Chapter 6: The Stick Meets Flesh

Wang Man…

She was even kinder than her own Big Uncle’s wife. Wang Man was deeply moved—she almost wanted to call her “Mother.”

Madam Lu saw her staring blankly without taking the egg and said with a sigh,
“You silly child, did you hit your head so hard you’ve lost your wits?”

As she spoke, she quickly peeled the egg and stuffed it into Wang Man’s mouth.

Then she glanced outside and urged,
“Hurry up and eat, Wang San is back.”

Wang Man didn’t want to reject her kindness, so she quickly swallowed the egg, though it nearly choked her. She rolled her eyes as the sensation hit her throat.

Aunt Ma Liu quickly brought over a bowl of water and held it to her lips.
“Manya, drink some water, quick.”

Wang San walked in just as this scene unfolded, but didn’t find anything suspicious.

He smiled at Madam Lu, who had yet to leave.
“Big Aunt, you’re here too!”

Madam Lu shot him a glare and left without replying.

Wang San smacked his lips, completely unfazed.

When he met Wang Man’s dark, clear eyes, he paused, surprised.
“Wife, you’re better?”

Wang Man nodded.
“Mm. I’m better. Come here—I have something for you.”

Wang San didn’t think much of it and leaned in.
“What good thing?”

Wang Man beckoned him closer.

“Come a little closer.”

Wang San, unsuspecting, took a few more steps.

Before he knew it, as soon as he reached her side, Wang Man swiftly extended her left hand and gripped Wang San’s wrist tightly. With her other hand, she seized the walking stick placed beside her and struck Wang San hard on the backside.

The sudden action caught Wang San completely off guard.

By the time he reacted to the intense pain, his backside had already been struck several times.

He struggled desperately, but it felt as if his wrist was glued to Wang Man’s hand, and no matter how much he fought, he couldn’t break free.

“Wang Man, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind? I’m your husband, your man! How dare you hit me? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he shouted angrily.

Wang Man fought to push back the dizziness clouding her mind, then swung the stick forcefully at Wang San’s hand as he reached out to grab it again.

“Ah! My hand! My hand is going to break!

Wang Man, you little bitch, just wait for me, I’m going to kill you.”

Hearing him still threatening her, Wang Man swung the stick even faster.

Feeling the dizziness become unbearable, Wang Man reluctantly released the wailing Wang San, though not without a hint of regret.

Once freed, Wang San hopped around like a monkey—rubbing his backside, then his legs, massaging his arms, and even reaching back to rub his sore back.

Even so, he didn’t forget to throw out more threats:
“Wang Man, you vicious woman! Trying to murder your own husband.
I should have never bought you! I should have let your stepmother sell you to some old widower who beats his wife.
No, no, I’m going to find your stepmother. I’m returning you!”

Wang Man smiled brightly at him, not at all angry, as if she were watching a circus performance.

“Return you? You think you can push me around and I’ll just accept it?”

“Unless it’s a free return, let’s see if I’ll agree to it.”

Wang San saw her still daring to smile, his eyes narrowing with fury as he lunged at her.

“Wang Man, you wretch, go to hell!”

Wang Man’s smile didn’t waver as she raised the stick in her hand and jabbed it toward Wang San.

Wang San was so terrified that the sweat on his forehead seemed to fly off. He hurriedly slammed on the brakes, barely managing to stop just as the hem of his clothes brushed against the tip of the stick.

Thank goodness he stopped in time—otherwise, his belly would’ve been stabbed clean through!

This Wang Man girl is far too ruthless—she doesn’t care whether he live or die!

A wife like this? Absolutely not. you mustn’t marry someone like her.

If she did something like that while he was sleeping, wouldn’t he be sent straight to the King of Hell?

He couldn’t make sense of it—since when did this Wang Man girl become so formidable, and with such strength?

He had struggled with all his might just now and still couldn’t break free. Could it be that Wang Man was hiding her true skills all along?

Wasn’t it said that she had only learned a few basic moves from that old hunter?

But this didn’t look like just a few moves—it looked more like she’d inherited the full teachings.

Still, no matter how skilled she was, Wang San just couldn’t swallow this humiliation.

Taking advantage of Wang Man’s distraction, Wang San grabbed a stool and swung it toward her head.

Aunt Ma Liu, who had been frozen in shock by the scene, suddenly cried out in alarm,
“Wang San, stop!”

Somehow, in that moment, her previously blurry vision became unusually clear.

But Wang San wasn’t about to listen to her. If he were that obedient, he wouldn’t have ended up as a street thug.

He thought this blow with the stool was a sure thing—if it didn’t kill Wang Man, it would at least leave her seriously injured.

Suddenly, panic set in. He wanted to stop himself, but it was too late; the force was already out of his control.

He didn’t want to kill Wang Man—she was the Wife he had bought for five taels of silver!

And besides, even though he was a small-time thug, he had never killed anyone before.

What should he do? What should he do?
Who could stop him?

Just as he felt the stool about to smash down on Wang Man’s head, Wang San instinctively shut his eyes.

Wang Man was a martial artist—especially skilled in the “Black Fist.” Fighting was all about speed and sharp reflexes. Compared to those who practiced martial arts, Wang San’s speed was like slow motion.

But Wang Man had one advantage: she never underestimated her opponent.

No matter whether the other person could actually hit her, she never let her guard down.

Besides, with her current condition—having just fought Wang San fiercely—there was no way she would be careless now.

Wang San thought he had stopped in time and breathed a sigh of relief.

The stick in Wang Man’s hand pressed against the stool, and she said casually,
“Wang San, were you trying to kill me?”

Wang San honestly shook his head,
“No, I didn’t mean to kill you. I just lost control for a moment.”

“Hmph, I doubt you have the guts for that!”

Wang Man snorted coldly and flipped the stool pressed against her down onto the ground.

Aunt Ma Liu, trembling in her legs, hurried over to Wang Man,
“Man, are you alright? Were you scared?”

Wang Man smiled,
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. The one who should be worried is your son.”

Aunt Ma Liu turned to look at Wang San, her mouth opening and closing without a word.

Wang San let out a big sigh of relief as well.

Ignoring the two of them, he thought about how to send Wang Man back and get those five taels of silver back.

He definitely didn’t want a Wife who would hit her Husband.

Besides, he already regretted buying Wang Man in the first place.

His ignoring her didn’t mean Wang Man would let it go so easily.

Those few strikes earlier were just an appetizer; what came next depended on Wang San’s attitude.

Once the dizziness in her head eased, Wang Man spoke again:
“Wang San, I’m asking you—where have you been these past two days?”

Wang San rolled his eyes and said arrogantly,
“Why do you care where I’ve been?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Believe it or not, I might just sell you off to the brothel!”

Wang Man frowned.

That’s right—she was sold to Wang San with a binding contract.
If Wang San resold her, no one would step in.

Thinking this, Wang Man felt utterly unsettled.

She was a martial arts champion—was she really going to be traded around like this?
The answer was definitely no!

“Wang San, I was sold to you with a binding contract, right?”

Wang San, as if holding all the cards, grinned smugly,
“Yeah, not only a contract, but one stamped at the county office too.”

Wang Man nodded,
“Where’s the contract? Let me see it.”