Can you believe this?
So, she stormed off with her young son to Ye Zi’an’s house. Originally, Ye Zi’an had been at Yang Chuxia’s house, but a group of young adults similar in age to Ye Zi’an, who had come to wish Yang Chuxia a happy new year, decided spontaneously to visit Ye Zi’an’s house.
Ye Zi’an then led them home. But just as he was pouring water for his guests, Ms.Hua Junior and her son arrived.
Ms.Hua Junior’s temper seemed to flare up even more, and she tried to attack Ye Zi’an, but the villagers stopped her.
"Ms.Hua Junior, let me tell you straight. The house you’re living in, I personally repossessed it." Yang Chuxia said without any mercy, looking at the ragged-looking Ms.Hua Junior, "Hmph, with you two looking as you do, do you really think you can come back to our Yangshu Village? Let me make it clear, forget about it. Get lost as soon as possible. After what your eldest son did, both of you were exiled from our village, Yangshu Village."
"And don’t go around claiming to be Brother An’s wife anymore either. No matter where you are, if I ever hear you say anything like that again, I’ll rip your mouth to pieces. Let me make it clear, your names are no longer in Brother An’s household registry. And since today is New Year’s Day, I don’t want to end up causing a bloody scene. So you two can leave now. If not, I’ll have someone make you leave."
"On what grounds? You have no right to do this!" Ms.Hua Junior roared, "I will not leave Yangshu Village. If you force us to leave, I’ll hang myself in front of the village and curse the whole village. Yang Huzi, as the Land Officer of Yangshu Village, you don’t think about the villagers at all. Seeing us, a mother and son, homeless, you show no sympathy. You’re not fit to be the Land Officer."
"Shut up!" Yang Chuxia took a step towards Ms.Hua Junior, "My great-grandfather didn’t tolerate you and your son in Yangshu Village precisely because he was thinking about the villagers. Think about the things your eldest son has done. Think about the things you’ve done. Who would dare to live in the same village as you? As for hanging yourself, why don’t you just go ahead? Do you need me to find you a rope?"
"You, you!" Ms.Hua Junior was no match for Yang Chuxia in terms of quick witted comebacks. After being silenced by Yang Chuxia’s words, she started plotting how to stay in Yangshu Village and regain her house.
But after much thought, she found there was no way out. They were clearly in the wrong this time. Just then, her eyes landed on Ms.Liu, who was also there to watch the drama. She thought about her exiled eldest son.
With an odd twitch at the corner of her mouth, she said, "Yang Chuxia, if you don’t let us stay in Yangshu Village, if you don’t let Brother An give our house back, I will tell everyone about Yang Dongzhi..."
At this point, Ms.Hua Junior was desperate, forgetting about the past animosity between the first and third branches of her family, and dared to threaten Yang Chuxia with the matter concerning Yang Dongzhi.
But regardless of the relationship between the first and third branches, did she, Ms.Hua Junior, think she could threaten Yang Chuxia?
Thus, as soon as Ms.Hua Junior mentioned the three words, "Yang Dongzhi", Yang Chuxia took action. She quickly came over to Ms.Hua Junior, stuffed a handkerchief she had been carrying into Ms.Hua Junior’s mouth before she could say anything more, then added some grass to keep her quiet. She then grabbed Ms.Hua Junior’s arms, preventing her from moving.
"Brother An, get me a rope."
In the blink of an eye, Ye Zi’an brought a rope. Yang Chuxia took it, tied Ms.Hua Junior up tightly, and then threw her on the ground.
Looking at Ye Zi’yong, he showed no reaction to his mother being tied up. He still wore his usual feminine smile.