Chapter 12: The Wife Got Into a Fight with Someone

Ruan Jiaojiao let out a light laugh, stepped forward, and raised her hand.
“Pa! Pa! Pa!”
Three loud slaps landed squarely across Shen Junmei’s face, leaving her head buzzing.

Shen Junmei: “……”

What just happened?

Did she just get slapped?

By this shameless little tramp?

And in front of so many people?!

“Eh—”

Not only was Shen Junmei stunned, but everyone around was dumbfounded. No one expected the always gentle, frail educated youth Ruan Jiaojiao to actually raise her hand and strike someone.

But Shen Junmei wasn’t the type to be bullied without fighting back. If she was hit, she would definitely return the favor. After all, she often quarreled and fought with the village women. The one thing she was never afraid of was a brawl between women.

With lightning speed, she lunged at Ruan Jiaojiao’s hair. This was her most effective move—every time she fought, she used this trick to subdue her opponent.

But Ruan Jiaojiao, despite her long straight black hair, was even quicker. She dodged neatly, leaving Shen Junmei off balance.

Just like her son “Jindan (Golden Egg),” Shen Junmei stumbled and fell flat on her face, arms and legs sprawled out like a turtle.

“Hahaha…” The crowd burst into louder laughter.

News that women were fighting spread quickly, and men finishing work rushed over, eager to watch.

In their eyes, watching women fight was even more entertaining than spying on a young couple sneaking into the sorghum fields.

Among those who came, of course, were Fu Ting and Gu Yun.

Hearing it was happening near Fu Ting’s home, Gu Yun asked, “Brother Ting, it couldn’t be sister-in-law fighting someone, right?”

Fu Ting had no idea that Ruan Jiaojiao had already beaten up that weakling Huo Yunshu, so in his mind his Jiaojiao was still a gentle and tender woman.

“Impossible. My Jiaojiao is delicate and soft. She’d never do such a rough thing.”

He had no interest in women fighting. He only wanted to hurry home to see his wife and sons.

But Gu Yun loved this sort of thing. “Brother Ting, if you don’t want to watch, I’ll go. I really want to see how women fight.”

Saying that, he darted off.

Before long, Fu Ting caught up from behind, running faster and faster, cursing under his breath:
“Damn it, it really is my wife!”

Gu Yun: “……”

Damn! Sister-in-law really was fighting someone! Damn, damn, damn! Brother Ting must be losing his mind!

Gu Yun grew worried too. That was his sister-in-law, bound not by blood but by family ties—there was no way he’d let her get bullied.

Both men were convinced that with Ruan Jiaojiao’s thin arms and legs, she’d surely be the one at a disadvantage.

But when they reached Fu Ting’s home—

The supposedly soft, fragile wife was sitting astride Shen Junmei’s back, raining down little pink fists like thunderbolts while scolding:
“Who were you threatening? Hm? Say it again to grandma’s face!”

“Don’t think I don’t know! When Dabao and Xiaobao were little, Fu Ting entrusted them to you, gave you money, and what did you do? You fed my boys coarse husks, ignored them when they were sick with high fevers, and only looked after your own child. You even took advantage of the situation to squeeze more money out of Fu Ting…”

Ruan Jiaojiao knew the entire plot of the story—she was well aware of all the filthy things Shen Junmei had done!

Shen Junmei panicked. Completely flustered, she hadn’t expected Ruan Jiaojiao to know everything—and to expose it all right here!

“Shen Junmei, I haven’t even come looking for you to settle scores, yet you’ve come to my door yourself? Fine! Since you’ve delivered yourself here, I’ll give you the beating you deserve—my fists have been itching for it anyway!”

On the side, Dabao and Xiaobao clapped happily.

Xiaobao was cheerful, but Dabao’s eyes stung as tears spilled down his cheeks—he had waited for this day for so, so long.

All the times Shen Junmei had bullied him, he had wanted to tell his father. But seeing how exhausted Fu Ting was, he chose not to add to his burdens.

He had resolved that when he grew up, he would make Shen Junmei pay.

But the suffering, the humiliation—it had worn him down. He never imagined someone would avenge him first. And that someone… was the mother he had always disliked!

He cried—tears of joy, tears of relief, tears of vengeance fulfilled. His chest swelled with the exhilaration of long-awaited justice. It felt so damn good!

When Fu Ting arrived, Ruan Jiaojiao immediately scrambled off Shen Junmei, fixed her messy hair, hurried to Fu Ting’s side, and clung to his hand. In a sweet, pitiful tone she said:
“Husband, she bullied me~”

Fu Ting: “……”

The crowd: “……”

Gu Yun: “……”

Gu Yun couldn’t help blurting out, “Sister-in-law, are you performing a magic trick right now?” He was torn between laughter and disbelief.

No one had expected this tiny woman to have such terrifying combat power—beating Shen Junmei until even her own mother wouldn’t recognize her.

Even more unexpected—Fu Ting, the notorious wife-doting maniac, after seeing with his own eyes just how fierce his Jiaojiao was, still managed to keep a straight face and say calmly:

“Mm. Jiaojiao has been wronged. Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you. Does your hand hurt?”

The crowd: “……!!!”

Their jaws nearly hit the ground.

My fellow villagers and I were dumbstruck.

His wife beat someone up, and he wasn’t worried about her injuring them—he was worried her hand might be sore!

Even Ruan Jiaojiao was a little surprised. She sensed a touch of the modern “domineering CEO” vibe from Fu Ting. And truth be told, experiencing firsthand this kind of unconditional favoritism felt amazing.

As for Shen Junmei, she was utterly miserable. Her son Jindan (Golden Egg) cowered behind her, watching nervously—he knew how to read the room and was quick to bully the weak and fear the strong.

With Fu Ting standing there, the scene calmed instantly, as though an anchor had been dropped.

It turned out Shen Junmei suspected Ruan Jiaojiao of stealing her pork belly. After all, how could Fu Ting and Ruan Jiaojiao possibly afford to buy such meat?

True enough, Ruan Jiaojiao’s previous meals had all come from fish caught in the river or things foraged from the mountain—more like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse.

Fu Ting stood firmly by his wife. He even thought that if Jiaojiao really had taken it, he’d gladly compensate.

But Jiaojiao was adamant—she hadn’t taken it, and if she said she hadn’t, then she hadn’t. If Shen Junmei dared to accuse her again, she would “talk it out” with her fists.

Shen Junmei grew frightened.

Still, she figured that even if she suffered a little now, people would believe her side. And if she couldn’t get her meat back, ruining Ruan Jiaojiao’s reputation would be good enough.

But she underestimated Jiaojiao. She wasn’t the type to let things slide. She was the kind of woman who’d bite your head off just for glaring at her.

So when Shen Junmei tried to slip away, Ruan Jiaojiao grabbed her and demanded:
“If I can prove that I didn’t take the meat, how are you going to apologize to me?”