RYEY -Chapter 273 Stop the Purchases

Wang Xiangyang was also annoyed with Lin Xinxin. He had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless. Brother Huan had already announced that he was married and had five kids, yet this woman just wouldn’t leave him alone.

The car wobbled its way to the county seat. Uncle Niu was already waiting at the station. This Erlizi came home every week, and Uncle Niu arranged transportation for him each time—but this time, there was a young lady along as well.

“Li Huan, may I come visit your home?”

Hearing that sweet, delicate voice, Uncle Niu’s whole body went goosebumps. Then he looked at Li Huan disapprovingly. She’d only been in school for half a year and was already pulling these low-class tricks.

“Uncle Niu, can you go to my house and bring my wife here?”

Uncle Niu’s eyes lit up—so Cheng Qiao was in the county too. He rolled his eyes at Lin Xinxin. Less than half an hour later, Cheng Qiao, holding little Nuan, leisurely climbed into Uncle Niu’s cart and arrived.

Before Cheng Qiao could even get off the cart, Li Huan scooped her down into his strong arms. Not only did he wrap his arms around Cheng Qiao, but little Li Nuan was hugged along as well.

He then smiled at Cheng Qiao while playing with little Nuan for a moment. Seeing a small crowd had gathered, he loudly explained:

“Wife, this shameless classmate secretly followed me here. I have absolutely nothing to do with her. Oh, and she keeps bothering me. I keep telling her I already have a wife and five kids, but she’s like an idiot and doesn’t understand.”

“What? That actually happens? That’s too shameless!”

Cheng Qiao twitched her face. This man’s competitive streak was indeed strong—otherwise, he wouldn’t think of humiliating someone in public like this.

Wang Xiangyang quickly raised his hand, loudly vouching for Li Huan: “Sister-in-law, everything Brother Huan said is true. As soon as we entered the university, this woman blocked him. Totally shameless.”

Lin Xinxin’s face turned dark red. She stared at Cheng Qiao, unable to believe her eyes. So Li Huan really had a wife and children—and his wife was…

The cruel remarks from the crowd made Lin Xinxin want to crawl into a hole. She glared resentfully at Li Huan, then turned and left. Cheng Qiao smiled at Li Huan, shaking her head at his proud expression:

“There’s no long-distance bus back to Huancheng today. If something happens to this classmate here, won’t someone come looking for trouble?”

Li Huan froze for a moment, then could only look at Wang Xiangyang. Wang Xiangyang quickly stepped back. What a joke—he had a wife too, and in a few months, he’d be a father.

The two of them turned to Uncle Niu, who shook his head with a sigh. He handed the whip to Li Huan, then walked quickly to stop Lin Xinxin, arranging a room for her at a local inn.

Because Lin Xinxin had a student ID from the Workers-Peasants-Soldiers University, a room was quickly arranged. Just before she entered, Uncle Niu said:

“Miss, don’t take what isn’t yours, and don’t long for someone who isn’t yours. Otherwise, you’ll ruin your reputation. Believe me, this rascal Li Huan is capable of it.”

Lin Xinxin suddenly felt a chill. From the moment she first saw Li Huan to the public humiliation just now, she realized she’d been putting her heart in the wrong place.

By the time she thought to thank Uncle Niu, he had already left, knowing his help would be rewarded with lunch.

Sure enough, a few people were already waiting at the state-run restaurant. Li Huan promptly bought a bottle of strong liquor, letting Uncle Niu drink his fill.

“Brother Huan, you think this woman won’t be foolish again, right?”

“Heh, if she dares to harass me again, I’ll make sure she’s completely ruined.”

Li Huan’s tone was casual, but Wang Xiangyang could sense the deep ruthlessness behind it. This was the real Li Huan—not the overly agreeable village chief.

After lunch, Wang Xiangyang drove Uncle Niu home. Uncle Niu boasted about his drinking ability, but he passed out after one cup. Clearly, he was all talk, so Wang Xiangyang drove him back.

“Brother Huan, aren’t you going back?”

“We still have things to do. We’ll go back tonight.”

Wang Xiangyang nodded and left. The two went to the supply and marketing cooperative to restock household items, then returned home. Today was Shouhou’s delivery day.

Shouhou entered with several people pulling carts loaded with bags of corn, sweet potatoes, eggs, and other supplies.

Li Huan quickly paid. Shouhou smiled, patted little Nuan’s cheek, and told Cheng Qiao that Qiu Min was pregnant again, hoping she’d have another adorable little girl like Nuan.

Cheng Qiao nodded, handing Shouhou a bag of brown sugar and a bag of milk powder—since she was pregnant, nutrition was important. Shouhou refused to take them, having already earned a lot following Li Huan.

“Your sister-in-law gives it to you, so take it. It’s not for you to eat—why refuse?”

Shouhou looked at Li Huan and had no choice but to put it in his backpack. Then he said something that made Cheng Qiao and Li Huan serious:

“Brother Huan, be careful these days. Many strangers have come to the county seat, and there are more cars than before. Who knows what might happen?”

“Then stop collecting goods for now. Wait until things calm down.”

Shouhou nodded and left. Cheng Qiao stored the goods in the space, then locked the door with a big padlock. Li Huan pushed the bicycle, letting Cheng Qiao hold little Nuan safely before heading home.

“Wife, what do you think might happen?”

Cheng Qiao shook her head. Whatever happens, it’s probably people coming to pick someone up. When it’s Xiangyang Village’s turn, who will be the first to leave?

A week later, Workers-Peasants-Soldiers University went on break. The New Year was approaching, but this year didn’t feel very good. Chen Damao returned home, and the first thing he did was ask Zhang Yuefang for a divorce.

The villagers expected Zhang Yuefang to cry and make a scene at the village chief’s house, but she agreed immediately, quickly packed her things, and moved to the youth point that same night.

Cuihua looked at Zhang Yuefang’s small bundle—just a few personal clothes. Clearly, this eldest daughter-in-law had been ready for Damao’s divorce request.

That night, the Chen household echoed with Damao’s wails. Chen Weidang was not blind—he had seen everything. But with the distance, he couldn’t intervene. Now that it was in his hands, he could finally teach Damao a lesson. Two firewood sticks were broken, but Chen Weidang was still not satisfied.

Finally, Ermao and Cuihua had to hold him back. After all, Damao was a university student; injuring him could affect his studies. It wasn’t worth the risk.