I never imagined she would suddenly roll up her triangular, drooping eyes and spit out the toothpick in her mouth.
“Pah!
You think you’re something just because your mom’s deputy secretary for political and legal affairs?” That unreasonable madwoman suddenly went crazy, pulling at the curlers in her hair until they were a mess and plopping down on the ground, wailing at the top of her lungs, “Help!
Help!
No law left in this world!
The son of Handong’s deputy Party secretary for political and legal affairs, Lydia, is beating people…” Her voice, as shrill as a cracked gong and as domineering as a shrew screaming curses in the street, pierced the air.
In an instant, a crowd of busybodies had gathered at the entrance.
“Hilda, what are you raving about?
Which of your eyes saw me hit you?” Realizing that this shrew was trying to sling mud at me, I glared furiously, grinding my teeth in anger.
Diana also knew of Hilda’s foul reputation.
Afraid I would impulsively rush forward and fight with that shrew, she quietly stepped in front of me, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked down at Hilda, her cold face completely expressionless.
When the CEO of a group overseeing nearly a thousand employees became angry, her cold aura was fully unleashed, no less than that of any high‑ranking official.
Under this pressure, the shrew’s cracked‑gong voice suddenly stopped.
On Diana’s cold, pretty face, her voice was as icy as ten‑thousand‑year‑old glaciers.
“Hilda, do you really want to tear our faces apart over a dog?” “If you want to make a scene, we can accompany you.
But you definitely won’t get any good out of it.
Even if you’re just being used as someone’s gun, you should understand the value of that gun.” “Shut your mouth now and I’ll give you twenty thousand yuan.
How you choose is up to you.” Diana’s words expressed my exact thoughts.
At that moment, we truly were of one mind as husband and wife.
It wasn’t that we were afraid of trouble; we simply didn’t want to step in dog shit with good shoes and attract unnecessary complications and hidden schemes.
I patted Diana’s jade hand and gave her a reassuring smile, already thinking about how to haggle when that lioness opened her mouth for more.
Just then, Nick suddenly stepped out from behind me, holding a phone.
He had secretly recorded everything.
He strode over to Hilda and, without warning, raised his big hand as if to give her a heavy slap.
Feeling a dark shadow fall over her, Hilda instinctively shut up.
Seeing Nick’s raised hand, fear flooded her ugly face.
“What are you doing?” “Not screaming anymore?” “Take a look at this.” Nick replayed the recording he had just made.
Covering her reddened cheek, Hilda glanced at the crowd at the gate and cursed loudly, “Scram, scram…” Seeing there was no more drama to watch, the onlookers all gave her disdainful looks and slowly dispersed.
Once the crowd was gone, Hilda climbed up from the floor and pointed to a corner of the yard.
“You people are clearly in the wrong today.
Your damned mutt has ruined my baby.
This won’t be settled for less than two hundred thousand!” We followed her pointing finger and saw Harry, that horny mutt, lying on top of a pure‑white Samoyed, his tongue lolling in excitement as he frantically thrust his dog hips.
The Samoyed beneath him had its eyes rolled back, limbs limp as it lay on the ground, its tongue hanging weakly out of its mouth.
It looked like it was barely breathing, about to be screwed to death by Harry.
“…” At that moment, I felt black lines appear over my head.
I had no idea why Harry had become like this.
Diana’s delicate, cold, oval face flushed bright red.
She turned around and refused to look in that direction again.
My eyes were drawn to Harry, that horny mutt, and I did not notice the exchange of glances between Nick and Hilda.
It was not until later, when I saw Hilda at the Spade Club, that I learned this short, fat, dark, ugly woman was a trainer there.
The moment she first saw Nick, she recognized who he was.
After several simple eye exchanges between them, this damned shrew took the initiative to cooperate with Nick.
As for Harry’s strange behavior, it turned out that Hilda had been secretly feeding him small doses of a special aphrodisiac developed by the Spade Club, mixing it in with cooked beef and sneaking it to him whenever my mother wasn’t home.
Her original plan had been to use Harry to get back at my mother.
She never imagined her bold and perverted scheme would instead give Nick the chance to get close to my mother.
Suppressing the surging memories, I took a breath and returned my thoughts to that small courtyard that day.
“Two hundred thousand!” “Why don’t you go rob someone?
Even if your Samoyed is purebred, it’s not worth that much.” When I saw Hilda’s greedy face and her lion‑like demand, I wanted nothing more than to punch her, to wipe that arrogance away forever.
Standing beside me, Diana sensed my anger.
She gently took my hand, placed it in her soft palm, and patted it lightly.
Her warm, jade‑like fingers calmed me down.
She glared coldly at Hilda.
“Fifty thousand.
Not one fen more from me.” Whenever we faced outsiders together, Diana always gave me room to take the lead and protected my dignity.
Hilda let out a cold laugh and gave me a sideways look with her triangular eyes.
“Fine, if you won’t give me two hundred thousand, I’ll just beat your horny mutt to death.” Swaying her barrel‑wide waist, she walked over to the pile of junk in her yard and pulled out a spiked club embedded with iron nails.
She gave me a ferocious grin and headed toward Harry, who was still tirelessly pumping his dog hips.
“Hilda, I dare you!” Just as I moved forward to stop her, my mother appeared at the courtyard gate.