CMWKSD -Chapter 12 Returning Fire with Fire

Ji Dajiang hung his arms limply at his sides, glaring viciously at Li Xiaocao and his own mother.
“Mother, don’t you want her dead?”

Hu Chunhua waved her hands in panic and even reached out to cover Ji Dajiang’s mouth.
“My son, it’s not that I don’t want to—but that wretched girl is too evil. None of us are a match for her!”

Ji Dajiang shot a glance at Li Xiaocao, who was pretending to be dead in the corner. The pain in his lower body constantly reminded him that he would never be a man again.

How could he possibly endure that? He had to take revenge.

Ji Dajiang looked at Li Xiaocao. “Take out what’s in the cabinet.”

Li Xiaocao stiffened. Hu Chunhua paused. “What thing?”

After Li Xiaocao took the item out, Ji Dajiang chased her out of the room, then handed the medicine packet to Hu Chunhua. “Mother, listen to me. This thing is colorless and tasteless. You go and pretend to apologize to that bitch, put it into her tea and make her drink it. After that, you don’t need to worry about anything else.”

Hu Chunhua only felt the packet burning in her hand and lowered her voice. “My son, what exactly is this?”

Ji Dajiang was silent for a moment. But now that his hands and his lower body were useless, and Li Xiaocao was timid to the extreme, he could only tell Hu Chunhua his plan. “This is the kind of medicine used in the brothels on girls who don’t behave.”

Hu Chunhua hadn’t expected Ji Dajiang to be so bold. She flung the packet away at once. “No, no, no, I’m not going. If that demon girl finds out, this old life of mine will really be finished.”

Seeing how domineering his mother usually was, yet how useless she became when things got serious, Ji Dajiang ground his teeth. “You just need to give it to her. Leave everything else to me. I’ll arrange it.”

Hu Chunhua frowned. “Arrange it how?”

Ji Dajiang knew plenty of local hooligans. Since Jiu Yue dared to ruin him, he would make that demon woman beg for life but be unable to die.

“Don’t worry about it. Just come find me tomorrow morning. I’ll take you to collect the body.”

Hu Chunhua covered her mouth. “Col… collect the body?”

Ji Dajiang cast her a sideways glance. “You only know that demon girl is hard to deal with. But didn’t you promise the Wang family to send their young master a bride? Is the Wang family easy to deal with? That Wang young master has at most three to five days left—where else can you find someone this suitable? If our Ji family can’t deliver a person, the Wang family, the richest household in town, could crush us as easily as crushing an ant.”

Seeing Hu Chunhua waver, Ji Dajiang continued to coax her gently. “Even if you don’t think about us, you should think about your three grandsons studying in town. If the Wang family targets us, those three boys will have no future. Gouwa even said he wanted to earn you a noble title someday.”

Hu Chunhua was the type who couldn’t withstand instigation. The moment a noble title was mentioned, the fear she had just felt was pushed aside—perhaps not forgotten, but suppressed.

After all, the bold die of fullness, the timid die of hunger.

Before Hu Chunhua could agree, Ji Shan walked in from outside. As the head of the household, his authority had been challenged; the entire family had been controlled by a little girl. How could Ji Shan tolerate it? He snatched the medicine packet from Hu Chunhua’s hand. “Go!”

Ji Dajiang lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, a trace of viciousness flashing at the bottom of his gaze. That little bitch Jiu Yue—he would avenge the grudge of being ruined by making her be violated to death.

“Make her drink it in half an hour.”

With that, Ji Dajiang endured the pain in his lower body and slipped out through the back door of the courtyard. He found a few hooligan friends he knew and told them to come to his house by the window in half an hour—he had something good for them.

He hadn’t explained things too clearly because his own son was still studying. As an uncle, drugging his niece-in-law and letting others violate her—if that got out, his son would surely be criticized.

But if Jiu Yue ended up actively seducing them after the drug took effect, then the villagers would have nothing to say. The medicine was potent—he didn’t believe Jiu Yue could endure it.

As for Ji Yiqing, he wouldn’t be home for at least another two hours. By then, everything would already be too late.

And Ji Dahai and Su Ruo? Those two useless people—he could send them away with just a few words.

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Hu Chunhua and Ji Shan stood hunched and trembling in front of Jiu Yue, while Ji Dahu and the others hid in the shadows watching.

Jiu Yue held a bowl of tea—the so-called apology tea that Hu Chunhua and Ji Shan had specially brought her.

She lifted it and sniffed lightly, raising an eyebrow. Professional match, wasn’t it? She had come into contact with this stuff when she was four or five years old—an extremely potent drug modified from various ancient formulas.

What was in this tea was only the ordinary version.

Jiu Yue looked at the two shameless old people before her with a half-smile. She hadn’t provoked them, so why did they insist on jumping in front of her again and again?

They couldn’t beat her. As for arguing—Jiu Yue’s tongue wasn’t sharp enough. So if words didn’t work, then fight.

“You really want me to drink this cup of tea?”

Hu Chunhua cautiously glanced at Jiu Yue. Seeing the subtle look in Ji Shan’s eyes, she hardened her heart. “Yes, Jiu Yue girl. Look, you and Yiqing are already married—you’re my granddaughter-in-law now. There have been too many misunderstandings between us these past two days. Just treat it as us grandparents being in the wrong.”

That was a very tall hat indeed. In ancient times, it was said that parents were never wrong. Even if elders went too far, in an era where filial piety was supreme, there was no such thing as elders apologizing to juniors.

Hu Chunhua and Ji Shan had put Jiu Yue on a pedestal—drink it or not, she would be wrong either way. Clearly, they were forcing her to drink the tea.

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue a few times. The drug was said to be colorless and tasteless, but it actually still had a very faint flavor. Jiu Yue had dealt with all kinds of Chinese and Western medicine all year round—one glance was enough for her to know exactly what it was.

“Really drinking it?” she said, lifting the bowl to her lips as if she were about to swallow it the next second. Hu Chunhua and Ji Shan’s eyes lit up with joy, staring eagerly at the bowl in her hands.

But then Jiu Yue flipped her wrist, grabbed Hu Chunhua by the chin, and when Ji Shan tried to run, kicked him straight to the ground.

Ignoring Hu Chunhua clawing at her hand, Jiu Yue remained immovable and forcefully poured the big bowl of tea into Hu Chunhua’s mouth. Hu Chunhua struggled desperately, but it was useless—Jiu Yue’s strength was so great it almost dislocated her jaw.

Gulp, gulp—two or three mouthfuls went down.

There was still a little left in the bowl.

Ji Shan lay under Jiu Yue’s foot, crying out in pain. Jiu Yue flung Hu Chunhua to the ground. Hu Chunhua lay there coughing nonstop, frantically digging at her own throat.

Jiu Yue squatted down and patted Ji Shan’s face. “Such good stuff—of course you old couple should enjoy it properly.”

With that, Jiu Yue poured the remaining dregs straight down Ji Shan’s throat.