Chapter 500: Madness – Daily Gossip in the Courtyard of the Sickly Young Lady

Chapter 500 The Frail Little Aunt’s Dramatic Toilet Pit Meltdown

Zhang Mengyun grew more convinced of her theory as she dwelled on it. The more these people mocked her, the more determined she became not to let them succeed.

She shot them a look that screamed, "See? I *told* you!" and sneered, "Hmph! I... Gah! Blegh! Ptooey!"

Her arrogant demeanor was instantly crushed by the overwhelming stench filling her nose and mouth. "Ugh~~ You... you pull me up right now!"

"Pfft—" Still, no one paid her any attention. They stood at a distance, roaring at her humiliation.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, only to feel something foul enter her mouth again. "Spit! Spit!"

"Get me outta here!"

Seeing that no one was listening, Zhang Mengyun resorted to threats. "My father is the factory manager! If you don’t pull me out, I’ll have him get your men *fired*! Every single one of them!"

The nosy busybodies paused for a few seconds. Zhang Mengyun thought she had scared them, and she smirked, triumphant—

But the next moment, an even louder burst of laughter erupted.

"BWAHAHA!"

"Factory manager? Girl, we *know*! Hmph!"

Zhang Mengyun was baffled—their reaction was nothing like what she had expected.

"Deputy Factory Manager Zhang already said he couldn’t care less about you. You think we’re clueless? HAHAHAHA!"

"That’s right! If he cared, wouldn’t he have helped you cover your debts? Would he have left you here cleaning toilets?"

"Orderin’ us like servants? Hmph!"

...

Zhang Mengyun was seeing *red*. Of course she knew.

The Zhangs are *trash*—they took her in but gave her no money, skipped out on her wedding dowry, and refused to help when she was in trouble. Every last one’s a *backstabber*! Every last one!

Her resentment toward the Zhang family burned fiercely.

These people weren’t just mocking her—they were twisting the knife. Zhang Mengyun *lost it*!

"SCREW YOU—" You want to laugh? You want to laugh? HAHAHAHA!

The aunties were too busy jeering to react in time before Zhang Mengyun flung filth like a demon—splashing them with foul sewage.

Those who couldn’t dodge fast enough were sprayed with chunks of sewage.

"AHHHH!"

"AHHHH!"

"AHHHH!"

"GAG—GOD—*GAAAH*"

"AHHHH! You *psycho*!"

"HAHAHAHA!" Zhang Mengyun cackled like a witch in a cesspool.

For a moment, the toilet was in complete chaos!

When Mother Lin, Mother Li, and Mother Sui arrived, the crowd had just retreated about a meter outside the toilet entrance.

Mother Lin covered her nose and asked, "What happened? Why does it smell so awful?"

A passerby in front overheard and chimed in excitedly, "I know, I know! That toilet cleaner went crazy—she jumped into the cesspit herself and started flinging shit at people!"

Mother Lin: "..."

Mother Li: "......"

Mother Sui: "........"

Jumped into the cesspit herself?

Holy crap! What kind of psycho does that?

Splashing dung at others?

That’s fucking awful!

Oh, and it was all done by one person! That person seems... totally batshit!

Wait, wait!

Toilet cleaner = Zhang Mengyun.

Toilet cleaner = psycho.

Therefore, Zhang Mengyun = psycho, so... Zhang Mengyun has gone mad?

The three women stood there processing this for a while, while the passerby continued excitedly, "Hahaha! I’ve never seen a psycho like this before. If I weren’t afraid of getting splashed, I’d go take a closer look!" His tone was almost regretful.

Good heavens, just unbelievable!

Mother Lin and the others immediately dismissed any thought of approaching the toilet. They truly wanted no part of that mess!

Inside the cesspit, Zhang Mengyun was indeed totally lost it, and no one dared to get close. She was hurling shit outward with all her might.

The cesspit wasn’t too far from the entrance, and she had already managed to cover the area. Those who were hit were pissed off.

"You little crazy bitch #%#%..."

The women cursed furiously, spewing all kinds of obscenities, but Zhang Mengyun wasn’t backing down!

Seeing the cesspit before her, she didn’t even hesitate—she scooped up handfuls, shaped them into balls, and hurled them straight at the entrance!

Mother Lin, Mother Li, and Mother Sui had just worked up the nerve to take a couple of steps forward when they heard a wave of screams ahead!

"AAAAAHHHH!!!" Old, young, shrill, deep—all kinds of voices.

The three women watched as the crowd around the toilet suddenly parted, and then they saw, right in front of them, one lump after another flying out from inside the toilet, landing at the entrance with a loud "SPLAT!" and splattering everywhere.

Their eyes locked onto the ground, and just as they took a closer look, the passerby beside them exclaimed, "Oh my God, look, look! She really is flinging dung!"

Mother Lin, Mother Li, and Mother Sui: "..."

That was "splashing"?

Nah, that was "throwing"! Wait, no—"hurling" is more like it!

Hold up, their brains just rebooted!

Hurling?

How the... how’d she even hurl it?

How... could it be hurled?

Mom Lin and the others felt their brains frying all over again!

That pit was a sloppy, sludgy mess—how on earth did Zhang Mengyun manage it?

The ground outside the toilet was already splattered with flying gunk, and no one dared stand nearby anymore!

"HAHAHAHA!" Cackling laughter kept booming out from inside the toilet.

Mom Lin, Mother Li, and Mother Sui: "......" They were dead silent.

No stopping it now—no way, no how. Mother Li didn’t even think of stepping in anymore!

Finally, the folks from the Subdistrict Office showed up!

The Director’s face was stone-cold. "What the hell’s happening here?"

Before the surrounding crowd could speak, the enthusiastic passerby who had earlier described the scene to Mom Lin and the others eagerly stepped forward again. "I know, I know! The janitor’s lost her damn mind—she jumped into the toilet herself and is flinging waste at people!" She even acted it out while talking.

After hearing and seeing this, the Director of the Subdistrict Office fell silent for a moment, his eye twitching like crazy.

"What kinda crap are you spewing? She was perfectly fine this morning—how could she have gone mad?"

The passerby insisted she wasn’t wrong. "But she really did jump in herself!" She kinda bounced, then—plop!—right in!

The Director’s eye was practically spasming now.

The passerby pointed out the evidence. "Director, look! She’s still flinging it out! She’s gotta be batshit crazy!"

The Director stared at the discolored floor tiles, his face went blank—then scary as hell.

Soon, many others chimed in, especially those who had been hit by the flying filth, and they began whining to the Director.

"Director, Director, she really has lost it! Look, look—she wrecked our clothes!"

"Yes, yes, it was her! Director, she better cough up for this!"

"Right, she has to compensate us! Or our clothes are toast!"

......

A few shrewd aunties and grannies, eyes darting around, their words increasingly aimed at squeezing out some benefit for themselves.

Real classy, huh?