Chapter 51: “What are they up to?”

Xia Li knew that Aunt Dong was a despicable and annoying person, but she didn’t expect her to go to such lengths.

Did she have some kind of grudge against Wei Xiaojun? Was she being so aggressive?

The skinny man, Dog Wa, was still protecting his backside, trembling on the ground in grievance and regret.

He thought to himself that he was at least a proper street punk.

He had never bowed down to anyone except for Brother Bin! Wherever he went, he was always full of swagger!

But today, it felt like he had kicked a metal plate!

He covered his backside, tears flowing in his heart, when he suddenly saw the girl in front of him smile at him.

The smile made his pupils tremble, and his heart chilled.

This girl was really beautiful, clearly more striking than that widow, but why did he feel such pain in his backside and a chill down there when he saw her smile…

Oh! Of course, it was because that emotionless metal plate was right next to her, staring at him.

The cold, hard expression from above, like looking at a little bug, made him feel that if the girl smiled at him again, the next second his tailbone would be completely finished!

Fortunately, Xia Li stopped smiling and said in a very friendly voice, “Look at you guys, looking for trouble and getting beaten up. Not only did you lose face in front of everyone, but you also hurt yourselves.”

“It’s quite pitiful, and you must be scared too, right? I think you and Liu Sheng’er both need to recuperate for a while. After all, you’ve injured your muscles and bones. Let’s not mention anything else, but you need to eat and drink well for ten days or half a month, right?”

“……Ah?” Dog Wa was stunned, a question mark popping up in his mind.

What did that mean? Could it be that they were so kind-hearted that after beating them, they wanted to make it up to them?

The girl smiled sweetly and said something.

Dog Wa was stunned for two seconds, but his eyes brightened with a bit of hesitation, and he nodded half-heartedly.

On the way back, the sky had already darkened.

A large orange cat quickly darted past on the small path, hiding in the bushes by the roadside, staring with round eyes at the two people coming, one tall and one short.

Xia Li, holding her ten-dollar bill, felt empowered walking along the village path, confident enough to walk boldly.

The man was thinking about what had just happened, feeling a bit dissatisfied that his wife had smiled at that scoundrel.

But when he heard her idea of letting those two rogues go to that old rogue’s stall to mooch off food, making them stay and eat and drink without leaving, he thought it was a clever way for punks to peck at each other.

He immediately felt that his wife was quite clever.

Hehe, it really made him like her more.

As Jiang Chenyi was lost in thought, they passed by a corner of a house with a window that wasn’t tightly closed, and suddenly a soft voice came from inside, “You’re so bad…”

The voice was soft, but in the quiet of the little village at night, it was quite noticeable.

The man furrowed his brows in confusion.

A rustling sound came again from the gap in the window: “You scoundrel… do you want to kill me? Oh…”

“Be gentle…”

He frowned and was about to open the door when Xia Li, having already sensed something, quickly jumped up to cover his mouth and pulled him away.

Once back home, she slammed the door shut.

Jiang Chenyi frowned and asked, “Wife, there are scoundrels in the village. Didn’t you hear just now?”

“Hear what? Um… nothing.”

The man recalled the conversation doubtfully.

He looked at his little wife, “Someone said to be gentle, the sound was so strange. What were they doing?”

“Doing… it’s none of your business.”

Xia Li maintained her usual expression, facing away from him as she busied herself in the backyard, “Come help pluck the chicken feathers; we’re going to stew chicken for dinner.”

“Oh!” The man, excited at the thought of chicken, immediately forgot everything else and quickly followed her with his long legs.

Killing the chicken and plucking its feathers was his job. He wanted to do it next to his wife, but she kept busying herself, seemingly avoiding him.

Jiang Chenyi stood tall by the edge of the yard, holding the completely bare, slick-skinned chicken, a faint doubt crossing his brow.