RYEY -Chapter 314 Widow Liu

The large village suddenly fell silent. Everyone’s eyes turned toward Chen Weimin. Even Zhaodi climbed up, her eyes wide with fury, glaring viciously at Cuihua.

Ermao, having heard the commotion, had already returned to the scene. He immediately positioned himself in front of Cuihua, glaring at Zhaodi just as fiercely. Zhaodi was so frightened by Ermao’s gaze that she drew in a sharp breath.

Suddenly, she remembered: Wang Xiangyang and Ermao often went hunting in the mountains with Li Huan. She had seen Da Mao many times carrying a wild boar weighing one to two hundred jin down the mountain by himself.

Zhaodi quietly turned her head and met the gaze of Diao Jiaoyan. The corner of Diao Jiaoyan’s mouth lifted slightly, finally revealing a thin smile:

“Big sister, repaying debts is only natural. Start with two hundred yuan.”

Chen Weimin, no longer restrained by Zhaodi, finally got to his feet, but his stomach throbbed with pain, making it impossible to stand properly.

“Go get three hundred yuan and give it to them.”

“What? Three hundred? Are you out of your mind? How long will it take to save up that much?”

“Two hundred to repay Big Brother’s family. The remaining hundred, let’s just call it a penalty for my bad luck.”

“This big brother, I don’t like hearing that. What penalty? You wrote to us yourself, asking us to come and collect a huge compensation.”

Chen Weimin thought: I was so wrong, ridiculously so. I tried to scheme, but ended up being schemed against. No wonder Big Brother always said I lacked vision; I never believed him.

Today, he finally understood where he went wrong: don’t take on what you can’t handle. This hundred yuan is a lesson learned.

“Mother, go get the money. Let them leave, or our family’s pride will be gone.”

Chen Chunjiang glanced at Xiao Fang, the young intellectual watching from afar, and felt his teeth itch with anger. Among the intellectual youth, only a few hadn’t gotten into university; Xiao Fang was one of them.

He had liked Xiao Fang for a long time, but she had never given him a second glance. He had planned to pursue her once his family was wealthier—but now, fate had other plans, and his mother still hadn’t realized.

“What? You little brat! Just because our lips met, you expect me to hand over three hundred yuan? Go get it yourself! Eating, drinking, living off me, and still reaching out your arm? You little devil, stay away!”

Chen Chunjiang, overwhelmed by Zhaodi’s furious tirade, flushed red. He glanced at Xiao Fang, saw her gaze drifting toward him, and hurriedly lowered his head, running back home.

Chen Weimin, clutching his stomach, shifted his hand to his chest in anger. He was furious. He had done all this under the radar, only wanting a quick resolution, and now this damn woman was playing the same tricks again.

“Village Chief, I’ll pay the money. Also… I’m divorcing this woman.”

Chen Weimin took a deep breath to steady himself before looking at Li Huan, speaking with unwavering determination.

Zhaodi, still caught up in her anger and insults, suddenly froze, her throat blocked by something. She looked at Chen Weimin in shock. Did he just say he was divorcing her?

“Chen Weimin… I won’t live…”

Most of the villagers covered their eyes, unable to bear watching Zhaodi attack Chen Weimin from all directions. Even Chen Chunli, who had realized what was happening, could not hold back the nearly insane Zhaodi.

“Mother, mother, calm down! Father is just talking nonsense—he was beaten silly by Brother Huan. Don’t get too worked up.”

Zhaodi, however, shoved Chen Chunli aside. Nonsense? This man had threatened to divorce her more than once—when she had money, when she died, and now again.

“Huan Zai, I want to cut ties with him completely. Let him go be with Widow Liu as a pair of wild lovebirds.”

“What? Widow Liu? The woman next door to Xuhui’s family?”

“Oh… no wonder then…”

“Oh my, Widow Liu is way more flirtatious than Zhaodi. Hehe… oh, wife, wife, I was wrong. You’re far prettier than Widow Liu.”

The villagers perked up at the mention of Widow Liu, especially the men, who muttered crude things under their breath, their eyes wandering.

“You dead woman! I’m going to be clean with Widow Liu. If you dare spread rumors, I… I’ll beat you to death!”

Chen Weimin finally stood and lunged at Zhaodi. Ermao quickly pulled Cuihua and Xiaoniu aside, keeping a safe distance from this self-destructive couple.

“Village Chief, what’s going on? This trip alone cost us over two hundred in travel and food, not to mention lost work points.”

Li Huan nodded and took out four hundred yuan from his pocket, handing it to Elder Gao. Poor Gao Xiaohui had died a tragic death. Although she hadn’t always done good deeds in life, karma had already caught up with her.

“I’ll advance this money for now. By the end of the year, Chen Weimin can repay me with interest. Sign these receipts, and you can return home early.”

Wang Xiangyang was quick-thinking. He took paper and pen from his bag, writing a receipt and an IOU—one for Elder Gao and one for Chen Weimin.

Once both signed, he waved his hand. Everyone could now go about their business—forget the work points, the food, even the money.

The previously crowded village entrance emptied in an instant, leaving only the Gao family, the Chen family, Li Huan, and Wang Xiangyang. Li Huan glanced at Ermao, who immediately ran home.

“Thank you, Village Chief. We’re leaving now.”

The daughter they had long abandoned was dead, yet they could still take four hundred yuan home. Li Huan exhaled in disgust. What scum.

Glancing at his watch, it was almost mealtime. Just as he planned to have Zhao Hui return home with him, Aunt Wang ran over, inviting Li Huan and Zhao Hui to her home for a meal.

Wang Xiangyang smiled. In Xiangyang Village, Li Huan’s mother was gentle, but his own mother was meticulous and sharp-minded—knowing exactly when to be firm and when to soften, never making mistakes.

“Uncle, then let’s go to Xiangyang’s house. He and I grew up as bare-bottomed best buddies.”

“Uncle, I won’t be formal either. I’ll call you Uncle just like Brother Huan does.”

Zhao Hui nodded, smiling. Li Huan’s resolution earlier seemed harsh, but the sequence mattered: first, he subdued the Gao family by striking Chen Weimin, then applied a mix of reward and threat to resolve everything easily.

No wonder his niece liked Li Huan. She wasn’t just a young girl attracted to a charming man—he really had some skill.

As they walked toward Aunt Wang’s house, they were stopped by a shrill female voice:

“Village Chief, I’m innocent! I’m completely innocent! Chen Weimin and I have done nothing wrong. That Zhaodi falsely accused me! You must defend me!”

The group turned, seeing her sprawled on the ground, still maintaining a pitiful, coquettish pose. Everyone involuntarily closed their eyes. Aunt Wang even glanced to see if her old man was nearby.