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The female side character’s maiden home was in a remote village on the southern outskirts. It was far, isolated, and hard to find. Song Zhanjin had to take multiple winding turns before they finally arrived.
Lin Wanjun silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Good thing Song Zhanjin knew the way. Otherwise, she might’ve blown her cover on the spot—who the hell could find their way to this godforsaken place?
“Don’t come in. Just wait here in the car—I’ll be out in a minute.”
As she stepped out, Lin Wanjun said this to Song Zhanjin.
If she remembered correctly, the original novel had described the scene of the female side character bringing Song Zhanjin home—it was absolute chaos and a complete disgrace.
Her family had made outrageous demands: insisting Song Zhanjin support them in old age, pressuring the Song family to find jobs for every relative, and practically trying to stuff their mangy village mutt into the military’s guard dog unit.
Song Zhanjin was a principled man and naturally refused to use his position for personal gain. In response, the side character threw a tantrum—crying, screaming, and threatening suicide—while her family bombarded Song Zhanjin with spit-flecked curses until his face was practically soaked.
Lin Wanjun didn’t want Song Zhanjin to be dragged into this mess—she could handle it on her own.
Luckily, the courtyard was empty. She went room by room, searching thoroughly. Before long, she found Lin Yaozu fast asleep in the south room.
She recognized him at a glance thanks to the novel’s description of the female side character’s younger brother—his most obvious feature being the long braid at the back of his head.
The moment Lin Wanjun entered, she began rifling through drawers and cabinets in search of the betrothal gift. The noise she made quickly woke Lin Yaozu.
“Lin Zhaodi, what the hell are you doing? Who gave you the guts to rummage through my stuff? You trying to get yourself killed?”
Lin Yaozu grabbed the ashtray by his pillow and hurled it at her head—his movements disturbingly practiced.
But Lin Wanjun caught the flying ashtray with ease, then flung it right back at his wide, flat face.
The greasy slob was slow to react, and the ashtray smashed square into his nose, making him yowl in pain on the spot.
“You hit me? You’re rebelling, aren’t you?!”
Lin Wanjun had turned the room upside down but still hadn’t found the money or the ring. Without hesitation, she stepped onto the bed, kicked Lin Yaozu back down onto the mattress, and pounced on him—one leather shoe pressing firmly against his chest, right over his heart.
“Where’s the ten-thousand-yuan betrothal gift? And the ring?”
Lin Yaozu was gasping under her foot, panting like a dying dog.
What the hell had gotten into his sister? Before the wedding, she’d been completely obedient—she even promised to hand over all the in-laws’ assets to him. Why had her entire personality flipped overnight?
Since they were kids, whenever he was in a good mood, he’d punch her a few times. When he was in a bad mood, he’d kick her around. Their family never got mad—instead, they praised him for being “tough” and “capable.”
Even when her face was beaten black and blue, his sister would still obey him without question…
But now? What kind of crazy spell was she under?
“The money and the ring are mine! You said it yourself—they were for me to get a wife!”
Lin Yaozu shouted, jabbing a finger at Lin Wanjun and cursing, “You wretched slut! Just wait till Dad and Mom get back—they’ll beat your damn legs into splinters!”
For someone so young, his mouth was absolutely filthy.
“Your mouth reeks. What, haven’t brushed your teeth in years?”
Lin Wanjun knew there was no point reasoning with scum like this. The only language he understood was violence.
She was the evil female side character now, after all—the kind of ruthless woman who’d do anything to achieve her goal!
Grabbing the back scratcher by the bed, Lin Wanjun shoved it roughly and unceremoniously into Lin Yaozu’s mouth, jabbing it around.
“Let me help you brush your teeth, how about that?”
The back scratcher nearly poked into his throat. Lin Yaozu choked in pain and nausea—within seconds, tears and snot poured down his face in a mess.
She kept at it for a full minute. Just as Lin Yaozu was on the verge of suffocating, Lin Wanjun finally yanked the scratcher out.
“Talk. Where are the money and the ring?”
His face was drenched in snot and tears, drool mixed with fresh blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His jaw and throat burned so badly he couldn’t even get a word out.
Lin Wanjun gave him five seconds.
Then she raised the back scratcher again, grabbed his bloated cheeks, and squeezed.
“Not talking? Then I’ll give you another round of teeth-brushing.”
Before the scratcher even made it back into his mouth, Lin Yaozu burst into tears and surrendered.
“M-Mom locked the money in the chest!”
Without another word, Lin Wanjun dragged him along like a dead dog, hauling him off to get the money.
Although Lin Yaozu was fat, he was still hungover from the night before—his entire body was limp. With Lin Wanjun taking the initiative and striking first, she had already crushed him psychologically.
Just the thought of that back scratcher jabbing around in his mouth again made his legs go weak.
The chest was locked, but Lin Yaozu knew exactly where the key was hidden.
Once it was opened, Lin Wanjun saw inside: apart from the ten-thousand-yuan betrothal gift, there was also a full set of gold jewelry. But the precious ring—the heirloom with spatial storage—was nowhere to be found.
She stuffed the cash and gold into her bag without hesitation, then used the back scratcher to slap Lin Yaozu hard across the face.
“Where’s the ring? Where’s the Song family’s heirloom?”
Lin Yaozu had never been beaten like this before—his cheeks and lips were swollen, drool and blood dripping from his mouth. Now, both legs were trembling uncontrollably.
“T-The ring… I sold it!”
He stammered through the pain.
The ring had been sold for fifty yuan—to an antique shop on Xixin Street…
The Song family’s heirloom—handed to the female side character on her wedding day—had actually been given to her useless younger brother, who then sold it for pennies?
Pig-headed fool.
He actually sold off something so precious? That useless money-burning bastard Lin Yaozu had dared to throw it away like trash?
Furious beyond words, Lin Wanjun ignored his sniveling apologies. She grabbed the back scratcher again and shoved it straight back into his mouth, aiming directly for the back of his throat—
Just then, Song Zhanjin entered with Lin Yaozu’s parents, only to be greeted by a truly savage sight.
His supposedly weak and helpless wife had kicked Lin Yaozu to the floor, stepped on his chest, and was now jamming a back scratcher deep into his mouth…
Even on the battlefield, prisoners of war weren’t subjected to such inhumane treatment!
Was this really the foolish girl from all the rumors—the one who blindly doted on her younger brother and obeyed her maternal family no matter what?
Watching the “ferocious” Lin Wanjun in action, even Song Zhanjin couldn’t help but shiver slightly. She was terrifying!
Lin Guoqian and Bai Guixiang, seeing their precious son being treated like this, were so heartbroken they nearly fainted.
Yaozu was their little treasure, the apple of their eye!
Back when they were desperate for a son, they gave away two daughters—and even held down a premature baby girl in a chamber pot and drowned her to death in secret.
From then on, they hadn’t so much as raised their voice at Yaozu—yet now Lin Zhaodi, that wretched spawn, actually dared lay a hand on their precious boy?
Bai Guixiang charged into the kitchen and grabbed a cleaver, while Lin Guoqian stormed into the livestock shed and came back wielding a hoe, both of them howling to beat their rebellious daughter to death.
One second, Lin Wanjun had been “torturing” Lin Yaozu. The next, when she saw the couple charging toward her with deadly weapons, she let out a soft whimper—and flung herself straight into Song Zhanjin’s arms.
“Hubby, I’m so scared!”
Song Zhanjin was completely speechless as she threw herself into his arms.
If he hadn’t just witnessed Lin Wanjun savagely jabbing her younger brother’s throat with a back scratcher, he might’ve actually been fooled by her act. But now…
What kind of “good girl” could do something as deranged as shoving a back scratcher halfway down her own brother’s throat?
He looked down to see Lin Wanjun clinging tightly to his waist, her porcelain-white cheek pressed against his chest. He could clearly feel the soft, alluring curves of her body…
Meanwhile, Lin Guoqian and Bai Guixiang had already charged into the room—the sharp edge of the cleaver was seconds away from slicing into Lin Wanjun’s neck.
With a quick surge of strength, Song Zhanjin wrapped one arm around Lin Wanjun’s slim waist, lifted her up effortlessly, and leapt two steps back.
“Stay behind me!”
He shielded her with his own body, placing her in the safest spot behind him, then casually knocked the cleaver out of Bai Guixiang’s hand like it was nothing.
When Lin Guoqian rushed in with the hoe raised high, Song Zhanjin hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond.
Should he hit him? This was his father-in-law, after all.
But if he didn’t hit back, was he just supposed to stand there and let someone get hurt?
“Kick his ass!”
Behind him came Lin Wanjun’s gleeful voice, fanning the flames.
“Hit him! Hit him! Hurry up and hit him! That whole family’s rotten to the core!”
Song Zhanjin was momentarily stunned. What did she just say? The whole family’s rotten?
Didn’t she have the same surname? Was she so ruthless she’d even curse herself?
Just as Lin Guoqian swung the hoe down, Song Zhanjin raised his foot and, as casually as if he were kicking a pebble, launched the man straight into the air.
Lin Guoqian traced a perfect arc midair before crashing heavily to the ground.
He clutched his stomach and writhed in agony, too winded to speak a single word.
Watching the scene like it was pure entertainment, Lin Wanjun raised her hand in a victory V-sign, smugly patted the bag stuffed with ten thousand yuan and gold jewelry, then hooked her arm through Song Zhanjin’s.
“All done. Mission complete!”
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