Chapter 98: Don’t Hit Women, but Hit Bitches

No one knew why Dong Yumei suddenly went wild.

She glared at Jiang Mingyue with red eyes, as if she wanted to eat her alive, spewing venomous words.

Just as Dong Yumei finished her tirade, a slap echoed through the air, causing two of her teeth to fly out and her mouth to fill with blood.

Say another word, and do you believe I’ll cut your tongue out?” Gu Dongqing’s face was grim as he protected Jiang Mingyue with one hand and retaliated against Dong Yumei with the other.

He didn’t care whether she was a woman or not; to him, anyone who hurt his wife was simply a target for his wrath.

He didn’t hit women, but in his eyes, Dong Yumei and her family were not deserving of that consideration. They were nothing more than bullies who had tormented his wife.

The neighbors were shocked by Gu Dongqing’s sudden aggression. They realized that Dong Yumei was clearly out of her mind.

The Dong family was being ransacked because Dong Chengcai borrowed money and refused to pay it back what did that have to do with Jiang Mingyue?

If the family could so readily insult an innocent person, it was clear they were not mentally stable.

Despite the violence, none of the neighbors stepped forward to defend Dong Yumei. Instead, they murmured their disapproval of her actions.

Duan Ping rushed to shield Dong Yumei, her expression frantic. “Get away from her! Get away from here, all of you!”

She hugged her daughter tightly, concern etched on her face. “Yumei, how are you? Please, say something!”

Dong Yumei’s eyes slowly focused on her mother’s face, and after a moment of confusion, she burst into tears, her voice filled with resentment and despair.

Duan Ping, equally aggrieved, wept alongside her daughter. “You all… if you want to cry, go somewhere else,” Jiang Mingyue finally interjected, her voice cutting through the noise. “Don’t cry in front of my house; it’s bad luck.”

Her words were harsh, but she didn’t care.

Duan Ping glared at Jiang Mingyue, her eyes filled with hatred. “Jiang Mingyue, what I regret most in my life is not sending you off to the homeless man under the bridge.”

If only she had knocked Jiang Mingyue out and abandoned her, she thought, maybe things would be different. If she had known this would happen, she would have done just that.

Jiang Mingyue smiled at Duan Ping’s bitterness. “Yes, you had such a good opportunity in front of you, but you didn’t cherish it. Now it’s too late to regret.”

Leave the door of our house immediately, or I will make you lick the dirt clean with your mouth,” Jiang Mingyue’s voice turned cold as she lost her patience.

Duan Ping, emboldened by her anger, refused to move, but the neighbors started to intervene. “It’s getting dark now; if you don’t find a place to stay, you and your daughter might really have to sleep under a bridge tonight.”

Yeah, the world outside hasn’t been peaceful. You two should go back to your parents’ house before it gets dark.”

The neighbors offered their advice, having lived alongside the Dong family for years. If Duan Ping could listen, it might actually benefit her.

But Duan Ping was too far gone to heed their warnings. The curses soon shifted from the Gu family’s doorstep to the Dong family’s, where the mother and daughter sat on the steps, clinging to each other and crying.

Jiang Mingyue, feeling tired after standing for so long, placed her hand on Gu Dongqing’s arm and turned to go inside.

Just then, Jiang Xinyue returned with Yaya in tow. Noticing the lock on the Dong family’s door and the weeping women outside, she asked, “Did someone die in the Dong family? Are they mourning?”

Her blunt words landed harshly on Duan Ping and Dong Yumei.

They wanted to retort but found no one paying them any mind.

Jiang Mingyue, with a smirk, replied, “It seems they’ve become lost dogs, mourning for their useless son. Why not howl while they’re at it?”

Tsk, what a good opportunity! I want to celebrate with two extra bowls of rice tonight,” Jiang Xinyue chimed in, unapologetically enjoying the spectacle.

With smiles on their faces, Jiang Mingyue and Jiang Xinyue held Yaya’s hand and walked into the house.

As Jiang Xinyue turned back to the door, she called out to Duan Ping and her daughter, “Stop arguing nonsense. Be careful or I’ll report you to the police for disturbing the peace.”

With that, she followed her sister and brother-in-law inside, slamming the courtyard door behind her.

The remaining neighbors slowly dispersed, leaving Duan Ping and Dong Yumei alone at the door, their cries echoing in the empty street.

But who cared if they were sad? No one was interested.

After what felt like an eternity of weeping, Duan Ping and Dong Yumei decided to leave, knowing they needed to find shelter as night approached.

As they headed toward the police station, they intended to report that someone had robbed their house. Duan Ping thought they were in the right.

However, upon arriving, the police informed them they were aware of Wu Laosan and his crew’s actions.

When Dong Chengcai borrowed the money, he clearly stated that if he couldn’t repay it on time, he would allow them to take the house.

It’s all written here,” the officer explained, pulling out the IOU Wu Laosan had submitted.

It’s not that we don’t want to help you; it’s that you’re being unreasonable,” the officer added.

Seeing the IOU written in Dong Chengcai’s handwriting, Duan Ping’s denial was fierce. “No, that’s impossible! My son would never mortgage our house!”

She continued, “Besides, how could my son, who is so good, borrow so much money?”