Wang Baozhu, though young, was a clever girl. When she realized that the man wouldn’t let her go, and that calling for help might provoke him to kill her, she immediately adjusted her attitude, stopped resisting, and even proactively stripped off her clothes, negotiating terms with him, "I’m still tender, Uncle Zheng, please be gentle..."
Zheng Kuan, unable to wait any longer, pounced on her, thinking to himself that she indeed was a slut, so young and already so lustful. He regretted any compassion he had felt earlier and made a decision, from now on, whenever he saw this little wench, he would take her directly; she didn’t cost any money and was cleaner than the brothel girls...
Zheng Kuan was an old hand at this, even with only one arm, it was still easy for him to handle Wang Baozhu, and soon he had the young girl writhing in ecstasy.
"Better than that Tian Gouzi, right?" Zheng Kuan was naturally more excited; the cries of an innocent girl were even more satisfying than those of a brothel’s, and they made it impossible for him to stop.
"Stronger..." Lady Baozhu finally truly enjoyed herself for a while, and like her mother and Widow Lu, she began to moan. She finally realized that Tian Gouzi was indeed too weak; such a man was definitely not worth wanting...
But let’s not dwell on the sordid affairs at the foot of the mountain and return to Yang Ruxin. Upon entering the old house, she didn’t stand on ceremony but immediately sent Yang Peili to her home to fetch someone. Uncle Xiaowu had been severely poisoned, and his recovery would be difficult; one or two silver pieces were surely not enough. He was a member of the Yang Family, and he couldn’t be allowed to die in his own home.
Yang Peili didn’t think much of it and was about to go and fetch the person, but Yang Anshi leaped into action, "Fetch what? Weren’t you the one who arrogantly took the person away? Now you want to return him just because he’s not cured? No way..."
Yang Ruxin laughed in exasperation, "Uncle Xiaowu hasn’t even split from the family, and all the household chores are done by him. Why should you stop caring just because he’s unwell? If you really don’t care, then let’s split him from the family. Whether he lives or dies, I’ll take care of it..."
"Dream on, I won’t allow him to separate from the family, whether he lives or dies he must stay in this house," Yang Anshi declared, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "If he dies, we’ll bury him; if he lives, he must work..."
Yang Ruxin was momentarily at a loss for words, no wonder Uncle Xiaowu had cried so much. She could only look towards Yang Peili, "How about you?"
"I..." Yang Peili was at a loss for words.
"Since it’s like this, I won’t ask you to bring Xiaowu back, nor do I want any silver. However, I will make sure the poison that afflicted Uncle Xiaowu comes back to haunt you. When the time comes..." Yang Ruxin suddenly smiled, a sincere smile, "you will taste the suffering Uncle Xiaowu endured." With that, she turned and left.
"Xinxin..." Yang Peili quickly called out to Yang Ruxin, "He’s my son, how could I not care? It’s just that our family has no one to take care of him, so you’ll have to work hard." He looked towards Yang Anshi, "Go get the silver..."
Although Yang Anshi was reluctant, the thought of Yang Ruxin poisoning her, recalling the agony she had suffered previously from Daya’s poisoning, made her apprehensive. So, she didn’t say another word but went inside and brought out two silver pieces, "That’s all there is, we have to save a few pieces for Song Ge to continue school..."
"We’ll make do with this for now," Yang Ruxin unexpectedly said. She had thought even one piece of silver would be good enough, and promptly took the silver, "I’ll cover the rest, but once Yang Baixiang recovers, he must work to repay the debt. No objections, right?"
"Who knows if you’ll recklessly spend the silver?" Feng Caie watched the silver with pain, unable to face the thought, but not daring to speak up; she only muttered quietly.