Chapter 17: Frantic and Overwhelmed

Su Anan had been on guard against Xia Yuting’s attack, and with a quick dodge, she evaded her slap.

Twisting her waist, she ran away from behind Xia Yuting.

She hadn’t cleaned the house for two days. Feng Cuihua was half-dead from being beaten by Su Dajun, and even less likely to clean up.

The toilet definitely hadn’t been emptied.

So, with quick hands, she grabbed Feng Cuihua’s clothes as a makeshift pad, lifted the bucket, and splashed the contents behind her.

Xia Yuting had just caught up.

A bucket of overnight urine drenched Xia Yuting from head to toe…

“Aaaaaah…”

Xia Yuting let out a scream like a prairie dog.

While spitting out the urine that splashed into his mouth.

Then he started vomiting again.

He even cursed heartbreakingly: “Su Anan, you bitch, you are despicable and shameless, you have no shame, you deserve to die, ah ah ah…”

Her voice rose by seven or eight decibels.

Jumping to the bucket, she scooped up water and splashed it on herself.

“Crazy” couldn’t begin to describe her state.

She wanted to kill someone.

Su Anan felt nauseous too; the smell was overpowering.

The sight was also quite shocking.

She couldn’t bear to face the pungent Xia Yuting, so she grabbed her bag and left the house.

She saw Feng Cuihua supporting a limping Su Dajun.

“You dead girl, it’s dark, where are you running off to? Go back and cook!” Feng Cuihua’s anger flared up the moment she saw Su Anan, her words laced with venom.

Seeing Su Anan reminded her of Xia Yuting losing her job and the over one thousand yuan spent on connections. She was frantic.

And the culprit was Su Anan.

“The factory asked me to work overtime,” Su Anan said without looking back as she left.

She wouldn’t stay and serve this family.

Her bag contained braised pork, stir-fried pork slices, and rice from the state-run restaurant.

As Lu Jingchen had said, she was too thin and malnourished; she needed to eat more meat.

Before leaving, he had also stuffed her bag with meat coupons, food coupons, and money.

Xia Yuting’s plight dealt a significant blow to Feng Cuihua and Su Dajun.

It had been a chaotic day.

Feng Cuihua even faced the risk of losing her job.

If Factory Manager Liu wouldn’t forgive Su Dajun, they were finished.

“Auntie, Uncle, Su Anan, she… she’s too much,” Xia Yuting cried, stamping her feet, overwhelmed with grievance, gasping for breath, her face almost scrubbed raw.

The cold water splashed on her body, making her look utterly disheveled.

Although it was early summer, the temperature was low after dark.

Xia Yuting shivered and sneezed several times.

“Yuting, go change your clothes quickly, you’ll catch a cold,” Feng Cuihua was heartbroken, ignoring her own injuries. “That damned little bitch, Auntie will help you get even. The moment she comes home, I’ll break her legs!”

“Oh, oh, oh…” Xia Yuting was unwilling to accept it. “Aunt, she really hurt me and Brother Zhiming. Brother Zhiming’s promotion was also affected.”

“It’s alright, I’ve already pulled some strings for Zhiming; it won’t be affected,” Feng Cuihua felt overwhelmed, the situation spiraling out of control. “He promised to come back and marry you. Then you’ll be a military officer’s wife, the best on this street.”

Thinking of her daughter becoming a military officer’s wife, her mood improved.

If she had known Wei Zhiming had such influence, she wouldn’t have let Su Anan get engaged to him. She would have directly arranged her marriage with Xia Yuting, avoiding all this trouble.

“Feng Cuihua, is Su Dajun home?” The door opened, and a group of uniformed officers entered. “Someone reported you for concealing illegal items.”