Chapter 39 The Evil of Human Nature
The surrounding classmates were stunned by the scene, and a few of the bolder ones tried to step in and stop them.
But Lin Yaozu glared at him fiercely and said, "Anyone who dares to meddle will regret it!"
Lin Mianmian's wrist was gripped so tightly it hurt. She looked at Wang Shumei's ferocious face and at the greed in Lin Yaozu's eyes.
I felt a deep, bone-chilling hatred spreading from the bottom of my heart.
She struggled desperately, shouting, "Let me go!"
She raised her foot to kick Lin Yaozu, but he pushed her away instead, causing her to stumble and crash into the car door.
"Drag him in!" Wang Shumei shouted sternly.
"Lin Mianmian, just accept your fate! Uncle Zhang said that as long as you marry him, he will give me 100,000 yuan!" Lin Yaozu's grip was extremely strong, pinching Lin Mianmian's arm until it hurt.
"Uncle Zhang is rich, you won't lose out if you follow him!"
Lin Mianmian struggled violently, her voice filled with suppressed anger: "Wang Shumei! Are you all crazy? That Zhang guy is almost sixty and still a bachelor! You actually want to sell me to him?"
"What do you mean by 'selling'?" Wang Shumei spat and dragged her towards the car.
"This is to find you a good home! You're just a girl, you should be paving the way for your brother! You have to go today, whether you like it or not!"
The two of them, along with a burly, dark-skinned man who jumped out of the van, grabbed Lin Mianmian's arms and shoved her into the van.
"Let me go! This is illegal!" Lin Mianmian screamed with all her might, but her voice was drowned out by Wang Shumei's curses.
“Breaking the law? I’m your mother! What could I have done wrong?” Wang Shumei covered her mouth and shoved her into the car.
"Once you give Old Zhang a big, healthy son, you'll know that Mom is doing this for your own good!"
The car door slammed shut, cutting off all outside noise.
Lin Mianmian was thrown onto the cold car seat. She struggled to knock on the car door, but the burly man held her down firmly.
The van sputtered to life, and the shadows of the trees outside the window rushed past.
Lin Mianmian looked at Wang Shumei and Lin Yaozu standing by the roadside, their faces beaming with smug smiles.
She finally couldn't hold back her tears and they fell.
She quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket, wanting to dial the number she knew by heart.
But then I discovered my phone was out of battery.
The van bumped along the potholed dirt road for more than half an hour before finally stopping in front of a dilapidated brick house.
The door creaked open, and a stench of musty, smoke, and sweat hit the door.
The old bachelor surnamed Zhang was already waiting in the courtyard. He was about sixty years old, hunched over, with deep wrinkles on his face, and yellow teeth stained with tobacco.
Upon seeing the fair-skinned and beautiful Lin Mianmian being carried off the stage, a greedy glint immediately flashed in his murky eyes.
He rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "Here she comes! This girl is so beautiful, she's worth a hundred thousand!"
Lin Mianmian was pushed into the house by the burly man. The house was dark and cramped, with messy clutter piled up in the corner.
A greasy wooden bed took up most of the space, the blankets were dark and smelled nauseating.
Her stomach churned, and she tried to back away while suppressing her nausea, but the man grabbed her arm and slammed her onto the bed.
"Little wench, you think you can run away?" Old Zhang leaned closer, his strong smell of alcohol making Lin Mianmian dizzy.
His rough hand reached out to touch Lin Mianmian's face. "Why are you running away? From now on, you're my wife. Be a good girl and you'll have a good life!"
Lin Mianmian's hair stood on end. She jerked her head away and kicked the old man, yelling, "Get away! Don't touch me!"
"Hey, that's pretty tough!" Old Zhang was kicked, but instead of getting angry, he smiled even more lewdly.
He reached out to tear Lin Mianmian's clothes, "A little fierce is good, it smells good! After I've had my way with you, let's see if you still dare to talk back!"
Lin Mianmian's heart sank to the bottom. She struggled desperately, grabbing at things haphazardly with her hands.
The fingernails scratched the old man's arm, leaving several bloody marks.
The old man winced in pain, cursed, and raised his hand to slap her: "You little brat, you dare to fight back! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"
The slap landed with a gust of wind, but Lin Mianmian didn't close her eyes. She stared intently at the disgusting man in front of her, her eyes filled with icy hatred.
Her phone was dead, and it had been taken from her in the car by the burly man, so she couldn't contact anyone.
She didn't know how much longer she could hold on, but she knew that even if she died, she would never let this man touch her.
The old man's hand drew closer and closer, and Lin Mianmian could clearly smell the nauseating stench emanating from him.
She gritted her teeth and, with all her might, bit down hard on the old man's wrist.
Old Zhang cried out in pain as blood instantly seeped from his wrist. Enraged, he raised his hand to strike, when suddenly a series of light footsteps came from the inner room.
A short, thin figure emerged from behind the door, barely reaching Lin Mianmian's waist, but with a disproportionately large head and limbs as thin as reeds.
It was Zhang the Cripple, the son of Old Zhang who suffered from dwarfism.
He had never left the village since birth. People from all around disliked him because of his deformity. Even children would throw stones at him, let alone any girls who wanted to get close to him.
At that moment, he saw Lin Mianmian, and a wolf-like light flashed in his pair of cloudy little eyes.
His chapped lips trembled as he shuffled closer, staring intently at Lin Mianmian's face, making strange hoarse noises in his throat.
"Father...Father..." Zhang the Cripple tugged at Zhang the Old Man's clothes, his voice shrill and thin, like a rooster being strangled, "This...this is for me...I want her..."
Old Zhang was wincing in pain when he heard this and waved his hand impatiently: "Get out of the way! This is the woman I bought with my own money, the one who will give you a little brother!"
"I don't care!" Zhang the Cripple suddenly became fierce and lunged forward to hug Zhang the Old Man's leg.
Her fingernails dug into his trouser leg. "I want her! I've lived for thirty years and never even touched a woman's hand! If you don't give it to me, I'll smash my head against the wall and die!"
As he spoke, he rammed his head against the earthen wall beside him. Old Zhang hurriedly grabbed him, his face turning ashen with anger.
But they didn't dare to really do anything to him. He was the only son of the Zhang family, and even if he was deformed, they had to treat him well.
Old Zhang thought to himself that he had bought this little slut at a high price, and she was both his wife and daughter-in-law, doing the work of two people. He wasn't losing out; in fact, he was making a profit!
He looked down at Zhang the Cripple's distorted face, full of anticipation, then turned to look at Lin Mianmian on the bed, her eyes filled with hatred. The evil fire in his heart burned brighter and brighter.
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Fine! I'll be generous this once! I'll let you have your fill today!"
Zhang the Cripple clapped his hands excitedly, his small eyes glued to Lin Mianmian like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
He shuffled closer to the bedside, reaching out his claw-like hand to touch Lin Mianmian's collar.
Lin Mianmian felt her blood run cold and her stomach churn. She bit her lip hard and touched the half-scissor tip sticking out from under her pillow.
Zhang the Cripple's hand reeked of sourness as it drew closer and closer to Lin Mianmian's collar. The black grime under his fingernails made her stomach churn.
She gripped the tip of the scissors under her pillow tightly; the cold metal hurt her palm, but it cleared her muddled mind a little.
"Get out of my way!" Lin Mianmian roared, suddenly raising her hand. The tip of the scissors grazed Zhang the Cripple's arm, leaving a bloody mark.
Zhang the Cripple screamed in pain, collapsed to the ground, clutched his arm, and wailed, mumbling incoherently, "Father! She hit me! I want her! I must have her!"
Old Zhang was already furious with Lin Mianmian, and now seeing his son suffer a loss, his eyes turned red.
He lunged at her, cursing, "You bitch, you dare fight back! I'll cripple you today!"
His rough, large hand reached for Lin Mianmian's wrist, but Lin Mianmian dodged to the side, rolled off the bed, and held the scissors tightly to him.
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