He Jinxuan took a few steps forward, then turned to Lyu Juncheng and said: "Lyu Juncheng, if you’re a man, take responsibility. Control your wife and kids. If this happens again, don’t blame me for dealing with you. I mean what I say. If you don’t believe it, you can try."
He had been angry for a while, but Yu Xinyan felt this was a matter between women and kept signaling for him not to interfere.
This family really has a screw loose.
After a few steps, He Jinxuan still remembered to buy ribs.
Yu Xinyan watched him line up with a cold face and smiled, saying: "It’s alright, I didn’t lose out anyway. Don’t be mad. It’s not worth arguing with them."
Looking at the smiling face of the little girl, He Jinxuan felt less angry and thought to himself: It seems that for that matter, I need to work harder. He didn’t want the little girl to see that disgusting family again, but he remembered today’s event.
Yao Hui was frightened by He Jinxuan’s cold face and harsh words and didn’t dare to say anything more.
Lyu Juncheng was worried about his son’s injury, and knowing that continuing the conflict would not be in his favor, he hurriedly took his family to the clinic.
The drama was over, and the crowd dispersed. However, some of the onlookers knew Lyu Juncheng, so the affairs of the Lyu Family were naturally known to some. Encountering such an explosive incident, they couldn’t help but gossip and exaggerate the story.
As a result, before Lyu Juncheng even returned to the village, the events that happened in town were already spreading back to the village, with multiple versions of the story circulating.
In Beilan Village, Lyu Juanzi had already been to the gate several times: "Mom, why haven’t Third Brother and the others come back yet?"
Mrs. Lyu wiped her hands on her apron: "They should be back soon. Don’t stand outside. Come inside and take care of your skin. The sun is strong now; you don’t want to get tanned."
Lyu Juanzi heard her mother’s words and turned to go back inside: "Mom, what do you think Third Brother and the others will prepare for my dowry?"
Mrs. Lyu said confidently: "Don’t worry, you’re the only sister your Third Brother has, he won’t treat you poorly."
Lyu Juanzi linked her arm with her mother’s: "Of course, Third Brother has doted on me since I was little."
The mother and daughter talked as they entered the house.
Sun Yin Hua, the eldest son’s wife, whispered in the kitchen: "Second Sister-in-law, what do you think Little Brother-in-law and his wife will bring for Little Sister-in-law’s dowry?"
Zhang Aitang, the Lyu Family’s second son’s wife, smirked: "I couldn’t guess, but it’s definitely more valuable than what our families got."
Sun Yin Hua glanced outside and found no one in the yard, then whispered: "That’s not necessarily true. The other day, Mother-in-law and Little Sister-in-law had a huge argument over the phone with Third Sister-in-law."
Zhang Aitang burst into laughter, not knowing what she was thinking: "What if Little Brother-in-law doesn’t bring any big items? Wouldn’t Mother-in-law and Little Sister-in-law be furious?"
Sun Yin Hua was afraid that their words would be overheard by Mother-in-law and cautiously checked the kitchen doorway: "Whether they get mad or not isn’t my concern. I’m just afraid that if Little Brother-in-law doesn’t bring any big items, Mother-in-law will use public money to save face, and then we’ll suffer."
Zhang Aitang’s face became unpleasant at these words: "That won’t do. When Little Brother-in-law comes back, we’ll have to keep a close eye on things."
Sun Yin Hua nodded: "You’re right, Second Sister-in-law, we need to be extra vigilant."
*
At the Yu Family, almost everyone was gathered.
Yu’s mother looked at the packed room: "Old man, what do you say we should do?"
Yu’s father knocked the ashes from his pipe onto the ground: "Didn’t I tell you not to have any designs on Xinyan? Who told you to call them back?"
Yu’s mother said angrily: "Didn’t you hear what Erli and the others said? There was a man with Yu Xinyan, he could very well be that dead girl’s new boyfriend."
Yu’s father asked irritably: "What are you suggesting?"
Yu’s mother, with greed written all over her face, said: "If that man is really that dead girl’s boyfriend, shouldn’t we be able to get some betrothal money from him?"
Yu’s father remained silent.
Yu’s mother, seeing the old man not speaking, continued: "If he really is that dead girl’s boyfriend, we should talk directly to him. Asking for a betrothal gift from the bride’s family is only right."