After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 59 - The Assailant
Chapter 59: Chapter 59 The Assailant
Chapter 59: Chapter 59 The Assailant
After handing Xixi over to Jiang Ziling, Su Yu turned on her heel.
She marched determinedly toward Lady Zhao, who still stood not far off, a look of bewilderment and panic hanging on her face.
Each step she took was as if on ice, silent but filled with an unavoidable chill.
The moment she witnessed Xixi’s fall, the fury that had been building up in Su Yu’s heart erupted like a volcano, instantly shattering the chains of reason.
She could brush off the damage to trivial household items with a laugh, but in her heart,
crossing the line that touched Xixi’s safety was akin to provoking her most inviolable scale.
Her gaze was as piercing as the cold winds of deep winter, sharply cutting through the air straight at Lady Zhao.
The always principled Su Yu decided to first teach the other a lesson, as for the consequences, those were for later.
Under such scrutiny, Lady Zhao trembled uncontrollably, her legs seemed to lose their strength as she stared in disbelief, her heart swirling with indescribable fear.
Why had this person, who had clearly left, returned so decisively, carrying with her a suffocating rage?
The neighbors, drawn by the suddenly interrupted shouts of abuse, peeked out, watching the scene with a mix of curiosity and caution.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Su Yu made a beeline for Lady Zhao and snatched the broom from her hands that she had been using as a weapon.
Without a word, a succession of beating sounds accompanied by Lady Zhao’s cries broke out, so fierce that it made the bystanders pale.
In the context of a society with strict feudal ethics, assaulting an elder,
undoubtedly challenged the moral bottom line of the entire society. After the initial shock, the crowd couldn’t help but feel some worry.
However, seeing the usually haughty Lady Zhao in such a sorry state,
quite a few people secretly rejoiced deep inside, having already held grievances against Lady Zhao’s daily conduct; they had just refrained from acting out due to social decorum.
At that moment, Su Yu no longer bothered to hide her true feelings, the notion of “filial piety comes first” —
In her eyes, discussing “filial piety” with a woman who repeatedly harmed the innocent and had a heart like a snake or scorpion was as pointless as playing the lute to a cow.
Today, she intended to make it clear to this old hag that she was not someone to be bullied; even if it led to the government’s doors, she had to release all the pent-up fury in her chest before she would stop.
“Help, somebody save me!”
Lady Zhao, chased by Su Yu, ran about like a dog that had lost its home, utterly disheveled as she zigzagged through the yard.
Fang Qin stood in a corner of the yard holding her baby, initially wanting to join in the excitement.
But the scene before her was too shocking, making her instinctively clutch her child tightly to her chest.
She hurried back into her house, bolted the door, shutting out all the commotion outside, not to mention offering any form of assistance.
Lady Zhao, taught a lesson by Su Yu, was left bruised and battered, her face a mask of misery, yet utterly powerless to fight back.
Finally, Su Yu stopped, flinging the broom to the ground with all her might.
It was as though she threw out her inner frustrations along with it. Although her expression remained as icy as ever, the raging storm within her had calmed a bit.
Her voice was flat but it carried an undeniable sternness, “I warned you before not to provoke me. What, I leave for just a few days, and you can’t help yourself, overstepping your boundaries? Did a dog run off with your memory?”
Lady Zhao’s gaze flickered, filled with terror and disbelief, “You… you actually…”
Su Yu unabashedly interrupted her, “Yes, I hit you, and if you dare, go ahead and report me to the authorities. I want to see if there’s any justice left in this world!”
Her words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Lady Zhao dumbfounded. She had not expected Su Yu to be so fearless, even indifferent to the prospect of bearing the label of “unfilial.”
This unexpected turn left all of Lady Zhao’s well-laid plans crumbling in an instant.
Could it be that beneath that seemingly gentle exterior,
she harbors even more sinister and venomous tactics, ready to deliver a fatal blow at an unexpected moment?
Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to Su Yu’s previous understated warning, Dazhuang…
Indeed, if Dazhuang’s naive appearance were to fall into her carefully woven net, the consequences would be unthinkable…
Lady Zhao’s heart tightened. Now that Youfu’s health was deteriorating day by day, the future and hopes of the Jiang Family were all resting on Dazhuang, their only seedling; there could not be any mishaps!
Anxiety spread wildly in Lady Zhao’s heart like spring grass, and even with a thousand knots in her heart and a myriad of unwillingness, she had to temporarily suppress it.
In this small village where everyone runs into each other often, the days to come are long and stretching far into the future.
There will always be a time to clear the clouds and see the sun, and then, it won’t be too late to deal with this wicked woman slowly.
Amidst her indignation, Lady Zhao fiercely picked up the broom scattered on the ground, clenched her teeth, and forcefully dropped a harsh sentence, “We shall see!”
Having said that, she intended to turn around and step into the house, attempting to escape this awkward situation.
However, Su Yu flashed in front of her, blocking her way with a slight lift of her brows and a trace of mockery: “Trying to run away? So eager to leave?”
This sudden obstruction brought Lady Zhao’s steps to a sharp halt, and her expression turned guarded.
Her gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed unwaveringly on the unexpected guest before her.
Su Yu’s eyes slowly swept over the chaos and ruin of the room, her voice calm but filled with an undeniable force: “You think you can just destroy my home and leave without a care?” she said. “You underestimate me, Su Yu.”
Upon hearing these words, the rage in Lady Zhao’s eyes seemed ready to erupt, and she questioned through her teeth, “What exactly do you want?”
“It’s simple,” Su Yu said with her arms folded across her chest. “Damages must be compensated according to their value.”
Though Su Yu’s words came slowly,
they were like a hammer, relentlessly striking Lady Zhao’s fragile nerves.
Hearing this, Lady Zhao’s anger flared up in an instant: “Compensate with money? You must be dreaming…”
Internally she cursed, how could the world be so upside-down, where the victim ends up looking like the aggressor?
Faced with Lady Zhao’s resistance, Su Yu remained exceptionally calm, casually stating, “If you don’t want to compensate, that’s fine too. You can try and see.”
After speaking, the certainty in her eyes seemed to tell Lady Zhao that today’s issue was far from being settled.
The memory of the last bitter lesson flashed through Lady Zhao’s mind, and fear began to climb around her heart like vines.
She knew all too well that Su Yu was not to be trifled with, and once provoked, the consequences would be unimaginable.
So, driven by reason and fear, she took out a few pieces of silver coins from her pocket and threw them forcefully at Su Yu, cursing, “Plague, take it!”
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Then, twisting her body, she hastily retreated into the house, avoiding the unbearable humiliation.
Su Yu effortlessly caught the silver taels spinning through the air, a hint of a smile inadvertently appearing on her lips.
A plague, huh?
Since ancient times, the wicked have always ground against the wicked.
In facing a bully like Lady Zhao, wasn’t she simply repaying evil with evil?
The villagers who had gathered around were all wide-eyed and speechless, full of confusion.
What kind of conclusion was this?
