70 Get Lost If You Can’t Do That
Everyone’s face turned pale when they looked at Xie Heng, whose eyes were covered with a piece of white cloth. None of them dared to oppose him and quickly turned to leave.
“Here I am, willing to pay 25 cents a day…” Zhao Chuchu sighed intentionally.
Those people immediately stopped.
That was much higher pay than the jobs they could get.
They would never have made that condition if they knew that the Xie clan would pay so much.
“Chuchu, I was just joking. Can I join?” one of the people suddenly turned around and asked with a forced smile. “I promise you that I’ll work hard.”
“No!” Zhao Chuchu refused without any hesitation.
Xie Heng had already mentioned that they wouldn’t hire people who tried to hurt her, so it made sense that she refused.
She used to help them out of kindness, and they repaid that kindness by trying to kill her.
They would’ve already been dead if it was another person in her shoe.
She was the type who held grudges, and apologizing would never be enough.
Those people tried to sweet-talk Zhao Chuchu into giving them the job, but she didn’t accept a single one of them.
They could only leave angrily after that.
“Are they dumb? Do they really expect me to give them such a high-paying job after they’ve tried to kill me?” Zhao Chuchu scoffed and turned to look at Xie Heng.
It was as if he knew she was looking at him, and he gently raised his head to meet her eyes.
Zhao Chuchu waved her hand in front of his eyes and asked, “Can you see through the cloth or something?”
Xie Heng grinned and did not reply.
Just as they headed back into the house, Madam Yang arrived.
Zhao Chuchu noticed the woman and raised a brow. “Did she forget her punishment already?”
“Go cure your uncle’s legs!”
Zhao Chuchu almost couldn’t hold her laugh in.
“What? I have already come to ask for your help. What more do you need?”
“Ask? That sounds more like an order to me. Do you still need me to teach you how to ask for someone’s help? You should say, ‘Chuchu, please help cure Baogen’s legs.'”
“You…”
“What? You can’t? Then, get lost.” Zhao Chuchu pointed at her gate.
Madam Yang was so shocked by the lady’s pressure.
She gulped, and with her shaky voice, she begged, “P-please, help me cure Baogen’s and Baotian’s legs. I know I was wrong, but our family will be in shambles if they can’t walk again.”
Even with the slight tears in Madam Yang’s eyes, Zhao Chuchu wasn’t moved by the woman.
“Did you guys let me live when I begged you? I can cure them, but you’ll have to pay up. Fifty cents for two people.”
“50 cents? Why don’t you rob a bank instead?” Madam Yang roared.
“Oh? 100 cents then.”
“Zhao Chuchu! They are your uncles!”
“The same uncles who tried to rob me and sell me to a brothel?”
“They were just trying to scare you.”
“Well, I’m sorry for being timid.”
Madam Yang was so infuriated that she stared into Zhao Chuchu’s eyes.
The doctor had concluded that her son’s legs could not be cured. However, Zhao Guitang was making a recovery, and the doctor said that he might be able to walk again.
“What do you want?”
“Easy. Fifty cents and proof of disowning.”
Before that, Zhao Chuchu had no idea that even a divorced woman could not set up her household if her father’s family were still present.
If she had known back then, she would’ve gotten the proof of disowning back when she cured the plague.
She couldn’t form her own household if she had that.
Although she didn’t care much about filial piety, it was still a considerable matter to people in the past.
“I can pay you, but you’ll never get the proof!” Madam Yang knew how important the proof of disowning was.
“Then, you’re sealing your sons’ fates. Let me tell you this. After I cure Da Lang’s eyes, I can leave the village whenever I want. You’ll never be able to control me.” Zhao Chuchu smiled and turned to look at Xie Heng, still standing at the door. “Right, hubby?”
Hearing the lady call her hubby, Xie Heng suddenly felt that it sounded better than Da Lang. “Yes.” He nodded.