Chapter 126: Xie Jian Refuses to Back Down

As soon as Zeng Xiaofan left, a figure emerged from the shadows, eyes fixed with malice on the direction he had headed.

The figure was none other than Xie Jian, who had just been doused with hot urine.

"Damn it... I heard this little brat has been acting pretty high and mighty lately," he spat. "I don't care how much of a spotlight you're in. If you dare cross me, I’ll show you just how devastating a fist the size of a sandbag can be!"

"Pah!" Xie Jian spat in the direction Zeng Xiaofan had gone before turning toward Lin Yuru’s house.

Lin Yuru was just stepping out to close the courtyard gate when she ran straight into Xie Jian.

"You shameless beast! You dare show your face here again?" she scolded, her voice sharp with anger. "Did you not drink enough urine?"

Xie Jian took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of her body, and let out a lewd, grating laugh. "It’s my sister-in-law’s urine; I can never get enough of that..."

"Disgusting pig!" she hissed. "Get lost!"

As she spoke, Lin Yuru pulled twenty thousand yuan from her pocket and threw it at him. "You’re here at the right time. Here is your twenty thousand. We are even now! I’ll let it slide that you cornered me in the fruit shed and touched me through my clothes, but if you ever dare to harass me again, I won't be so polite!"

Xie Jian frowned as he looked at the money. "What’s this, sister-in-law? Why are you refusing the money? Didn't you say you were in a desperate hurry to pay for your sister's medical treatment?"

Lin Yuru’s face turned cold. "Do you think I would have given a scumbag like you the chance to exploit me otherwise? My sister’s treatment is urgent, but that is no longer any of your concern. Don't think you can use money to manipulate me anymore, because Xiaofan has already lent me the funds. So, kill that hope of yours! Take the money back—we owe each other nothing. If anything, you owe me for all the times you've harassed me!"

She moved to close the gate, but Xie Jian, eyes bloodshot with rage, shoved it open and sneered, "Zeng Xiaofan lent you money? How much could he possibly have lent you?"

"Sixty-five thousand! More than you ever offered," Lin Yuru replied proudly.

Xie Jian froze, momentarily stunned by Zeng Xiaofan’s generosity. But a moment later, his expression darkened. "Fine! You little slut, Lin Yuru! Did you go and sleep with that punk while I was away changing my clothes? Did he have his way with you?"

"Did he make you feel good, you bitch?!"

Xie Jian stepped closer with every word, his face twisted into a hideous mask of fury.

"You... you’re talking nonsense!" Lin Yuru stammered. "Xiaofan isn't like you! He lent me sixty thousand without asking for anything in return! He didn't molest me; he is a thousand times better than you!"

Xie Jian’s expression grew even more grotesque. He slammed the courtyard gate shut and sneered, "Is that so? A thousand times better? I bet you’re only saying that because he satisfied you! Why would he lend you sixty or seventy thousand for no reason? Do you have any idea how much that is? Most farmers in this village work their whole lives and still can't scrape together that much. He just handed it over with no strings attached? Do you take me for a fool? You must have been messing around with him!"

He crowded her until she was backed into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat.

"We didn't! Stop saying such things!" Lin Yuru cried. "Xiaofan and I are innocent! He is a decent man! I won't let you smear his name!"

Xie Jian laughed cruelly. "Smear him? If someone offers a favor for nothing, they’re either looking for sex or trouble. I think he’s got you so dazed you can't see straight. Why are you defending him so hard? Is he your father or your husband? If there wasn't something going on, why would you protect him like this? Stop pretending, you slut! Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson for your 'brother'!"

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to use force.

"Don't you dare!" Lin Yuru shouted.

*Smack!*

Xie Jian struck her across the face, a sharp cry escaping her lips. "Who says I don't dare?"

"I used to coddle you because I wanted to play nice, but now that you've hooked up with someone else, why should I bother holding back? I’m going to make sure you’re broken in today!"

"You bastard!" she screamed. "What do you think you're doing? This is rape! Rape is a crime! You’ll go to prison for at least three years!"

She clutched her chest, her breathing ragged, but her distress only made her appear more provocative. Xie Jian’s eyes lit up with a predatory gleam. "So what if it's rape? Even if I have to spend three to five years in jail, it’ll be worth it to have you! If Zeng Xiaofan can sleep with you, why can't I?"

"You're lying! Don't you dare slander Xiaofan! I didn't sleep with him!" Even now, Lin Yuru was desperate to protect him.

Xie Jian, fueled by mounting fury, glared at her. "You say you didn't? Prove it! Words are cheap. If you want me to believe you, take off your pants. I’ll inspect you myself! If you’ve been with him, there will be marks. If you haven't, what are you afraid of? Hurry up and take them off, or I’ll do it for you!"

As he spoke, he ripped off his own shirt and reached for her.

"Help! Someone help! Rape!"

Lin Yuru had wanted to keep things quiet to avoid a scandal, but she had no choice now. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Before she could call out again, Xie Jian lunged at her, clamped a hand over her mouth, and slammed her head against the wall.

*Thud!*

Lin Yuru slumped, dazed and bleeding, losing the strength to resist.

"Damn it, you chose the hard way," Xie Jian growled, grabbing her and tearing her clothes apart.