Chapter 59: Dare You?
The people around shook their heads, feeling sorry for Li Bixian.
“Tsk, tsk, just look at his eyes—he’s not looking for a wife for his son at all!”
“I bet he wishes he could bury himself in Bixian’s arms and never come out!”
“Exactly! The way he looks at her, he’s undressing her with his eyes over and over again!”
“What kind of father-in-law looks at his daughter-in-law like that?”
“This is a clear case of desire, as obvious as daylight!”
“Poor Bixian, she’s going to suffer terribly in the future…”
“What can you do? The clan holds too much power…”
“That’s rural life for you—survival of the fittest…”
Everyone murmured, sighing at her fate.
Li Bixian’s face was troubled, but after a moment’s thought, she nodded.
“For Xiaofan… I’m willing to do anything…”
“As long as you stop tormenting Xiaofan, I… I promise you!”
“I’ll go with you now…”
As she spoke, tears of despair streamed from her eyes, and she walked pitiably toward Jin Youcai. Even in her sorrow, her proud figure trembled with a seductive allure.
Li Dago, holding his swollen cheek from Xiaofan’s slap, grinned at the sight.
“That’s right! Now you’re being obedient!”
“That’s my good daughter!”
“Once you marry into the village chief’s family, who cares who shares your wedding night with you… As long as there’s meat on the table!”
“Just wait to enjoy the good life!” Li Dago laughed merrily.
Ye Shuilian’s face was full of heartache; she opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but then lowered her head, resigned to her daughter’s fate.
Jin Youcai had been waiting for this moment. He rushed forward eagerly.
“If you’d been this obedient earlier, none of this would have happened!”
“Really… I mean… No, my son is just going to marry you, not devour you!”
“What are you afraid of?”
“Don’t worry, I have lots of experience… I’ll make you comfortable…”
He reached out, pretending to help Li Bixian, but his hand moved straight for her round, firm backside!
But just as his lecherous hand was about to touch her, a large hand suddenly clamped down tightly on Jin Youcai’s wrist!
Jin Youcai’s hand hovered just beside her, unable to move an inch closer.
The one who stopped him was Zeng Xiaofan.
Everyone was startled. Li Bixian’s lips parted in worry, “Xiaofan…”
Jin Youcai flew into a rage.
“You bastard! Do you have a death wish?”
“I already spared you once for Bixian’s sake!”
“And you still dare to provoke me?”
Zeng Xiaofan’s face was cold as frost, his words sharp and clear.
“You want to touch her?”
“I!”
“Do!”
“Not!”
“Agree!”
His words stirred the crowd once more.
Ye Shuilian, watching Xiaofan’s domineering stance, felt her breath quicken, her eyes shining.
“This Xiaofan… is truly a man…”
“That’s what a real man looks like…”
Jin Youcai was beside himself with anger.
“What did you say?”
“You don’t agree?”
“Who do you think you are?”
“Bixian has already agreed, and you meddling fool, what business is it of yours?”
“Besides, I paid a proper bride price for her!”
“Parental consent, matchmaker’s arrangements, rooster leading the way, bride price delivered!”
“I’ve legally and properly married my daughter-in-law. Bringing her home for the wedding night—how does that concern you?”
“Who asked for your opinion?”
“Bah!” Jin Youcai blustered.
Zeng Xiaofan replied coldly, “How much did you pay?”
“Hundred thousand!”
“So what?”
“One hundred thousand yuan bride price! She’s secondhand, and I paid a hundred thousand—wasn’t that generous enough?”
Jin Youcai looked proud, while Ye Shuilian lowered her head in resignation.
Without hesitation, Zeng Xiaofan pulled a bank card from his pocket and threw it at Jin Youcai’s face.
“There’s two hundred thousand in there.”
“The money is yours.”
“The woman is mine.”
His words sent another wave through the crowd.
“Wow… two hundred thousand! Xiaofan is really generous!”
“Bold! Absolutely bold!”
“Dominant! So domineering!”
“That’s two hundred thousand—most villagers couldn’t save that in a lifetime!”
“Honestly, it feels so refreshing!”
“That Jin guy always bullies others because he’s rich—now he’s been shown up, paid back double!”
“What a brilliant move—he’s got nothing to say now!”
Jin Youcai was momentarily stunned. Zeng Xiaofan stepped forward, bumping him aside with his shoulder, and pulled Li Bixian to his side, taking her hand and making to leave.
Jin Youcai snapped out of it, roaring, “Stop right there!”
Zeng Xiaofan halted, his brows raised slightly.
“What, is there more?”
“Young man! Do you think you can just return the bride price and walk away?”
“Who do you think you are?”
“Want to take her so easily? Aren’t you going to give me an explanation?”
Zeng Xiaofan didn’t look back, but before everyone’s eyes, he pulled Li Bixian into his arms and declared, word by word,
“I, Zeng Xiaofan, have never needed to explain myself to anyone!”
The crowd erupted.
“Bold… so bold!”
“Since when did Xiaofan become so bold?”
“So cool!”
“So domineering!”
“And… so handsome!”
Several young village girls couldn’t help but squeeze their thighs and cry out.
Even Li Bixian’s mother, Ye Shuilian, felt her heart flutter, her long-buried girlish feelings awakening.
It was as if, with Xiaofan defending her so fiercely, she couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
Amidst the shock and sighs, Jin Youcai’s face turned green with rage.
He had been shown no respect at all—it was a blatant slap in the face!
This was intolerable!
“You brat! You’re asking for death!”
“Get him!” Jin Youcai roared.
His clan, itching for action, surged forward, lunging at Zeng Xiaofan.
Li Bixian screamed in terror, Ye Shuilian’s breath grew ragged.
The other villagers watched nervously, worried for Xiaofan.
Only Zeng Xiaofan stood fearless, resolute as a mountain, commanding respect.
“Who!”
“Dares!”
“To!”
“Touch!”
He spoke, each word heavy, and as he finished, he snatched the hoe from the leader’s hand and squeezed.
Thunk!
A muffled crack echoed—the solid wooden handle crushed to powder in his grip.
Sawdust drifted through the air, forming a golden haze, while Zeng Xiaofan stood amid the dust, fierce and imposing as a god of wrath.