007 Teaches Liu Jianhua a Lesson

A courtyard spanning several dozen square meters.

Trash scattered everywhere.

Empty bottles, excrement, and vomit lay about indiscriminately.

Qu Zhanyi carefully avoided the filth and walked straight toward Liu Jianhua, who was exchanging “information” with several other women.

“That little prostitute Xu Xinyou, she looks so meek and submissive, but she’s caused me so much anger,” Liu Jianhua said.

Zhang Cuilan immediately asked, “What happened? I thought that girl was quite well-behaved.”

“It’s all an act,” Liu Jianhua said firmly. “I just saw her on the road earlier, and she wasn’t going to school—she must have skipped class.”

“No way. Xinyou seems so obedient. Maybe something came up that kept her from going to school?”

Liu Jianhua spat harshly, full of resentment. “Who knows? I was just trying to be kind because she has no parents, feeling sorry for her, but that little prostitute was ungrateful and even called me ill-mannered.”

The others looked surprised.

One frowned and didn’t fully agree. “I ran into Xinyou a few days ago. She called me auntie and even helped me carry pig fodder. She’s sensible and polite.”

Liu Jianhua retorted, “Did you give her a bowl of cornmeal after that?”

“Yes. The girl is pretty and knows how to make herself liked. I gave her a bowl of cornmeal.”

Liu Jianhua snorted twice, “She’s just after your family’s grain, pretending to be clever and obedient in front of you.”

Someone nearby wanted to argue but was signaled to stop.

She pursed her lips and fell silent.

Seeing Liu Jianhua still ranting about Xu Xinyou’s faults, the others decided to change the subject and left with another woman.

Liu Jianhua squinted, her mouth running nonstop.

After she finished complaining, Zhang Cuilan sighed, “I have a distant relative in the county town. He has a house, a car, and a monthly salary of 2,500 yuan—and he’s still unmarried. I was thinking of introducing him to Xinyou, but after hearing you, I think it’s best not to. After all, a good wife is important.”

Someone’s interest was piqued. “How old is your relative?”

“Thirty-five, not too old, still in his prime.”

Liu Jianhua nodded approvingly, “A man with such good conditions…”

“Auntie, are you thinking of keeping him for yourself?” Qu Zhanyi interrupted, a faint smile playing at her lips, cutting off her words.

Liu Jianhua was startled by the sudden voice behind her. When she recognized it was Qu Zhanyi speaking, anger surged in her chest.

“You little bitch, what nonsense are you talking about? Believe it or not, I’ll tear your mouth apart.”

“Smack!”

“You bitch, you…”

“Smack!”

In response came two solid, resounding slaps.

Dizzy and ears ringing, Liu Jianhua staggered to steady herself. When she looked at Qu Zhanyi again, her eyes were filled with disbelief and uncontrollable rage.

Cursing with vile words, Liu Jianhua lunged at Qu Zhanyi, her face twisted and ferocious with anger.

Qu Zhanyi had anticipated this reaction. Seizing the moment, she kicked Liu Jianhua squarely in the chest.

The force wasn’t great, but it landed precisely, making the rural woman crumple hard.

She fell on her back like an overturned toad.

Qu Zhanyi lightly twisted her ankle, ignoring Liu Jianhua’s painful cries, her tone cold and indifferent: “I hate to settle things with words when I can use my hands.”

She glanced at the few women who usually sided with Liu Jianhua.

“Aunties, listen to your niece’s advice: gossip less and accumulate some good karma.”

Hearing Qu Zhanyi’s words, the women immediately recalled the story of Zhang Wanqing encountering a ghost and shivered inwardly.