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The Fourth Sister Wan, having just returned from the fields, saw that her father-in-law had bought some pickled vegetables. She was furious, as just a few days ago, she had made a jar of pickled vegetables that hadn’t even been finished yet, and now her father-in-law was buying from someone else. She wanted to scold him.
But then, old Master He had scolded her, saying that the pickled vegetables she made didn’t taste as good as Wan Chunmei’s.
Fuming with anger, she had decided to go find Wan Chunmei.
Wan Chunmei glanced at her, “Move aside, I’m going home.”
The Fourth Sister Wan was already full of rage from the previous incident, and now that no one was around, she didn’t bother to hide it. She immediately began to scold Wan Chunmei. “You shameless woman! Selling pickled vegetables, have you gone mad from poverty?! If your family is so short of money, just go to the county! I’ve heard there are places in the county where women can get silver fast—you should try there!”
Her words clearly implied she was suggesting Wan Chunmei go to a brothel.
Wan Chunmei was infuriated. She replied sharply, “If you’re so eager to go, just go! I’m afraid even your face wouldn’t be worth the silver there!”
It was true that the Fourth Sister Wan was not as beautiful as Wan Chunmei, and that had always been the source of jealousy for her.
“You… you… filthy woman! Just because you’re married, you think you’re something special? Have you forgotten how you begged on your knees before us? Don’t act like you’ve got the upper hand! We all know exactly what kind of person you are!”
The Fourth Sister Wan pointed her finger at Wan Chunmei, her hands on her hips, her posture arrogant as she continued to berate her.
A grim expression spread across Wan Chunmei’s face as memories flooded back. She remembered, of course, she remembered clearly—years ago, when her good stepmother wanted to move her birth mother’s grave. She had thrown a tantrum, cried to her father, begged her grandmother, and even knelt to beg, but she couldn’t stop it.
Later, after marrying Old Tan, she finally managed to move her mother’s grave to a better place.
She hadn’t wanted to think about it, but once she did, all she felt was hatred!
The Fourth Sister Wan added fuel to the fire, taunting, “Wan Chunmei! You slutty bitch! What’s wrong? Do you think my old man has taken a liking to you, even that old fool of a man wants to seduce you? You cheap, worthless piece of trash—when your poor bastard husband finds out, he’ll surely skin you alive!”
Her narrow eyes were full of malice, her insults flowing effortlessly from her lips. It was clear she had been in the habit of insulting others for a long time.
Wan Chunmei was no pushover. In the past, whenever she had been insulted, she had fought back. She would strike back every time, even though her stepmother would chase after her with a beating. Still, she never lost, and always made sure to return the blows.
She placed little Qiyue to the side, rolled up her sleeves, and slowly walked toward the woman. With a cold voice, she asked, “How many times did you just insult me?”
The Fourth Sister Wan was enjoying the insults, her shrill voice cutting through the air as she continued, “What’s the matter, old bitch? I’m going to keep insulting you, and I’m going to make sure everyone in the village knows what a worthless piece of trash you were back when you were at your family’s home! Don’t think we don’t know. Before you married Old Tan, you were seeing a scholar. Maybe you two had already secretly promised each other for life! That Old Tan, what a fool, marrying a woman like you! It’s like a turtle and a snake—one willing to hit, the other willing to take it!”
Slap!!!
A sharp slap echoed through the air as Wan Chunmei swiftly delivered a blow.
The sound rang out, loud and clear.
The Fourth Sister Wan wasn’t as tall or sturdy as Wan Chunmei. The force of the slap sent her sprawling to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She cradled her swollen cheek, fury blazing in her eyes. “You… Wan Chunmei, you dare hit me!”
Without hesitation, Wan Chunmei straddled her and slapped her again. “I’m slapping you because I want to!”
The Fourth Sister Wan struggled and cursed, “You bitch! Get off me!”
With that, she reached up, trying to grab Wan Chunmei’s hair.
But Wan Chunmei was quicker, both hands raised, delivering blow after blow in rapid succession.
“Whore!”
Slap!
“Trash!”
Slap!
“Shameless!”
Slap!
“I’ll strangle you!”
Slap!
Each slap Wan Chunmei delivered was full of force, resounding crisply as they landed on the deserving face. Eventually, The Fourth Sister Wan was left speechless, her face swollen and silent.
When she finally stopped struggling, Wan Chunmei dusted off her hands and stood up. “Well? No more insults? Are you going to keep on cursing?”
The Fourth Sister Wan lay on the ground, motionless, her eyes burning with hatred.
Seeing that she was quiet, Wan Chunmei turned and began gathering her things, preparing to leave with little Qiyue.
But the Fourth Sister Wan suddenly scrambled to her feet, grabbing a stone from the ground, and was about to smash it into the back of Wan Chunmei’s head.
Little Qiyue’s eyes flew open, a clear sign of anger filling her gaze.
At that moment, a few farmwomen who had earlier bought pickled vegetables from Wan Chunmei arrived. Seeing the Fourth Sister Wan about to strike, they hurriedly shouted, “Stop! Stop! Please, stop!”
The Fourth Sister Wan paid them no heed, her teeth gritted as she prepared to strike.
Wan Chunmei, already alert, spun around and kicked her hard in the stomach.
The Fourth Sister Wan was sent flying backward, and the stone she had been holding rolled away from her grasp.