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Da Lang was currently protected behind Qin Yaru. Hearing Chen Wenyue's words, he was completely stunned, his eyes red, teeth clenched, tightly gripping his mother's clothing.
Qin Yaru comforted the child and looked up at Chen Wenyue. Such filthy words were enough to dirty anyone's ears, but at that moment, Qin Yaru did not feel anger; instead, she felt a strong sense of irony—this shameless person before her was the man she had once deeply loved!
Such a scumbag should have been discarded without a second thought. Was it that she had been blind back then, or was it the allure of power and wealth that could transform a normal person into someone unrecognizable even to their own parents?
As the panic in her expression gradually faded, she took a deep breath and looked compassionately at the extremely ugly Chen Wenyue, smiling gently.
Chen Wenyue clearly did not expect Qin Yaru to still be able to smile. He stepped forward, gritting his teeth as he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, sneering, "We've been married for so many years, and you've always acted high and mighty like a noble lady. But I’ve only been gone for a few years, and you've learned how to seduce the Marquis. How skilled you are at playing hard to get; this isn't your first time, is it? On that Marquis's bed, were you just lying there like a wooden doll? Let me help you practice a bit so that he doesn't spend a lot of money and end up dissatisfied!"
With that, he reached out as if to wrap his arms around Qin Yaru's waist.
Da Lang was startled and shouted, "What are you doing? Don't touch my mother!"
Chen Wenyue completely ignored his son, his eyes revealing lewd intentions.
Qin Yaru remained motionless. Just as his hand was about to touch her, she suddenly raised her hand and with all her strength slapped Chen Wenyue across the face.
Chen Wenyue probably never expected that the gentle and demure Qin Yaru, whom he valued more than his own life, would actually slap him. Given that he was already injured and exhausted, this blow caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
One of his front teeth rolled away!
Qin Yaru took a deep breath, raised her hand to lightly blow on it, and smiled, "I've wanted to hit you for ages—thought about it for two lifetimes. It feels great!"
But Chen Wenyue did not come alone; he had three attendants with him. The servants were perceptive enough to step back when he teased Beauty. Now they were all stunned to see the seemingly delicate beauty knock their master down in just two moves.
Chen Wenyue, however, was howling in pain. After struggling for a while, he managed to prop himself up half-sitting on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth. With his disheveled hair, there was no trace left of the refined scholar he once was.
"You all! Why aren't you making your move?"
Chen Wenyue groaned in pain for a while, and then angrily spoke up, but he was missing a front tooth, causing his words to come out unclear. The three servants were startled by this sudden change and momentarily did not know how to react.
Qin Yaru would not give them time to respond. She stepped forward, lifted her foot, and kicked Chen Wenyue again, sending him sprawling on the ground. Then she casually threw a shiny dagger that landed right between Chen Wenyue's legs, just a few millimeters away from his... vital area.
Chen Wenyue's body stiffened, his voice cut off. He dared not move an inch, his teeth chattering. His three servants were even more dumbfounded.
Qin Yaru smiled as she raised her delicate foot and lightly tapped the handle of the dagger, casually shaking it.
Chen Wenyue felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps rising all over him. Cold sweat poured down his forehead as he trembled and exclaimed, "What... what do you want to do?"
Qin Yaru sighed, "What can I do? I'm just a weak woman in this remote place. If someone were to bully me, I would probably have no choice but to take my own life out of shame and anger. What else could I do?"
Chen Wenyue shut his mouth, his gaze fixated on the dagger that was gently swaying. With just a little force, that delicate foot could send him into oblivion—what weak woman would dare act so recklessly?
Qin Yaru looked down at his twisted face. Consort Qin's eyes were bright and focused; when she looked at someone intently, it was easy to find her enchanting.
However, Chen Wenyue had no thoughts of appreciating beauty at this moment. He gritted his teeth and finally softened his stance, displaying a fawning expression on his face. "Wife, Qin Yaru, I was just blinded by anger and wanted to scare you. It's broad daylight; what could I possibly do? Please don't act recklessly; if you hurt me, you'll also be in trouble."
He lay on the ground in a disheveled state. Qin Yaru looked at him coldly and suddenly felt Da Lang trembling behind her. Her heart skipped a beat; after all, this man was Da Lang's father. She sighed and shook her head. "Forget it; even touching you makes me feel disgusted."
With that, Qin Yaru took a step forward and forcefully stepped on Chen Wenyue's face before picking up Da Lang and gracefully walking into the woods.
The three servants rushed over to check on their master’s condition; they had no mind to chase after anyone.
At that moment, not far away on a hillside, Pang Yuanying leisurely sipped tea, waiting for the right moment to step in and completely ruin Chen Wenyue for good measure.
However, he waited for quite some time without any sign of the subordinates he had sent out to monitor the situation returning. Just as this Marquis was growing impatient and unable to hold back his anger any longer, he shouted, "Have those fools died or something? Why haven't they come back yet?"
After waiting a bit longer, one of his subordinates finally returned with an odd expression on his face.
Pang Yuanying was suddenly filled with excitement, standing up, rubbing his fists together, and drawing out his sword to gently wipe it with a handkerchief. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is Chen Wenyue on stage?"
His subordinate coldly nodded.
Pang Yuanying was overjoyed: "Let's go, bring my Snow Treader here, I will ride it today."
Unexpectedly, his subordinate twitched the corner of his mouth and stopped his master, stammering, "Marquis, you don't need to go over. Consort Qin has already left."
Pang Yuanying was taken aback, not understanding. This performance was naturally designed by him; how could a dignified Marquis fail to keep an eye on someone? He knew that Qin Yaru had gone to Chen Family Village today, so he sent someone to teach Chen Wenyue a lesson near Chen Family Village. After Qin Yaru left, he not only had the coachman given a laxative but also instructed someone to tell the Chen family that the Marquis had not tasted the beauty's charm and was very angry, definitely not letting him off easily.
Chen Wenyue was injured and it was getting late; he certainly wouldn't want to embarrass himself in Wudang County and would return to Chen Family Village for the night, just in time to run into Qin Yaru.
What kind of person was Pang Yuanying? After all, he came from the Pang Family. Although he was somewhat arrogant and spoiled, he was definitely not unlearned; at least he had plenty of crafty ideas.
He calculated that with Chen Wenyue's temperament, having just suffered a setback, encountering Qin Yaru in a secluded place would surely lead him to vent his frustrations. At that time, Pang Yuanying could both teach Consort Qin a lesson for not giving him face and simultaneously play the hero saving the beauty, gaining her favor while having an excuse to deal with Chen Wenyue, who had embarrassed him.
Understanding what his subordinate meant, Pang Yuanying's expression turned cold. He took a deep breath and started to walk away, but all he could see was Chen Wenyue being supported by his subordinates as he left in embarrassment.
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