HPDBC Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Chapter 36
When Sister Fang upstairs heard this, she hurriedly covered her mouth. Although it felt good to say it, talking like that was likely to get Wen Qian hit, right?
Wen Qian of course knew that speaking like this would anger others, but she didn't care with certain people whether they got angry or not.
Sure enough, the man walked forward two steps aggressively: "How can you talk like that!" He seemed to want to teach her a lesson.
The woman hugged the man, looking aggrieved but magnanimously tolerant, reminding Wen Qian of the white lotuses in novels, though this was an old white lotus.
"She talks to you like that and you still defend her," the man said angrily, even pointing at Wen Qian, "I'm telling you, don't always be like a mad dog, biting whoever you see. We didn't mean any harm!"
"And who are you? What business is it of yours to speak?" Wen Qian looked at him as if only now noticing his presence.
"How is it none of my business? Do you know who I am?"
"I don't care who you are. I don't know you, but if you're looking to be unlucky, I don't recommend making an enemy of me."
The young man didn't care about ridges and ditches. He just felt this woman needed to be taught a lesson. That mouth of hers begged for it; she must have made enemies with quite a few people.
If not for his good upbringing, he would have gone over earlier to teach her manners.
In the past, Wen Qian certainly wouldn't have spoken like this or deliberately provoked others.
But now she had her space, and she had learned to use it as a weapon.
Some time ago when she went to collect grain, she picked up a few cement boards by the roadside.
The cement blocks were from an old road that had been pried up when a new road was built.
When Wen Qian saw these things, her first reaction was to smash heads with them. Such a big cement slab could crush someone into meat paste.
If her life was truly threatened, she wouldn't mind using her "stockpiled goods" to drop a Mount Tai on her opponent.
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Wen Qian had secretly tested in the mountains the angles and ways to turn her space into a weapon.
If they didn't come looking for her, she would just think about it. But since they insisted on harassing her, they couldn't blame her for being ready to kill and wanting to test it out.
Now he was looking for a second wife. Zhang Jiale didn't know what madness had seized his mother to suddenly want to look for her daughter.
There were still his two sisters and father at home. His father wouldn't stoop to this, but his mother insisted on coming. He was the only one in the family who could drive, so he had no choice but to come along as driver.
After the car drove away, Aunt Chen's first words were, "So this is your...." She didn't finish the sentence.
Wen Qian nodded. She had known since high school.
Wen Qian's grandparents didn't hide anything from her. When Wen Qian asked, they directly explained everything clearly.
Likewise, they also understood that other family's circumstances very clearly, including that they had given away another child after abandoning Wen Qian, before finally having a son.
That must be this young man now.
Wen Qian had heard from others while collecting grain that he was divorced and looking to remarry again.
Wen Qian had been to their village before and found out everything just chatting.
"What? What madness is this that they suddenly come looking for you now? You're already twenty-six, seven years old. Why look for you suddenly now?"
Actually, when chatting with Wen Qian's grandparents in the past, Aunt Chen and the others had talked about this possibility—what if the child's family came looking when she was grown up. The old lady said the child wouldn't go with others. If she left, she would at least flay them first before going. Her child had a temper that wouldn't stand being taken advantage of.
Now it seemed the old lady was quite right.
So Aunt Chen couldn't help repeating what she had said. Hearing this, Wen Qian laughed. That was indeed the case.
"I'm not concerned with their reasons for looking for me, and I don't plan on having anything to do with them."
"Don't you want someone living who can walk around?" Aunt Chen looked at her, thinking that she was alone on festivals and holidays. When she had lived in the city, there were many people. Now living in the mountains, it seemed lonely.
"Whether or not I walk around with someone, there's no need for it to be with their family. You agree, right?"
Aunt Chen was somewhat worried: "That's true. I just don't know if they'll come again."
Fang Ya had come downstairs long ago and had been standing by without speaking. Hearing Wen Qian give a mocking laugh, her tone icy,
"If they dare come, I dare bury them."