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Yu Suihuan could no longer tolerate the situation. He thought to himself that Hei Dou Niang was merely causing a scene to seek an explanation.
“Hei Dou Niang, there’s no need for all this fuss. Just tell me directly what you want!”
“What do I want? I want him to pay for my son’s life!” Hei Dou Niang's eyes glinted with fury as she raised her hand, pointing directly at Wang Jianjun.
“Don’t go too far! Your son wasn’t killed by Jian Jun. You’re repaying kindness with malice! Aren’t you afraid of what everyone will say about you?” Wang Zhaoran couldn’t hold back any longer; this woman was simply unreasonable.
“I say, Wang Zhiqing, just give her some money to settle this.” The villagers agreed; sometimes it was worth it to spend a little money to resolve a troublesome situation.
“Bah! Who needs your filthy money? What’s a few coins compared to my son’s life? I want him to pay with his life!” Hei Dou Niang was about to launch another round of attacks when suddenly someone grabbed her arm.
The person who seized her was none other than Yu Suihuan. With surprising strength, he restrained Hei Dou Niang, rendering her immobile.
“I see you just lost your son, and I won’t stoop to your level. But this is my home; who told you that you could cause a scene here? Since you’re being unreasonable, don’t blame me for being rude. Get out!”
With a slight exertion of force, Yu Suihuan pushed Hei Dou Niang from the center of the yard to the door, her legs refusing to cooperate as if they were no longer her own.
Seeing Hei Dou Niang at a disadvantage, Hei Dou Die attempted to step forward and pull Yu Suihuan back. But as soon as she got close, Yu Suihuan grabbed her clothes and forcefully pushed her out the door.
The onlookers were stunned by Yu Suihuan's strength, some even rubbing their eyes in disbelief. In the next moment, both Hei Dou Niang and Hei Dou Die were thrown out together.
As the crowd marveled at the spectacle, they began to clap and cheer. Sometimes mere reasoning wasn’t enough; dealing with such ruffians required brute force to be effective.
That evening, Wang Zhaoran returned to his small courtyard. Although the place was dilapidated, it was still something left behind by his ancestors. After earning some money, he began repairing the old house.
Now, this house was not as run-down as it once was. While it couldn’t compare to Yu Suihuan’s home, it was considered quite decent in the village.
Yu Suihuan presented him with a gift wrapped in a piece of deep blue coarse cloth. As the bundle was opened, a box was revealed inside.
Upon opening the box, a thick brown leather-bound notebook lay within. Alongside it was a uniquely designed fountain pen and a bottle of ink.
Flipping open the cover of the notebook, there was an inscription penned by Yu Suihuan herself: "Atop the High Mountain, one can see the Dahe River rushing forth. Above Qun Feng, the long wind sweeps mightily. Wishing you a future as splendid as brocade! Yu Suihuan, on this date."
Wang Zhaoran's hand trembled slightly as he traced over the elegant yet robust characters inscribed on the notebook. The handwriting was not like that of an ordinary girl; it bore a hint of masculinity, reflecting her free-spirited nature.
Wang Zhaoran carefully closed the notebook and gently placed it under his pillow. He removed the button from around his neck and clutched it tightly in his hand. That night, he slept soundly and sweetly.
The next morning, Wang Zhaoran greeted Yu Suihuan and the two Old Ladies before heading into town. Due to Wang Jianjun's limited mobility, the burden of carrying goods fell onto Xu Zhuzhen's shoulders.
Wang Jianjun was not idle either; besides taking care of the children, he also prepared breakfast and dinner for Xu Zhuzhen, transforming from the pillar of the family into a supportive partner.
That day, just as Xu Zhuzhen was finishing her chores, Hei Dou Niang suddenly appeared out of nowhere and clung to her leg, demanding an explanation.
Hei Dou Niang must have summoned all her strength; despite Xu Zhuzhen's attempts to shake her off, she couldn't manage to do so. The Zhiqing gathered around them, including the former Production Leader, Huo Yaojun.
"What should I say?" Xu Zhuzhen wondered as she noticed Huo Yaojun approaching, exuding an air of authority befitting a leader.
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