After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times - Chapter 16
- After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times
- Chapter 16 - Unconscious Father Jiang
Several nearby houses were lit up one after another and the men with lanterns in hand came out to see what was going on: “What’s the matter?”
“There’s a thief in the house!” Xia Qianqian replied loudly, with a calm not a hint of panic can be seen.
Several lights illuminated the cottage. The thatched cottage was narrow and small, so it was easy to see what actually happened.
Father Jiang was still unconscious, half of his body was in the house and the other half was outside of the house. On the other hand Jiang Li was still covering his broken hand , “someone help! My hand is broken…”
In the middle of the night, when everyone went to sleep, this father and son ran to a widow’s house. Everyone knew what they were going to do. Yang Neng angrily asked, “Jiang Li, what are you two doing here?”
“I, we…” Jiang Li was drenched in a cold sweat and didn’t know how to answer this question.
“When I was sleeping, I heard some rustling sound. So I thought that it was a thief. Hence, I picked up a stick and beat him. I didn’t expect the thief would turn out to be the Jiang family’s father and son.” Xia Qianqian with nimble movements, pointed the wooden stick to Jiang Li and asked sternly, “say, for what reason did you two sneak into my home in the middle of the night?”
“We were just passing by!” Of course, even if you were to beat him to death, Jiang Li would never admit the truth.
Yang Neng said: “Nonsense , what passing by? Who will come to someone else’s house to just pass by? You obviously came here with an ulterior motive!”
“Their family is already so poor, what is there to steal?” Jiang Li refuted
Yang Neng said, “what if you came for people?”
“Bullsh*t, who cares about them?”
“Then what is this?” Xia Qianqian picked up the incense from the ground and showed it to everyone. “If I were a little reckless, I would have been drugged and he’d have taken my purity by now. Tomorrow morning, all of you can only see me and my mother hanging ourselves to commit suicide.”
The evidence already told everything there was to know about. What else could Jiang Li say? After all, Jiang Li was young and inexperienced. He couldn’t answer their questions. His face was full of anxiety as he avoided eye contact with everyone.
“I might as well tell you all. If I, Xia Qianqian, dared to take my mother and sister back to the village. Then I also have confidence to get a strong foothold in this village. I’m not even afraid of tigers, leopards or wolves, if one comes I’ll fight one if two come I’ll fight two. Everyone should know what I want to say.” Xia Qianqian announced in a loud crisp voice, she was shining with full of confidence. Not at all like a girl with crippled legs.
In front of all the villagers, Xia Qianqian knocked the stick against the ground. Click, the wooden stick as thick as a thin arm broke into two in one hit.
Jiang Li shuddered and felt cold all over. His hand started to hurt by just thinking about the consequences if that stick really did hit him.
Looking at the fate of the Jiang family’s father and son, all the villagers started to admire the little girl: what great strength! So wild and powerful!
Just then, Father Jiang woke up, touched the back of his head which was hurting very badly and asked, “who the f̲u̲c̲k̲i̲n̲g̲ dared to beat me?”
“It’s me.” Xia Qianqian answered in a clear voice.
Father Jiang froze for a moment, then looked at the scene in front of him, still in disbelief, he asked Jiang Li: “did she really beat me?”
“Dad, it’s her. Look at my hand, it’s all her doing…” Jiang Li started to cry miserably.
Father Jiang looked at his son’s hand and almost fainted: “Xia Qianqian, you little b̲i̲t̲c̲h̲ …”
Xia Qianqian picked up a stick from the ground and walked toward that father and son. Father Jiang subconsciously took a step back: “B*tch, what are you doing?”
“Who are you calling, b*tch?” Xia Qianqian’s stick was pointed at Father Jiang’s nose.
Father Jiang, who was used to being powerful, had fallen for a little girl’s tricks time and time again. So he had a stomach full of fire. He raised his hand, tried to take the stick and said harshly, “I’m just scolding you! Little b̲i̲t̲c̲h̲, little b̲i̲t̲c̲h̲ … ”
Xia Qianqian drew out the stick fiercely and threw it backhand, hitting Father Leg.
Father Jiang jumped up in pain and immediately got on his feet.
“I’ll ask you again, who are you calling a b̲i̲t̲c̲h̲?” Xia Qianqian questions while moving stick back and forth.
Her thin body was emitting an overwhelming aura. The cold moonlight shone on her jade like skin, adding a touch of coldness.
“I called you b̲i̲t̲c̲h̲!”
Without wasting another word, Xia Qian swung her stick.