Chapter Nineteenth: Sword Drawn and Bowstring Taut

  With a "thud", a basket containing clothes was thrown into the kitchen by its owner, making a not-too-loud but audible sound that caught the attention of the person humming a tune in the kitchen.

  But the woman showed no reaction, still humming a soft tune to herself.

  The owner of the basket made a face at the woman's back, adjusted his mood and facial expression, and walked over with a swaying waist. He lightly touched the woman's shoulder and said in a spoiled tone, "Ling sister, are you free?"

  He splashed some water from the basin onto his hair, deliberately pinching it into a small point. He had never given that woman a good look before, and now he slightly turned around, "What's up?"

  "It's just... I just got a manicure." She said, proudly showing off her newly done nails to Zeng Ling.

  "What's it to you?" Zeng Ling turned her head, expressionless.

  "Others want to wash clothes, but this time the nails are done beautifully, can you help me wash?" Zhang Yuxin said with her index fingers together, looking cute.

  "Is that all? Handle it yourself." Zeng Ling rolled her eyes, turned around elegantly and continued with what she was doing, she didn't have time to bother with this bad woman.

  Seeing Zeng Ling's attitude, Zhang Yu Xin's face immediately changed color. She gritted her teeth at Zeng Ling's back, but now she had a favor to ask of her. In an instant, Zhang Yu Xin immediately put on a different expression. She coquettishly leaned against Zeng Ling's back, "Ling Jie."

  "Zhang Yuxin, what's wrong with you!" Zeng Ling turned around, but was pounced on by Zhang Yuxin, and the two of them ended up in a unclear posture leaning against the edge of the pool.

  "Ling Jie, help me out! Don't be so heartless to others, just treat it as helping a cute little sister." Zhang Yu Xin used all her tricks, even bringing out the term "cute little sister" which made people feel sick when they heard it.

  "Stop pretending to be nice, I know what you're really like. You're just a big mouth and a poisonous snake." Zeng Ling broke free from Zhang Yu Xin's restraints and started scolding her loudly, pointing at her head.

  Zhang Yuxin stood in front of her, scolded to the point of being stunned, and when Zeng Ling turned around to continue washing dishes, Zhang Yuxin was behind her, baring her teeth and claws, as if she couldn't wait to devour her. If looks could kill, Zeng Ling wouldn't be standing intact by the sink now.

  Really angry, Zhang Yuxin put her hand on Zeng Ling's waist and scratched hard.

  Zeng Ling was a ticklish person and couldn't withstand her opponent's scratching, so they started wrestling over there.

  "Zeng Ling, take your claws off my Yu Xin's body." Zhang Jianhui came in from outside and saw his girlfriend and the old woman going back and forth beside the pool, unclear what was happening, and immediately spoke out to stop them.

  "I didn't touch her!" Zeng Ling retorted, while looking down at her own hand, only to find that she was indeed holding Zhang Yu Xin's hand, and the position of their hands was quite embarrassing, placed right in front of Zeng Ling's chest.

  "Ah......" Zeng Ling screamed and immediately let go of her, protecting her chastity.

  Zhang Yuxin, on the other hand, looked at her own hands with disgust, as if they had touched something they shouldn't have. She then rolled her eyes and squatted down to wipe away fake tears, "Hui-ge, you have to save me!"

  Zeng Ling lifted her own hem, looking at her with a usual meal expression, thinking that this little girl was going to make up another lie, and she wanted to see what tricks she could play!

  Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuxin walked crookedly to Zhang Jianhui's side, holding his arm, and said with a weak tone, "Ling sister... she bullied me." She choked back tears, her voice seemingly aggrieved.

  "You're a cheap person." Zeng Ling shouted, but since Zhang Jianhui was present, she couldn't do anything to her.

  Zhang Jianhui gently hugged his girlfriend and comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry, brother will protect you." Then, he looked into Zeng Ling's eyes with a surge of anger.

  "Go die, wife." Zhang Jianhui opened his mouth, spitting wildly, and rushed towards the kitchen utensils on the table, picked up a spatula, and hit Zeng Ling's body with it.

  Zeng Ling's face showed a stimulated expression, staring at the figure rushing towards her. Having lived alone for so many years, she wasn't a pushover. She quickly grabbed a frying pan to block Zhang Jianhui's continuous blows with his ladle.

  Taking advantage of Zhang Jianhui's momentary lapse, Zeng Ling lifted her right foot and kicked it towards Zhang Jianhui's vital parts.

  His face turned bright red, his whole body in pain, he could only lean against the wall to support himself, "Kicking little brother is not good." He forced out these few words from his mouth.

  "Jianhui ge, jia you!" Zhang Yuxin cheered from behind.

  Zhang Jianhui suppressed his discomfort and roared, rushing towards Zeng Ling's direction.

  Er Zeng was so scared that she quickly climbed up to the owner's attic, and while escaping, she occasionally blocked Zhang Jianhui's straight-swinging shovel from behind.

  "Die!"

  "Hui Ge, don't."

  Just as the two were about to clash, Auntie led Huamu Qing into the kitchen.

  What a coincidence, Zhang Jianhui swung his spatula and slapped it on Auntie's forehead.

  "Bang" - Huamu Qing's eyes widened as she stared at the old aunt who had been knocked to the ground, and after reacting, she quickly helped her up.

  Afterwards, Auntie covered her forehead which was hit by the camera and sat on a chair, sobbing. There were many people standing beside her. Zhang Jianhui wanted to comfort her by patting her shoulder but she dodged him.

  Everyone was frightened and hid far away, afraid that she would suddenly become angry and devour all these insignificant people.

  "Auntie, I'm not wrong about this." Zeng Ling shook off Zhang Jianhui's hand, which had inadvertently been restrained in the chaos. She looked at her aunt with a just and righteous tone, "It was Zhang Jianhui who struck first."

  The aunt's discerning gaze turned to the suspect, and with a stern look, Zhang Jianhui hastily explained, "If you hadn't bullied Xinmei, this wouldn't have happened."

  "Fool, she's fooling you, can't you tell?" Zeng Ling pointed at Zhang Jianhui's forehead, her face full of disdain.

  "Are you saying I'm stupid?" Zhang Jianhui pointed to his own forehead, saying discontentedly.

  "Hmm." Zeng Ling stood her ground against Zhang Jianhui's anger, not backing down.

  "You... you little fake."

  "You coward."

  "You big pancake face."

  "It serves you right."

  "You damned fool."

  "You... I'm going all out against you."

  …………

  Whatever should be scolded or not, they all came out anyway. Zeng Ling and Zhang Jianhui started pushing each other's shoulders back and forth.

  The aunt sitting in the chair couldn't bear it anymore, came forward and instead of helping to mediate between the two, grabbed their hair and heads, and violently bumped them together.

  The two of them fell to the ground, crying out in pain as they clutched at the parts of their bodies that had been hit. Even though Auntie's methods were somewhat hard to accept, they still stood there with a standard daughter-in-law expression, meekly nodding and apologizing.