Xi's family, completely unaware of the trivial matters within the Yamato Guard, were pondering how to collect the treasure chests attracted by the .
Xi Xi never expected that in this icy and snowy environment, the treasure chest could actually break through the ice and automatically attract the hook.
At this moment, all the treasure chests hanging on the terrace railing looked like giant icicles, swaying precariously as the vehicle moved, occasionally delivering a powerful blow to the RV.
I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore...
Chu Zhiqin rubbed her forehead and activated the car window defogging function. Looking at the constantly swaying frozen treasure chests outside the window, she felt somewhat helpless.
"Isn't our terrace adjustable? Why don't we raise it up and then use some effort to pull the treasure chest up from the third-floor terrace?"
Xi Xi opened the All-Seeing Guardian app and carefully observed the movements on the monitor. Only after making sure that no other vehicles were approaching did she make her suggestion to her family.
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