Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Outside, the night was deep, and the small courtyard was lit by a few lights, having its own special charm.

Though it was said to be dark, it was only around five in the afternoon. Winter nights came early, and in the countryside, meals were also eaten earlier.

In the center of the Feng family’s main hall was a large square table, fully laden with dishes. Feng Shizhu and Old Madam Feng sat at the head of the table, flanked by Feng Aiguo and Feng Aihua, each with their children. Feng Chun and Yang Tianhua sat at the lower end. From the looks of it, it truly seemed like a golden son-in-law was paying a visit.

Feng Xia still wore a smile, but it was exceptionally cold, and her voice was wrapped in frost: "Oh, so you’ve started the meal before I even got back?"

Feng Shizhu’s face darkened. Old Madam Feng didn’t dare provoke this troublemaker and pretended not to hear. Li Meihua forced out a smile, her voice dry and stiff: "Little Xia, come quickly. We’ve kept some food in the kitchen for you. Jinlian and Jingui are waiting for you. Go eat."

Feng Xia crossed her arms, leaning lazily against the doorframe, looking composed and unhurried. She said casually, "What’s this? Not letting me sit at the table?" Li Meihua’s eyes were filled with hatred that could drip blood. Seeing that the future golden son-in-law had seen this, she wished she could tear Feng Xia apart. If this ruined Feng Chun’s chance, she would risk her life to kill this little brat.

Li Meihua’s poisonous glare locked onto Feng Xia, completely forgetting that this was also her own flesh and blood.

Feng Xia was not intimidated. She stood there lazily, a mocking smile on her face as she eyed the group, her gaze like knives cutting into their flesh.

Finally, Feng Shizhu spoke: "Little Xia, we have an honored guest today. Be sensible and go eat. We’ve saved some dishes for you."

Feng Xia let out a cold "heh," her eyes fixed unblinkingly on him.

"What? Feng Chun is your granddaughter and daughter, but my Sister Jinlian and Sister Jingui aren’t your granddaughters? I find it strange. If Feng Chun is so capable, you let her sit at the table. Yet Sister Jinlian and Sister Jingui earn more work points than Old Madam, right? Shouldn’t Old Madam give up her seat for them?"

Old Madam Feng could no longer hold back. She slammed the table and stood up: "You damned girl! I’m your grandmother. You want me to give up my seat so you can eat? You ungrateful wretch, aren’t you afraid you’ll die early? A bunch of damn little beasts! You think you deserve a seat at the table?"

Feng Xia was unafraid and fired back: "Tsk, so our family does have seniority and hierarchy after all? I thought you only cared about money, not people. Haha, you’re so eager to grovel over some shady friend brought back by a granddaughter. Why not act like an elder?"

Old Madam Feng trembled with rage, unable to speak clearly as blood rushed to her head.

Feng Xia wasn’t done. She shifted the topic to Feng Chun: "Feng Chun, what’s your relationship with this man? You bring him home for a meal? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were bringing your fiancé home. We don’t follow those old matchmaking rituals anymore, but a decent girl shouldn’t be throwing herself at a man like that. Ah, the world has really gone downhill!"

Feng Chun was so embarrassed her face burned, her eyes red as if ready to cry. Yet Yang Tianhua stared at Feng Xia with bright, unblinking eyes, seeming extremely interested in her.

Feng Xia felt the veins on her hands bulge at that sticky gaze. Suppressing the urge to hit him, she said coldly: "And you! Don’t think you can fool a country girl and no one will dare report you for improper relationships. If you want to keep your eyes, keep them in check. If not, I’ll gouge them out. You look slick and oily, clearly not a good person."

Now Yang Tianhua’s face darkened too. He threw his chopsticks on the table, his spoiled temper flaring, and cursed back at Feng Xia: "What the hell did you say? A little girl like you with such a sharp tongue. Who would ever want you? You think you’re something special?"

Feng Xia was calm: "Don’t worry about that. Look at you, your waist and legs are as soft as noodles. You must be very weak in the kidneys. Better see a doctor soon, or your wife might cheat on you without you even knowing."

Yang Tianhua was furious. He rolled up his sleeves to hit Feng Xia, but Zhang Ying immediately stepped in front of her. The others held Yang Tianhua back mainly because they were afraid Feng Xia would beat him, but Yang Tianhua didn’t know that. He thought they were siding with Feng Xia, so he struggled fiercely, his face red as he shouted: "You little bitch! Let go of me! I’ll kill you! Whore, just you wait!"

Feng Xia smiled, calmly picked up the chopsticks Yang Tianhua had thrown, and flicked her fingers. The chopsticks shot out, embedding themselves half an inch into the stone slab in front of Yang Tianhua’s shoe. Yang Tianhua’s face instantly turned pale, his body went limp, sweat pouring from his forehead. He didn’t dare curse Feng Xia anymore. Seeing that he had stopped struggling to attack Feng Xia, the Feng family let him go, and he collapsed onto the bench, gasping for breath.

What kind of invincible female warrior was this? Yang Tianhua realized he had kicked an iron plate. He didn’t dare look at Feng Xia again. Without another word, he headed straight for the door, terrified he wouldn’t make it out alive.

Soon, the sound of a car engine started, and then Feng Chun’s sobbing could be heard as she ran back. The door slammed loudly. Li Meihua and Feng Aiguo hurried to comfort her. Feng Aihua supported the dizzy Old Madam Feng into the house. Feng Xia told Zhang Ling to go to the kitchen and call Feng Jinlian, Feng Jingui, and Feng Qiu. Pointing at the table full of dishes, she said: "Eat. If they won’t, we will. Don’t waste it."

Feng Jinlian, Feng Jingui, and Feng Qiu were still hesitant to pick up their chopsticks, but Feng Jinbao and Feng Chengzong immediately grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into their mouths. Feng Xia looked at their ravenous eating habits and said darkly: "You two can eat, but you must wash the dishes afterward. If you dare disobey, I’ll string you up and beat you. You know, no one dares stop me."

She lightly pulled the chopsticks that had been embedded in the stone out and placed them on the table. Feng Chengzong and Feng Jinbao shuddered, stopping mid-chew. Feng Jinbao was fine—he usually helped Zhang Ling wash dishes anyway—so he continued eating. But Feng Chengzong was in trouble; he had no idea how to wash dishes. So he wanted to eat but didn’t dare, chewing a single bite for a long time before swallowing, eyeing the next piece wistfully, nibbling slowly, afraid the dishes would be all his.

In the other room, Feng Chun was still crying. Feng Xia’s outburst today had surely provoked Yang Tianhua’s resentment. She might even lose her job at the supply co-op. Feng Chun was furious, wishing she could tear Feng Xia apart. Li Meihua comforted her daughter, also seething inside. That damned curse—why couldn’t she just drop dead?

Feng Xia could feel the intense hatred coming from Feng Chun’s room. Tsk, treating a piece of trash like a treasure. Wouldn’t they be dragged down together?

If Feng Chun had subscribed to other newspapers back then, she would have discovered that the richest man in Antai City was exposed a year later for bribery of a huge amount and illegal transactions with foreign capital. He was arrested by the Flower Kingdom and sentenced to execution by firing squad.

But Feng Chun didn’t know that. She was still fixated on losing her golden son-in-law, hating Feng Xia until her eyes were red. She never stopped to think: a man who had only met her a few times and had already groped her, a man she had known less than a month and already brought home for a meal—could he really be a good person? No, Feng Chun just hated. She hated that Feng Xia had blocked her path to heaven.

She hated that Feng Xia couldn’t just drop dead right then and there!

Yang Tianhua also hated Feng Xia with a passion. As he drove, he kept cursing. That little country bitch—once he got his hands on her, he’d teach her a good lesson. He grinned maliciously, fantasizing about Feng Xia’s lotus-like face, lost in his fantasy.

Bang! The tire suddenly deflated. The car skidded and crashed into the weeds by the roadside. Yang Tianhua’s head slammed into the steering wheel, stars exploding in his vision. Damn it! Why did it have to break now? What bad luck!

What was he supposed to do in this desolate wilderness?

Yang Tianhua kicked a stone in fury, only to hurt his foot. Then a beastly howl scared him out of his wits. He grabbed a flashlight from the car and ran back frantically, abandoning the vehicle.

Back in her warm bed, Feng Xia seemed to see the man’s wretched state. She smiled, curling her lips, and drifted into a deeper dream.