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1970s: On the Seventh Night After My Husband’s Death, I Dreamed of His Superior

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Chapter 19

1970s: On the Seventh Night After My Husband’s Death, I Dreamed of His Superior

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Liang Junjie tightly restrained the man, while Li Sanchuan stood nearby, still shaken from the ordeal.

“She’s asking you a question—answer, or I’ll break your arm!”

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“Ugh, aah… I’ll talk, I’ll talk! It was… it was her…” He slightly lifted his head and nodded toward Miao Miaomiao.

“Me?”

Miao Miaomiao pointed at herself. “No way!”

“It was… her sister… She saw I’d been single for so long and told me that her second sister was easy to deal with and liked the ‘playing hard to get’ approach. She told me to wait here this morning…”

It turned out this thug’s name was Huang Ergou, an outsider from Lushui Village. After his wife died three years ago, he had remained a single man. Being an idle thug with no job, he spent his days sneaking around and doing petty crimes, so no woman wanted to be with him.

“What???”

The first to shout was Li Sanchuan, his face full of disbelief as he furrowed his brows and asked repeatedly, “It can’t be Qingqing—don’t lie, you filthy bastard!”

“Big brother, I’m telling the truth!” Huang Ergou swallowed nervously. “She said I was a decent guy, and her sister was a widow, so she told me to… help set us up.”

“You…” Li Sanchuan pointed at him, trembling and speechless.

“I really didn’t expect this, comrade. Your sister actually did this to you?”

Liang Junjie blurted the truth, his eyes full of sympathy as he looked at Miao Miaomiao.

For a brief moment, Miao Miaomiao felt that marrying him might not be so bad.

But the feeling quickly vanished. She was at the peak of her career, and her focus had to remain on her ambitions.

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes burning with icy determination.

That Miao Qingqing—after repeatedly scheming against her—would finally pay her due.

…

Miao Qingqing sat at the vanity, smearing snow cream on her face while humming a tune at the pink plastic-framed mirror.

She smiled at her reflection, feeling extremely pleased.

She wondered what that wretched woman was doing right now.

The thought of her writhing and screaming beneath a man made her inexplicably happy.

She let out a quiet snicker at her reflection.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud thud.

The noise made Miao Qingqing’s eyes widen as she stared toward the doorway.

Seconds later, Miao Miaomiao appeared, filthy and tattered, grabbed her hair with one hand, and dragged her out without a word.

“Ah! You filthy woman, what are you doing… help, someone save me!”

Miao Qingqing’s long hair was yanked painfully, ripping at her scalp, and she screamed from the pain.

“What’s going on here?!”

Heads quickly popped out from other rooms, and seeing the chaos, everyone began shouting, “Oh my god! Somebody come quickly and see what’s happening!”

Under the eyes of her family, Miao Miaomiao openly dragged Miao Qingqing to the main hall and kicked her sharply behind the knees.

“Ah!”

Miao Qingqing collapsed in pain.

Miao Miaomiao then delivered two solid slaps across her face with precision.

At this moment, Miao Tianli and Zhang Cuiying hurried over, and Miao Wangwang and Miao Fengshou arrived soon after. Their expressions were full of shock at seeing their older sister beating the younger one.

“Daniu, what’s wrong with you? Why are you hitting Qingqing like this?”

Zhang Cuiying stepped forward, grabbing Miao Miaomiao’s wrist to stop her.

Only now did she get a good look at her daughter: her face and clothes were dirty, as if she had fallen into a mud pit, the shoulders of her clothes were torn, and her eyes and cheeks bore a few bruises.

Seeing Miao Miaomiao in this state, Miao Qingqing’s mouth curled into a sinister smile, though her head was lowered and no one noticed.

Heh, so it happened?

She was really humiliated—soon, she’d be forced to marry that rogue bachelor, wouldn’t she?

She was thrilled inside, though outwardly she wiped her tears and acted pitiful.

“Mom, don’t interfere. Today, I’m going to beat her to a pulp!”

Miao Miaomiao said this, raising her arm, ready to deliver two more slaps.

“No, Daniu, what on earth happened? Why are you hitting your sister like this?”

Miao Tianli stepped forward as well, and both parents held one of her arms each.

“Hey, let go of me!”

Miao Miaomiao shook them off, walked coldly to the side, and sat down, still keeping her gaze fixed on her sister.

“Miao Qingqing, you’re finished. This time, you’re really finished. Get ready to go to jail.”

What?

Miao Qingqing’s body shivered violently, but she quickly regained composure.

Ha, no witnesses, no evidence—how could they arrest her?

It wasn’t her who attacked anyone; if anyone were to be arrested, it would be Huang Ergou.

She sneered, dismissive.

“What on earth happened here?!”

Zhang Cuiying could no longer hold back and demanded loudly.

After repeated questioning, Miao Miaomiao finally explained everything.

“Mom, today I was going to take the bus, but halfway there, someone dragged me into the cornfield…”

As she spoke, tears fell uncontrollably.

Even the strongest person would be frightened in such a dangerous situation.

“It was that stinking thug Huang Ergou—he tried to assault me…”

Her face suddenly hardened, her tears vanished, replaced by anger and ruthlessness.

“But in the end, I escaped. Two passersby rescued me, and Huang Ergou is now in custody…”

“Ah?”

Miao Qingqing lifted her head, eyes wide in disbelief and fear.

Miao Miaomiao’s gaze was dark and piercing.

“Miao Qingqing, didn’t see that coming, did you?”

“How could it be…”

Miao Qingqing trembled, lips quivering, realizing something.

If passersby rescued her, that meant there were witnesses.

This wretched woman’s luck was always this good!

“Sis, guess who saved me?”

She leaned forward, her voice soft but tinged with darkness.

Miao Qingqing’s lips continued to tremble, tears welling up. “I-I-is it… just the passersby?”

“No, no, it’s not them.”

Miao Miaomiao slowly shook her head. “The person who saved me… was Li Sanchuan.”

“Ah…”

Upon hearing those three words, Zhang Cuiying nearly fainted.

Li Sanchuan!

He was her third daughter’s fiancé. Among the Miao family, Miao Qingqing’s engagement held the most prestige. If she successfully married, she would be the first daughter of the Miao family to marry into the city.

Now, her scandalous actions had been witnessed by Li Sanchuan. Would he still want her?

Zhang Cuiying was utterly stunned. Miao Tianli quickly helped her sit down, pressing her Dazhui acupoint to calm her. “Yingzi, Yingzi, don’t get so worked up… wake up…”

Meanwhile, Miao Qingqing slumped in panic, shaking her head back and forth, hands clutching her head like a spinning top.

“Impossible, impossible! He couldn’t have been there! You’re lying!”

Full novel: 1970s: On the Seventh Night After My Husband’s Death, I Dreamed of His Superior — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠
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