Chapter 299: The Agitated Uncle (Part 1)

At the critical moment, a woman’s voice rang out.

“Xiaoyue…”

Feng Biao turned to look, and was stunned in place.

Xiaoyue was twenty-eight this year, petite and delicate.

However, years of labor in the village under the sun and wind had darkened her skin and wrinkled her hands, far from the girl she was seven or eight years ago.

She was holding a child in her arms, chubby and very much resembling Wang Dafa.

“Biao, put it down!”

Xiaoyue quickly approached and grabbed Feng Biao’s hand.

Feng Biao didn’t move.

Clenching his teeth, he glared at Wang Dafa, his hand trembling even more fiercely.

He really wanted to kill him, but he also worried about making Xiaoyue sad. This tangled emotion instantly intertwined, becoming an incredibly complex dilemma.

“Biao, Biao! Listen to me, I never cheat you, let go!”

Sun Wenqiang hurriedly came over to persuade him gently.

“Biao, let’s talk it out! Look, you’re bleeding. Why don’t we go to the hospital first? Let’s end today’s matter here. You owe Dafa fifteen thousand, right? The village will pay five thousand for you as Dafa’s compensation for your medical expenses. Let’s put the knife down first, don’t damn make a fatal mistake!”

The village Mayor was trying to be persuasive but still dared not physically grab the knife.

Zhao Qingfeng stayed put, looking at Xiaoyue.

He knew everything was over because the moment this woman appeared, Feng Biao’s heart had already begun to waver.

“…”

“Hehe…”

“Hahaha…”

“Ah!”

“Ugh…ugh…ugh…”

After a moment of hesitation, Feng Biao suddenly let go, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

Wang Dafa scrambled up, his eyes darting around, still trying to regain some face.

The village Mayor and Sun Wenqiang quickly stopped him, making gestures that meant to say good food isn’t afraid of being late; they were almost at the point of killing someone, so don’t further exacerbate the conflict.

Feng Biao, however, first laughed a few times, then burst into tears, lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky like a child who had lost his beloved toy, helpless.

“This isn’t over, you wait for me!” Wang Dafa, held back by Xiaoyue, continued to curse and bluster.

Xiaoyue checked Wang Dafa’s injuries, glanced at Feng Biao’s wounded leg, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lips moved but she said nothing, quickly turned her head, took the child, and dragged Wang Dafa back home.

After they left, the village Mayor glared fiercely at Feng Biao, patted Sun Wenqiang, and angrily returned to the village committee.

Sun Wenqiang was still playing the good guy, helping Zhao Qingfeng lift Feng Biao up, found some gauze, and bandaged the wound.

The wound wasn’t deep, but Feng Biao had torn off a piece of flesh when he pulled out the knife.

The two helped the limping Feng Biao back, with Sun Wenqiang constantly speaking kindly, ready to enter the house and persuade him further.

Zhao Qingfeng stopped him, “Uncle Qiang, stop acting, I can take care of him myself.”

Sun Wenqiang was taken aback, then laughed and cursed, “What are you talking about? Your uncle and I are the tightest. Me, acting? You can really talk!”

Say whatever, Zhao Qingfeng just didn’t let him in.

Feng Biao didn’t bother with these, went into the small tiled house, sat by the window, and looked out at the backyard.

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