USWHC -Chapter 98 My Woman (Part 8)

“Ah! My clothes!” Ji Mei shouted in alarm.

But before she could fully yell, she heard Zhu Jie panic even more, crying out, “Oh my God! Look at what I’ve done! How could I be so stupid!”

Tears, which had been held back until now, suddenly poured down like rain. Ji Mei was stunned by her crying—wait, shouldn’t she be the one crying?

Then Zhu Jie’s frustration escalated further. She lifted the hoe high above her head, shouting with rage, “It’s all useless! Everything’s useless! I don’t want to live anymore!” With that, she swung the hoe toward herself.

Ji Mei was completely stunned by this. Her eyes, which had been full of irritation, suddenly sparkled with something like stars—she’s going to harm herself?

Perfect! Wonderful!

Before she could even cheer, Zhu Jie stumbled again, seemingly stepping on something in her panic. Her whole body trembled, and the hoe in her hands wobbled precariously.

This time, Ji Mei learned to be cautious. When the hoe had nearly struck before, she had been terrified—her heart nearly stopped.

Although the hoe ultimately fell to the side, the mental shock of seeing it swing toward her had left a lingering fear that still made her shiver just thinking about it.

“Sis, watch out!” Zhu Jie, in her panic, swung the hoe around clumsily while taking tiny, scattered steps like she was dancing a twisted folk dance. And yet, even in this chaos, the first thing she thought of was warning Ji Mei—what kind of friendship is this? It could move anyone to tears.

Ji Mei let out a loud “Waaah!” and did cry—but sadly, not from being touched by friendship—she cried because the hoe was about to land on her!

The hoe seemed almost alive. When she dodged left, it tipped left; when she dodged right, Zhu Jie staggered and swung it to the right. Ji Mei scrambled backward.

Then came a loud bang! Her chest—her proud, high-standing chest, the one thing that still outshone Zhu Jie—was struck directly! Flattened!

“Ah!” The pain had barely begun to sink in when she heard a ripping sound—her skirt! Her skirt had been torn down the front!

What?! Front and back ripped?! How is she supposed to face anyone now?

“Sis! Sis!” Zhu Jie’s wailing echoed continuously, as if afraid no one could hear her, resonating across the whole village.

Ji Mei saw Zhu Jie raising the hoe again, charging at her, and she screamed, stumbling backward in fright. She dared not hesitate—she ran, crying and screaming, “No! Don’t come near me! Help!”

Zhu Jie chased her a few steps but then could no longer contain herself. She suddenly stopped and, not caring who was watching, bent over and laughed!

Yes, everything that just happened was on purpose. Seeing Ji Mei in such a pitiful state, she couldn’t resist laughing—it would have been a shame not to.

“Who is that?” A villager who had heard the commotion stepped outside and saw a crazy woman with her hair disheveled running past.

“Hey, what is she wearing? Even her underpants are showing! How shameless!” An older woman saw Ji Mei running toward her and widened her eyes in shock.

“Ah! What’s behind her?” someone else shouted in alarm. “Is that a dudou?”

“Ugh, disgusting! Where did this fox spirit come from, showing herself like that?!”

The village women were famously conservative, and this was old-fashioned times. None had ever seen a backless outfit. Ji Mei’s dash past them was like dropping an ice cube into hot oil—the whole village exploded in shock.

“Sis, Ji Mei sis, don’t run!” Yet amidst everyone’s astonishment, a concerned voice rang from behind Ji Mei, successfully explaining everything to the onlookers.

“Ah? That’s the youngest of the Ji family?”

“Wait, wait, wait… is she crazy?”