An Shuchao’s face was green with rage. His dignity as a man trampled so thoroughly by her made him burn with shame and anger. A belly full of fury, a belly full of temper, with no outlet to vent, no place to vent.
He had always thought he was generous to Bai Xue, yet to his surprise, while his leg was still injured, she had an affair with Li Wangfu, the notoriously scandalous head of the production team in the entire village.
This was an outright insult to him! A complete and utter insult!
"Bai Xue, I was so wrong about you! I’m blind for letting you insult me ! I am truly blind! Your conscience must have been eaten by a dog! I don’t care about you anymore, go ahead! Beat you to death, you deserve it!" For the first time in his life, he erupted with such rage, uttering such bitter words.
Clenching his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging, he felt like he could explode at any moment.
"Old An! Old An!" Bai Xue cried out to him.
An Shuchao glared at her with eyes wide and red-rimmed, and with one last look said, "Divorce! We’ll go through with the procedures tomorrow! From then on, you go your way, I go mine! Don’t you or your daughter set foot in the An Family’s house ever again!"
Having said that, he hobbled away.
An Hao watched her father’s retreating figure, her heart sour and pitiable.
But then again, who could she blame?
Once An Shuchao had left, the village head, roused by the commotion, arrived, and several village cadres also hurried over to quell the disturbance.
Bai Xue did not escape the beating lightly and almost fled for her life as she was released.
Li Wangfu was not so fortunate. Lun Ying’e, too, was furious with her good-for-nothing husband. She declared in front of the entire village, "If any woman dares to mess with him again, I’ll fight her to the death!"
The villagers deeply loathed this corrupt production team leader, and seeing his downfall, they jumped at the chance to kick him while he was down. "Lun Ying’e, you keep shouting about castrating him every day in the courtyard, but why don’t you ever do it?"
"Exactly, what’s the point of keeping a man like that? He’s got the strength but doesn’t cultivate your fields, running off to plow someone else’s land instead. Why spare him?"
Lun Ying’e had also lost all hope for Li Wangfu.
Already burning with rage, she was further goaded by the villagers until her anger blazed even brighter.
Reflecting on their many years of marriage, his philandering had left her childless.
Not having children was one thing, but she had hardly spent a single happy day with this man. Even their marital relations were always rushed, with no consideration for her feelings.
Today he was ’tired,’ tomorrow he was ’tired’ again—she really wondered where all his energy went, presumably to other women.
Egged on by the villagers, she found her resolve and yanked Li Wangfu up by his hair from the ground as if he were a little chicken.
Seeing Lun Ying’e’s ferocious and despairing gaze, Li Wangfu knew he was doomed.
He pleaded urgently, "Wife, dear wife! Don’t listen to them babbling! You are in my heart! Really!"
"If I’m in your heart, how could you look for other women?"
"That’s right. His eyes turn green whenever he sees the young girls in our village. Lun Ying’e, you must punish him severely."
With the villagers egging her on, Li Wangfu was terrified. His wife could be very fierce, and when pushed, she was capable of anything.
"Stop your nonsense! If someone dies, will you take responsibility?" he yelled in panic.
Lun Ying’e gritted her teeth, her expression fierce. "They don’t take responsibility, I will!"
With that, she lifted her leg and delivered a brutal knee to Lun Wangfu’s groin.
A howl of agony erupted, and Li Wangfu was left gasping for air.
Her father and stepmother’s marriage had finally come to an end, and An Hao thought to herself that from now on, the An Family would welcome calm and peaceful days.