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"What's all this noise? The contract is here; who would dare deny it?"
A disdainful and arrogant voice rang out from behind. Not only did Summer Forest tremble, but even the neighbors hiding in the corners shivered.
Liu Mazi dropped the club in his hand, pushing aside several burly men as he hurried toward the newcomer, his pockmarked face wearing a sycophantic grin that was utterly disgusting.
"Master, young master, what brings you here? This little matter can be resolved easily."
However, before he could finish speaking, he received a sharp slap. Wang Dafu, his face so fat it seemed to glisten with grease, shot a fierce glare at Liu Mazi, who was covering his head in silence. "Could this young master have gone to those wilted flowers last night if it could be resolved?"
Wang Dafu inherited his father's bulk, standing stout and rotund like a pig. He had a small nose and tiny eyes, but his mouth was alarmingly large, with his face covered in rolls of flesh that made him look quite unsettling.
The only difference was that Wang Shoucai was henpecked by his wife, while Wang Dafu was a lecher who specifically targeted girls around eleven or twelve years old. Families with daughters in the village were terrified and hurriedly arranged marriages for their girls, some even sacrificing their reputations to send them to live with their future husbands to prevent any unfortunate incidents.
"Yes, yes, it's my fault for not handling things properly and causing the young master distress." Liu Mazi, having been scolded and beaten, did not take offense but instead bowed and apologized profusely. He then turned toward Summer Forest and said harshly, "Old Man Xia, hurry up and pay us the silver so we can report back. Don't keep the master and young master waiting; otherwise, we might just peel your skin off."
It would be impossible not to feel fear; Muxin's fate was unknown, Iron Tree lay bedridden and unable to move, and the child's mother was still pregnant. If they truly resorted to violence, their family would have no choice but to fight to the death.
Thinking of his obedient daughter suffering such great injustice and unable to find Corpse, Summer Forest's tears streamed down his face as he straightened up. "You want money? I have none! But you can take a life; you don't care about one more life. Go ahead! I, Old Xia, will watch you from heaven as you face retribution—may lightning strike you down and may you die a miserable death!" By the end of his words, he was sobbing uncontrollably.
The villagers nearby wiped their tears, but even those in power felt helpless against the tyranny of the Dynasty.
"Dad, what do you mean by 'dead'? Your daughter is back! Brother Wang, let's go home and consummate our marriage; Muxin has been waiting for this!"
Suddenly, a tender yet determined voice rang out from behind the crowd. It was none other than Xia Muxin, who had been missing for two days.
However, at that moment, her small figure looked as if she had just crawled out of the dirt. Covered in a layer of yellowish dust, her face was marred by disgusting sores, and there were more on her neck and hands, making one feel nauseous just to look at her.
"Ugh... you... you..." Unexpectedly, it was Wang Dafu who first reacted with a look of utter disdain. He trembled as he pointed at Xia Muxin, stammering for a long time without managing to say much.
"What’s wrong, Brother Wang? Young Master Wang, didn’t Muxin get sold to you as a concubine? She won’t be able to marry anyone else now. Besides, your family provides her with good food and drink. Uncle Liu said that if you were to add a strong grandson to your family tomorrow, who knows, you might even be able to take her as a concubine!"
Xia Muxin blinked her eyes dreamily, lost in her fantasies. With every word she spoke, the sores on her face and neck seemed to ooze even more.
- End of Chapter -
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