The madman clutching Liu Meili ignored her desperate struggles. His strong arms clamped around her like iron pincers, drool dripping from his mouth as he babbled foolishly, “Want wife, hug hug!”
“Second Fool! Look who I am! You grabbed the wrong person!” Liu Meili shrieked, pounding at him in fury.
Hearing the commotion, a crowd quickly gathered.
“Oh ho ho! Cousin and cousin—what a perfect match!”
“Big Meili, your taste is awful. Brother here’s way better than Second Fool!”
“Oh, come on. Look at Second Fool’s muscles, all bulging! Big Meili, I support you!”
Liu Xiangyang was a notorious hoodlum in the village; his friends were no better.
A bunch of hot-blooded young men who couldn’t find wives saw this scene like they’d been injected with chicken blood. Each one looked ready to drag Second Fool off and take his place.
A nearby auntie spat on the ground and said sarcastically, “So Meili likes this type? No wonder she looked down on my Shitou.”
Liu Meili had no time to snap back. As she struggled and twisted, the crowd finally noticed her backside.
Her gray pants were soaked, a large dark patch obvious to all, with droplets dripping from the cuffs onto the ground.
The onlookers exchanged glances.
Had Liu Meili… wet herself?
“Ah!” Lin Qiao covered her mouth, eyes wide in disbelief, pointing at Liu Meili. “Sister-in-law, why are your pants wet?”
The courtyard, which had briefly quieted, exploded into chaos again.
The already overexcited young men’s eyes gleamed green, staring at her pants as if they could burn holes through them—just like Lin Qiao staring at those hens earlier.
“Big Meili! If you want a man, come find me! Second Fool can’t compare to my stamina!”
“Meili, leave the door open tonight! Brother Tiezhu can satisfy you!”
Liu Meili struggled frantically, not even understanding what had happened. The filthy words pierced her ears, and tears streamed down her face.
“I didn’t… I’m not!”
Not far away, Wang Shufeng finally noticed her daughter’s humiliating state.
She rushed over like a madwoman, just in time to hear Zhang Dafu leering at her daughter’s backside.
“Big Meili, look how wet you are. Brother will help you wipe it.” He grinned wickedly, stretching out a grimy hand.
Wang Shufeng let out a howl, lunged forward, and slapped his hand away.
Then—smack!—she slapped Second Fool across the face.
Second Fool was stunned. Seeing it was his aunt, fear flickered across his face. In that instant of loosened grip, Liu Meili wrenched herself free.
She turned to look at her backside.
How were her pants wet?
That wasn’t right!
Wasn’t Lin Qiao supposed to be the one who wet herself?
Wasn’t that shameless woman supposed to be the one hugging Second Fool?
She shot a venomous glare at Lin Qiao, who stood there watching like it was the best gossip show ever.
“It was you, wasn’t it! You shameless bitch! You pushed me! You must’ve secretly splashed water on my pants! This was all your doing!”
She lunged forward to scratch Lin Qiao.
Lin Qiao quickly ducked behind Wang Shufeng, grabbing her mother-in-law’s arm and shaking it while blocking Liu Meili’s attack. “Sister-in-law, don’t wrong me. Everyone saw what happened!”
The bridal room door stood wide open, its interior clearly visible—bare and empty, without even a cup of water.
Wang Shufeng, being slapped and shoved by her daughter in her frenzy, finally exploded. She pushed Liu Meili hard and roared, “You dead girl! Get back inside! Stop embarrassing yourself!”
Liu Meili stumbled and fell, bursting into tears. She scrambled up and ran back to her room, covering her face.
Her reputation was ruined beyond repair.
Wang Shufeng turned and shot Lin Qiao a vicious glare. “You little slut! She’s your sister-in-law—why didn’t you help her?”
Lin Qiao plopped onto the ground and began wailing loudly, slapping the earth. “Mother-in-law, I’m terribly wronged! I was just walking properly when sister-in-law suddenly threw herself at Second Fool! I just married into this family—how would I know what was going on? I thought that was her sweetheart!
“And her pants really were wet by herself. If I admit to such a thing, how would everyone look at me?”
Wang Shufeng choked on her words, fury boiling inside. Wasn’t this girl supposed to be timid and weak? How was she better at throwing tantrums than herself? Her son must’ve been tricked by those scoundrels from the Yuan family!
This couldn’t continue.
“Shut your mouth! What are you crying for? I’m not dead yet! If you want to cry, go cry to your own mother!”
Seeing Lin Qiao obediently stop and blink at her, Wang Shufeng felt slightly appeased. Fine. It was a wedding day—she’d spare her for now. Later, she’d teach this little slut a lesson.
With nowhere to vent her anger, she turned on Zhang Dafu, pointing at his nose and cursing. “You shameless bastard! Go piss and look at yourself in a mirror! My daughter’s not someone a pauper like you can even dream about!”
Zhang Dafu had felt a bit guilty earlier but now flared up in anger. “I’m a pauper? And what are you? Your daughter takes after you! Both of you are shameless! Can’t walk straight when you see a man! Don’t think I don’t know about your dirty deeds!”
“What nonsense are you spouting!” Wang Shufeng’s pupils shrank as she charged at him.
Oh ho—there’s something juicy here!
Lin Qiao’s eyes lit up. She instantly stopped crying and leapt up from the ground.
She rushed forward, spreading her arms to block Wang Shufeng, glaring righteously at Zhang Dafu. “How dare you slander my mother-in-law! I’ll report you to the brigade leader for spreading rumors! Let him sentence you for defamation!”
Zhang Dafu panicked. He didn’t want political trouble.
“I’m not lying! Last autumn, I saw Aunt Wang follow a wild man into the cornfield!”
Lin Qiao blinked innocently and turned to Wang Shufeng. “Mother-in-law, he says you had an affair.”
Wang Shufeng went berserk. She shoved Lin Qiao aside and lunged at Zhang Dafu, clawing at his face. “Shut your filthy mouth! I’ll kill you for spouting nonsense!”
Curses flew from her mouth nonstop.
Zhang Dafu’s mother, Xu Zhaodi, couldn’t stand it anymore. “You slut! How dare you hit my son!”
She threw down her chopsticks and rushed in, knocking Wang Shufeng to the ground and sitting on her to pummel her.
Wang Shufeng fought back fiercely, flipping Xu Zhaodi over and climbing atop her.
Seeing his mother losing, Zhang Dafu’s eyes reddened. He grabbed Wang Shufeng’s hair and yanked her off.
Outnumbered, Wang Shufeng was pinned down and beaten by mother and son.
At that moment, Liu Xiangyang emerged from the latrine, adjusting his pants, looking refreshed.
He raised his head and saw his mother being beaten on the ground.
“Zhang Fatty! You dare hit my mother!”
He charged forward and knocked Zhang Dafu to the ground with a punch.
Two versus two.
Not good enough.
From years of experience, Lin Qiao knew evenly matched fights were terrible for escalating chaos.
She shouted at Second Fool, who stood dazed nearby, “Why are you still standing there? Go help your aunt!”
Second Fool might be foolish, but he knew who his relatives were.
Like a cannonball, he hurled himself into the battlefield.