59: Chapter 59: What Kind of Relative is This?
59: Chapter 59: What Kind of Relative is This?
Hearing Madam Lu tell them to scram, Zhou Yingmei indeed panicked a little, her hand clutching Wufu’s sleeve.
This home, given to her and her mother by her father, was also the only place where they could find shelter.
Where would they live if they left?
Most importantly, what would they do if Wufu’s father came looking for them but couldn’t find them?
Madam Zhou instinctively wanted to kneel down and admit her wrongs as she had done before, but Wufu caught her hand and didn’t let her knees bend.
Looking at her, she saw her daughter’s eyes were fierce and tenacious, as if to say, if you dare kneel, I will have the power to destroy heaven and earth.
Madam Zhou swallowed hard and said to Madam Lu, “This house, our father let us live here, he gave it to me, we, we’re not leaving.”
Nothing but a shameless thing.
Our father was confused before, that’s why he let you stay here.
Out of respect for him, if you lived here quietly and honestly, that would be fine, but you keep causing trouble, time and time again, acting so shamefully.” Madam Lu saw Madam Zhou soften and her own arrogance immediately surged; she stood with hands on hips, chin lifted, as if she owned the place.
Madam Zhou’s eyes reddened, she choked back sobs and said, “No, we didn’t.”
What about Xiuxiu’s hand?
It was your daughter who twisted it.
Born of a mother but no father’s teaching, where did she learn such insolence?
Let me tell you, this time you’ll compensate one tael of silver for Xiuxiu’s injuries.
Otherwise, get out!” Madam Lu’s greedy gaze fixed on them, for she had heard from Xiuxiu that Wufu had silver to buy sweets, and even shared them with others!
Wufu’s face turned dark as she stepped in front of Madam Zhou, her cold eyes fixed on Madam Lu: “Who are you acting so high and mighty with?”
Her voice was as cold as the eternal snow on an iceberg, the chill piercing to the heart.
With a flick of her toe, she flipped a tile up from the ground, catching it in her hand.
Madam Lu and Zhou Xiuer could see it clearly, and they took steps back in fear.
Without even bending over, she picked up that broken porcelain shard?
What kind of sorcery was this?
But that wasn’t the point; the point was that the tile in her hand, with its sharp edge, was pointed right at them.
“What, what are you trying to do?” Madam Lu’s voice sounded harsh but shaky as she swallowed hard and said, “I’ll have you know, murder carries a penalty of death, you little bitch…
The tile whizzed by Madam Lu’s ear, bringing a cold wind with it, and a few strands of hair drifted gently down.
Madam Lu and Zhou Xiuer collapsed to the ground together, frightened.
When she said she would act, she would do so without any hesitation or talk; that was Wufu’s style.
Madam Lu screamed nonstop, her eyes wild with terror as she watched Wufu approach step by step, as if she had seen a ghost.
She, this little wench, she wanted to kill them, she was sure of it.
“Mother.” Zhou Xiuer was also very scared, clutching tightly at Madam Lu’s arm.
“Don’t come any closer, stay away!” Madam Lu grabbed back her daughter’s hand, her plump behind scrabbling backwards.
“Haven’t I warned you before not to make trouble in my home?” Wufu picked up another tile, this one larger than the one before.
“Wufu, stop!” Having regained her senses, Madam Zhou hugged Wufu tightly while shouting at Madam Lu, “Aren’t you going to leave quickly?”
“Mother.” Zhou Xiuer, crying, tugged at Madam Lu, pulling and dragging her, forcing her mother out of the house.
“Wufu, let it be,” Madam Zhou soothed Wufu, pleading, “They are relatives, they are our kin, please don’t…”
Wufu turned back, her voice dripping with scorn, “What kind of relatives are they supposed to be?”
How could relatives force a widowed mother and her orphaned daughter to their deaths, how could they be like bloodsucking vampires, ruthlessly taking and demanding?
Oh foolish mother, what kind of relatives are these?