RYEY -Chapter 313 Huge Compensation

“It wasn’t me who wrote it.”

Chen Weimin took the letter. Seeing the familiar handwriting, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. But in an instant, he tore the letter to pieces and scattered it into the wind.

Diaojiao, watching the paper fluttering in the air, screamed in anger and lunged at Chen Weimin without thinking, scratching his face with one swipe.

Seeing three or four bloody scratches appear on Chen Weimin’s face, the villagers all stepped back. Wow, this woman was fierce—she drew blood on her first strike.

Zhaodi wasn’t standing by either. She was Chen Weimin’s wife; how could she just watch her husband being bullied? If she did nothing, she’d lose her place both in Xiangyang Village and at home.

Zhaodi joined in. Both women, with dirt under their fingernails, grabbed at each other—hair, face, using all their strength in a fierce fight.

The Gao family watched coldly without intervening. Chen Weimin and his two sons also stayed put. Only Li Huan moved.

He clenched his fists and punched Chen Weimin hard in the stomach. The blow was so strong that Li Huan felt his own wrist might cramp.

Shaking his arm and rubbing his wrist, Li Huan prepared to strike again—but Chen Chunlin and Chen Chun Jian finally snapped out of it, stepping in front of him and kneeling with a “thud.”

“Brother Huan, stop! My father was wrong. He shouldn’t have written that letter.”

“Brother Huan, stop! We won’t betray our family anymore. Please spare my father.”

Diaojiao and Zhaodi both stopped. Zhaodi saw Chen Weimin lying still on the ground and, terrified, leapt over, collapsing on him while crying and wailing.

Chen Weimin, already in pain from the punch to his stomach, felt even worse under Zhaodi’s weight. He wanted her to move, but no sound would come from his mouth, and veins bulged from his forehead in frustration.

But in Zhaodi’s eyes, her husband was on the verge of dying. Her eyes darted around until she saw Uncle Niu: “Brother Niu, quickly, bring your Old Ox over. I need to take my husband to the hospital!”

Uncle Niu rolled his eyes and pointed at his feet: “Go find Old Ox yourself down there.”

Zhaodi froze. With Aunt Wang’s laughter ringing in her ears, she realized—Old Ox had long since died. Her gaze fell on her two sons—they were so dense, they didn’t even know to bring the cart.

The Gao family started to get nervous. This village chief was far fiercer than the one in their Gao Village—he started fighting over nothing and had already beaten someone badly.

Beating people wasn’t even the strangest part. Oddly, none of the onlooking villagers cheered or shouted; they seemed used to this village chief’s violence.

If that was the case, causing trouble on his turf might be suicidal. The Gao patriarch closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and spoke:

“Village Chief, our daughter is gone. We didn’t even see her one last time. As her parents, we have to know the truth.”

Finally, the Gao patriarch couldn’t hold back any longer. He hesitated, then looked at Li Huan who spoke:

“Chen Damao had a wife originally. But your daughter shamelessly became a third party, interfering in his marriage, causing Chen Damao to divorce his first wife and sever all ties with his parents.”

The Gao patriarch was stunned. That letter never said their daughter was a third party! If that were true, coming here to demand an explanation would put him directly in the spotlight.

His two sons thought the same. They glared at Chen Weimin, the one who wrote the letter, claiming Gao Xiaohui was abused to death by Chen Damao and demanding either her life or compensation from the Chen family.

Life couldn’t be compensated for—the father was already in jail. That left only money. Originally, they had been disappointed in Gao Xiaohui anyway. She had gone to a Worker-Peasant-Soldier university, and now…

She had been expelled and fired from her job, and now she was dead. If it weren’t for that compensation claim, they wouldn’t care whether Gao Xiaohui lived or died.

“You wrote the letter asking us to demand huge compensation from the Chen family. You’re part of the Chen family, aren’t you? Why don’t you pay instead?”

The Gao patriarch looked at Chen Weimin, still struggling to push away Zhaodi. Chen Weimin’s family was shocked at his words:

“Why should my family pay? It wasn’t us who abused Gao Xiaohui to death!”

“Abuse? My daughter, whom I raised with so much effort, even studied at a Worker-Peasant-Soldier university—how could you abuse her? I’m going to the authorities. I’m going to sue your Chen family!”

Hearing about suing, some villagers started to get nervous. Chen Weimin had already killed someone. The village’s “advanced collective” status was maintained partly because of Chen Weimin’s own actions, and partly because Li Huan had been managing things carefully.

If these people involved the authorities and Gao Xiaohui’s case came out, could the village retain its honor? If not, their year-end bonuses would be gone.

The Gao patriarch’s eyes rolled nervously, but when he saw some villagers change color, he felt smug. Ordinary people were still afraid of the authorities.

“Go ahead. And I’ll call the Gao Village chief, too, and tell him that your daughter Gao Xiaohui was a third party who interfered in someone else’s marriage and became pregnant before marriage.”

The Gao patriarch instantly turned pale. If his daughter being a third party and pregnant before marriage became known, they couldn’t even stay in Gao Village—the family’s honor would be completely ruined.

He glanced at his wife. Diaojiao immediately understood her husband’s intent, grabbing Chen Weimin’s hair and crying out:

“Why did you write this letter to us? You spent all our money, delayed planting, and now our reputation is trampled. What’s your intention?”

The villagers slowly came back to their senses as Diaojiao’s cries echoed. They looked at Chen Weimin with suspicion. Why write this letter? What was his intention?

Cuihua laughed at the absurdity. What intention? Obviously, to kick someone when they’re down. Seeing everyone dead or captured, he deliberately came to stir up trouble.

“Big brother, Damao is my son. When he divorced my daughter-in-law for your daughter, I had the village chief issue a severance letter—so Damao is no longer my son.

But I am still a mother. I grieve for my child. You are a father; surely you grieve for your daughter.

So, as parents who have also lost a child, I am willing to give you two hundred yuan. Only, this money my husband had lent to his legitimate brother while he was alive hasn’t been repaid yet.”

Cuìhua pointed at Chen Weimin, shaking her head with disgust—an old debtor who refuses to repay money and still acts as a troublemaker. Even a troublemaker would scorn him for being incompetent.