Chapter 7: Helping My Sister-in-Law Repay Her Debt

“Su the Beauty, damn, you really are a fine piece of work—so white and tender! My old hag at home is already considered good-looking, but you’re ten times prettier than my wife! Dammit, I told you to pay back 50,000 yuan, and you can’t even do that. Then pay with yourself! Not even once to offset 10,000? I’m being generous here. All you gotta do is lie there and you’ll make a fortune. What a deal for you, huh?”

As expected, Ding Daming, that old bastard, said things that made people sick.

This guy had opened several factories in the village industrial park, monopolized the local sand and gravel market, and was worth over a hundred million—he was the richest man in Baisha Village.

Money went to his head. Even with a beautiful wife at home, he still openly made moves on Sister Su Jingwen!

Bang!

Ding Quandan kicked the door open, blood rushing to his head as he roared, “Ding Daming, you old turtle, let go of my sister-in-law!”

Just as Ding Daming was about to have his way, the fool Ding Quandan interrupted. Instantly irritated, Ding Daming cursed under his breath, released Su Jingwen, and gave Quandan a once-over.

Seeing Quandan’s usual idiotic expression, he sneered, “Oh? Our village’s med school graduate thinks he’s something now? What, just got back from a house call? Made big money, huh? Tch tch, nowadays even fools think they’re kings! You useless leech, what’s the point of you even living? If I were you, I’d bang my head on a wall and end it!”

“The hell, I don’t live off your money. My sister-in-law supports me—jealous, much? And as for useless, don’t talk like you’re any better. Your own wife’s a hen that can’t lay eggs!”

Ding Quandan shot back without missing a beat.

That line struck Ding Daming where it hurt. His nose almost twisted from rage as he shouted, “Alright, you damned fool, I’m the village chief, and you don’t even respect me? If you’ve got guts, pay back the 50,000 your sister-in-law owes me! Damn idiot, think you can challenge me?”

“So what if you’re village chief? You think that gives you the right to bully people? You want a woman, go find your own wife! My sister-in-law ain’t yours! Scumbag. Others might fear you, but I don’t. I’m a fool anyway—what do I have to lose? Barefoot’s never afraid of someone wearing shoes!”

Ding Quandan’s eyes flashed fiercely, his aura overwhelming, like he could swallow mountains and rivers whole.

Ding Daming had always thought himself domineering—but after a few days of not seeing this “idiot,” what the hell happened? How did he suddenly become so fierce?

“You damn fool. Acting all tough? Who’s backing you? Come out, let me see what big shot you brought!”

Ding Daming sucked in a cold breath. No way… This guy’s been a village clown, playing with cats and dogs all day, can’t even bathe himself at 25. A useless wreck like him—how could he have backers?

“I didn’t bring anyone. I can deal with you myself, old man!”

Quandan squinted at him, fearless.

“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you repay me the 50,000 yuan, huh?”

Ding Daming looked down his nose at him, eyes cocked.

Just then, Su Jingwen had finished putting her clothes back on. Having regained her composure after the shock, she snapped, “Ding Daming, I borrowed just 20,000 from you last month for my sister-in-law’s surgery. How’d it turn into 50,000 in a month? Even loan sharks aren’t this ruthless!”

Ding Daming pulled out a promissory note from his bag. “This is compound interest. Everything’s written in black and white. A hundred percent interest. It’s all on the note. Don’t blame me if you didn’t read it.”

“You… you bastard! That clause wasn’t there when I signed it!”

With a sly grin, Ding Daming said, “Open your eyes and look—see it now?”

Su Jingwen took a closer look, and her face turned green with anger. “Ding Daming, you despicable rat! You added that yourself!”

Ding Quandan burst out laughing. “Wow, Village Chief Ding, you’ve got some nerve! That kind of trick doesn’t count. I’ll repay you 20,000 only. As for interest—trying to assault my sister-in-law? Consider that her compensation!”

“Ding Quandan, you’ve got no job, no skills—where the hell are you going to get 20,000? I bet you couldn’t even borrow 1,000!”

Ding Daming couldn’t help but laugh. He was still puzzled—how did this fool suddenly become so sharp? No doubt about it—he must have someone smart behind him!

Quandan tapped his foot with a cheeky grin. “Village Chief Ding, what if I do get 20,000?”

“Fine. Let’s bet. If you come up with the money within one day, I’ll waive the 30,000 interest.”

“For real?”

“I’m the village chief of Baisha! My word is law! But if you fail, your sister-in-law comes with me!”

Ding Daming smirked. You little punk, want to outsmart me? You’ve still got a lot to learn!

“Deal! It’s settled! Whoever backs out is a puppy!”

Quandan almost burst out laughing—he’d just earned 20,000 from that Liang family wife. And this old bastard thought he’d win for free?

Ding Daming then gave Su Jingwen a lewd glance, as if to say, You’re mine. Mine!

As he walked out of the Bai family’s house, Ding Daming laughed wildly, smug as ever.

“Foxcoon, attack! Bite his ass!”

The foxcoon only listened to Ding Quandan. Without its master’s order, it wouldn’t move.

With a single command from Quandan, the fuzzy little creature instantly bristled, let out a growl, and shot out like a bullet—sinking its teeth right into Ding Daming’s butt!

Ding Daming cried out in pain. When he reached back to touch his rear, his hand came away soaked in blood. Terrified, he screamed, “Aaaah! What the hell bit me? Even dares bite the village chief?!”

With a violent twist of his hips, he finally shook off the animal. Glancing back, he saw a strange, unrecognizable creature baring its teeth and lunging again.

Ding Daming screamed in horror. Born under unlucky stars, he fled in panic, totally defeated.

“Hahaha!”

Ding Quandan finally vented his pent-up anger and called the animal back.

He stroked the fox-marten’s fluffy little head, praising it endlessly: “Cutie, you’re so fierce in battle, huh?”

In the Immortal Medicine Space, the fox-marten usually had a vegetarian diet. It fed on spiritual energy and loved chewing on various rare herbs.

So Ding Quandan fed it a handful of Yuanbao Grass he’d brought back, letting it eat its fill.

When he returned to the room, he found his sister-in-law, Su Jingwen, lying on the bed crying, her sobs full of grief and pain.

Ding Quandan, a little clumsy with his words, said, “Sister-in-law, don’t cry. Nothing really happened, right?”

Just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat. Thank goodness Miss Ye had warned him in time. If he had been even a minute late, Su Jingwen might have been defiled by Ding Daming.

That was way too close!

Su Jingwen, furious, slapped him on the butt and scolded him, “You little brat, what do you take me for?! Why did you bet with me as the stake?! What if you had lost? What would I do then?! What would I do?!”

Ding Quandan burst out laughing. “So that’s why you’re crying? You were worried about that?”

Su Jingwen shouted, still in tears, “Of course I’m worried about that! You dumb idiot, I thought you were finally getting smarter, but it turns out your condition’s getting worse! I have to take you to the hospital to get your brain checked!”

She wiped away her tears, got out of bed, and began freshening up. She wasn’t joking—she was really going to ask for a day off to take Ding Quandan to see a doctor.

Ding Quandan jolted in alarm. Crap, wasn’t I supposed to pretend to be stupid? If she found out he was faking, not only would she stop cooking and washing for him, but worst of all—she might return to her family and get married off. That would be the end for him!

Thinking fast, he immediately put on a dopey face and clung to her like sticky rice. “Sister-in-law, I want a kiss… kiss kiss…”

And he leaned toward Su Jingwen’s delicate little lips.

Su Jingwen saw his silly act and burst into tears again. “Boohoo, idiot, you were getting a bit better, but now that Ding Daming provoked you, you’re back to square one! I’m your sister-in-law, you can’t kiss me—do you understand?”

“Ohhh, got it, sister-in-law. I need to pee!”

Ding Quandan played the fool perfectly—no slip-ups at all. He even gave himself a silent thumbs-up.

Yes! Gotta keep playing the fool in front of sister-in-law. That way she’ll stay in this house and won’t get married off.

“Oh no! You don’t even know how to pee now?! Boohoo, I’ve got the worst luck ever!”

Su Jingwen, teary-eyed, helped him to the bathroom.

After that, she headed to the factory to ask for leave. She worked at a pharmaceutical company in the industrial park, earning 3,000 yuan a month. She also served as the deputy village head, which brought in another 2,000. Combined, her monthly income of 5,000 yuan made for a modest but comfortable rural life.

But Su Jingwen wasn’t satisfied. She had studied medicine at university—how could she accept letting a smart young man stay a fool forever? She believed that one day, Ding Quandan would recover.

To pay for his treatment, the household had racked up debt after debt. Life was tough and frugal.

Once he saw she had really gone to ask for leave, Ding Quandan whistled cheerfully and rode his electric bike straight to the Liang household to find Tian Zhenzhen.

He pushed the door open and saw her lying on the bed, scrolling on her phone.

“Ah! Quandan, why didn’t you knock? You scared me to death!”

Startled at first, Tian Zhenzhen covered herself with the blanket. But seeing it was him, she relaxed and threw it off again. After all, he had already seen everything—no need to be shy now.

“Zhenzhen, my sister-in-law needs money urgently. The remaining ten thousand yuan—transfer it to me through your phone.”

Ding Quandan took Su Jingwen’s phone and asked Tian Zhenzhen for the money.

She instinctively reached behind to feel the affected area and discovered the herbal plaster had already dried and flaked off. After cleaning it off and checking in the mirror, she was overjoyed. “Oh my god! Quandan, you’re amazing! What kind of miracle medicine is this? It’s incredible! Look, look! That ugly scar is gone! I can’t believe it—this flawless skin doesn’t even look like mine anymore!”

Ding Quandan examined it, and his eyes lit up. “Congrats. The results are better than expected! Satisfied now?”

Tian Zhenzhen nodded so hard she looked like a pecking chicken. “Super satisfied! Thank you, Quandan!”

In response, Ding Quandan rubbed his fingers together in a “money” gesture. “Since you’re satisfied, time to settle the bill!”

“What? Didn’t I already give you twenty thousand just now? You’re trying to scam me now?”

Tian Zhenzhen still thought he was a fool and figured she could get away without paying the rest.

“You conniving woman! Just because I act a little slow, you think you can stiff me? Listen up—your butt’s not fully healed. There’s still a maggot under your skin!”

“Huh?! Are you trying to scare me, you dumb oaf?! Try anything funny and I’ll tell Liang Aihua—he’ll teach you a lesson!”

Click!

Ding Quandan snapped a couple of photos of the affected area and pointed to them. “See that golden worm burrowed under your skin? Only I can control it. Want to test that theory?”

“What?!”

Tian Zhenzhen’s face went white when she saw a golden worm nestled under her skin in the photo. She nearly wet herself and frantically begged, “Quandan! I was wrong! I’ll transfer the money right now. Wait—never mind the transfer, I’ve got cash!”

In a panic, she scrambled through drawers like her life depended on it, finally pulling out a wad of hundred-yuan notes and handing it over with a trembling smile. “Big bro Quandan, I won’t try to cheat you again. Please count it!”

Ding Quandan counted quickly and sneered, “Just because I act a little slow doesn’t mean I can’t count. Don’t forget that.”

With that, he summoned the golden silkworm from under her skin using his beast-taming technique and placed it back into its tiny porcelain bottle.

Tian Zhenzhen pouted pitifully. “Brother Quandan, you’re really something! Can you check again—are there any more bugs left?”

“Nope. See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

What a joke, thought Ding Quandan. That silkworm’s my meal ticket—I’d never leave it behind.

With the money in hand, he strolled out of the Liang family courtyard, whistling, and made his way toward Village Chief Ding’s big villa.