Chapter 15 - 15: 15 Selling ugly wife 1
Chapter 15: 15 Selling ugly wife 1
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She didn’t bother to care about what he was saying, and after she finished her meal, she stood up and walked out of the kitchen. It wasn’t that she was lazy and didn’t help wash the dishes, but her right wrist was injured, and her internal organs were wounded too. If it weren’t for her being a killer before time-traveling and being accustomed to pain, any ordinary person would have been in agony, wailing and rolling around in bed.
Seeing that she was ignoring him, Xiao Yuchuan was so angry that he stomped his feet and grabbed her left wrist, “Stinky old woman, why don’t you say something?”
She turned her head and saw his words clearly, not understanding what he wanted her to say. She was just a guest in this house, and what was there to say? Besides, she should be grateful to his brother, what did that have to do with him?
She couldn’t help but give him a sharp glance, her eyes filled with anger and disgust.
Xiao Yuchuan was taken aback. Although she had thrown him a few threatening glances before, none were truly malicious. This time, however, he clearly understood that she disliked him!
She silently mouthed the word… Get lost! She has always had limited patience for unrelated people and things.
She glanced at the hand grasping her wrist, considering whether to break it or not.
Her gaze shifted to the two empty bowls on the table that she had eaten from.
This man was annoying, but he had just helped her heat up the medicine and food.
Although she wasn’t a good person, and she would only complete her mission when necessary, she wasn’t all bad—she still had a basic sense of morality.
Xiao Yuchuan only felt a chill down his spine. Just now, her eyes seemed as if she wanted to cut off his hand, so he couldn’t help but let go of her. Looking at her fragile, swaying figure, which seemed as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind, how could she possibly be so ruthless?
It must have been his imagination.
As soon as Su Qingyue walked into the yard, five or six people entered through the open bamboo fence gate.
“Chuan, are you home?” An old woman shouted at the top of her lungs.
Xiao Yuchuan recognized the visitors as villagers, both men and women, the one shouting being old lady Liu.
Old lady Liu is a human trafficker in the village, specializing in buying and selling people.
He remembered hearing from Li Wangcai and Ding Er yesterday that his second brother had already brought his wife back. He and his brother had clearly agreed that they would sell Su Qingyue as soon as they found her, and never bring her back. In a fit of anger last night, he went to old lady Liu, asking her to come today to negotiate a price, only then did he return home.
When his wife was still unconscious, he thought that old lady Liu might not come at all, and that he would have to go find her again to get her to appraise the price…
Just now at dinner, he had changed his mind and decided to go to old lady Liu’s house and tell her that he wouldn’t sell his wife.
Now that old lady Liu was really here, he suddenly felt suffocated, “Why are there so many people coming to my house?”
Aunt Zhang from the village laughed, “We heard you’re selling your wife, so of course we’re here to watch the excitement.” Glancing at Su Qingyue, she clicked her tongue, “She’s so dark and ugly, her face is full of blemishes, who would buy her?”
Aunt Wang chimed in, “She really is too ugly. No man can stand her, and it’ll ruin their appetite. I think, old lady Liu, you shouldn’t buy her either, lest you can’t sell her.”
Zhao Shugen, who had also come, shook his head, “No wonder everyone says that your Xiao Family got the first ugliest wife in the area. They’re not wrong at all. I say, Chuan, you’re quite good-looking yourself, and having such a wife really wrongs you ! ”
Qian Youfa, who had come along, backed away, “She really stinks! Chuan, what’s that smell on your wife… It’s so stinky that people will almost throw up their evening meal….”
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