Chapter 2: Yan Ziyue Smashes the Scumbag's Head

Their hands, once clasped tightly, suddenly snapped apart as if burned, retreating far from each other.

“Ziyue, please listen to me,” Xu Lecheng hurriedly stepped in front of Yan Ziyue. “I was just worried about Qingqing…”

“Worried enough to grab my hand?” Yan Ziyue cut him off, her gaze filled with loathing. “Xu Lecheng, please come up with a better excuse.”

“And anyway, I just stood up. What wrong have I done? Zhang Qingqing looked so scared, I even had to apologize to her.”

“She has a nerve like no other!”

In her past life, only at the brink of death did she discover that Zhang Qingqing’s mother was her father’s mistress!

Zhang Qingqing was almost her age, which meant that her despicable father had an affair with a mistress not long after marriage, and less than half a year after her mother’s death, he had shamelessly married the mistress, showering both Zhang Qingqing and the woman with excessive favoritism.

For a moment, Zhang Qingqing and Xu Lecheng stared blankly at Yan Ziyue, disbelief clouding their eyes. Was this really the obedient Yan Ziyue who always did as they wished?

“Ziyue, how can you say such things?” Xu Lecheng’s face hardened in anger. “If you hadn’t suddenly stood up and scared Qingqing, would she be like this?”

“You’re the one in the wrong…”

Slap!

Xu Lecheng was stunned, staring at her in disbelief. “You… you actually dared to hit me?”

This shameless woman actually dared to strike him!

Yan Ziyue’s hand tingled with numbness, but she felt an immense satisfaction.

Her gaze was filled with a biting hatred as she said, “Why can’t I hit you?”

This scoundrel had used his educated youth identity and gentle appearance to deceive her, and many other girls in the village. That was why he lived so comfortably here.

“Sis, even if you’re not happy with how Lecheng treats me, you still can’t hit him,” Zhang Qingqing said tenderly, blowing on Xu Lecheng’s face. “Lecheng, does it hurt?”

“Don’t blame Sister. She just loves you too much and doesn’t want other girls getting close.”

She looked sorrowful. “From now on, I’ll stay far away from you, so Sister won’t misunderstand anymore.”

Feigning anger, Xu Lecheng grabbed her shoulder. “Qingqing, don’t say nonsense.”

Then, turning to Yan Ziyue, his eyes full of irritation and annoyance, he said, “Can’t you be a little more sensible like Qingqing?”

“I’ve told you many times that Qingqing and I are good friends, not what you think.”

“If you keep this up, I really won’t talk to you anymore!”

In the past, every time Xu Lecheng said that, Yan Ziyue would humble herself and coax him, even promising money or buying him many things.

But now—

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Yan Ziyue’s cold smile accompanied her slow applause. “What a loving couple you two are.”

“Look at you, almost embracing each other and still calling yourselves friends. I bet you’re the kind of ‘good friends’ who sleep together.”

Zhang Qingqing truly inherited her mother’s mistress nature.

Back then, she was the first to meet Xu Lecheng and declare her feelings, but soon after, Zhang Qingqing got involved with him and frequently flaunted how well he treated her right in front of Yan Ziyue.

This time, both of them sensed a change in Yan Ziyue and exchanged a secret glance.

What was going on?

Why wasn’t Yan Ziyue obediently playing the submissive role as before?

Could it be that Xiao Heshou had done something?

“Ziyue, it’s not what you think,” Xu Lecheng put on a gentle smile and coaxed her. “Remember, we agreed that after your divorce, we would get married.”

Once he had squeezed all value out of this woman, he’d make her pay dearly!

Listening to the same “sweet words” as in her past life, Yan Ziyue felt only revulsion.

She had trusted Xu Lecheng’s lies too much and wholeheartedly devoted herself to this scoundrel, only to end up miserable.

“Marry you?”

She swung a small stool and struck Xu Lecheng’s head fiercely, her eyes burning with a savage fury as if to tear him apart. “What delusions are you dreaming of?”

Xu Lecheng’s head was bloodied and broken.

He shakily reached up to touch his forehead.

The bright red blood on his hand made him scream in pain and run off at full speed.

“Murder! Murder!”

He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, abandoning all composure as he scrambled away, as if chased by a ravenous wolf.

Zhang Qingqing, seeing this side of Yan Ziyue for the first time, was so frightened her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

Yan Ziyue approached Zhang Qingqing, darkly grasping her hair and pulling her up.

She looked down coldly at Zhang Qingqing and said with chilling sweetness, “My dear little sister, I will settle our scores one by one.”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

She struck Zhang Qingqing repeatedly across the face.

“Before I finish settling accounts, you must live well. Don’t you dare die.”

In her past life, before marriage, she had to work like a beast at home to care for her despicable father and stepmother, suffering endless abuse and schemes from the mother-daughter duo, often taking the blame for Zhang Qingqing’s faults.

After marriage, she not only sent money back to support her family but also helped Zhang Qingqing in countless ways, buying her countless fine things.

Yet in return, that woman had colluded with Xu Lecheng to plot against and kill her.

Zhang Qingqing was truly terrified, trembling like a leaf in the wind. “Sister, it’s not my fault. I don’t know anything. Please spare me.”

That damned Yan Ziyue actually dared to hit her—this debt was duly noted!

Yan Ziyue caught the venom shining in her eyes and chuckled softly. “Zhang Qingqing, have you heard the saying that no wall is completely soundproof?”

“Do you really think you and your mother can hide your deeds?”

She spoke meaningfully. “If the village finds out, do you think Xu Lecheng will still want you? Will your father still dote on you? Won’t you and your mother be scolded to death by the villagers?”

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