“Si Nian, you little bitch, come out here right now!”

“You shameless slut, seducing my son and even beating him up so badly he ended up in the hospital! Is there no justice left in this world?”

“If you don’t give me an explanation today, I won’t let you off the hook!”

The sudden outburst of curses and shouts outside wiped the smiles off Lin’s mother and Lin Xiao’s faces.

Even the family dog, Da Huang, began barking furiously at the commotion.

But the enraged Li family, emboldened by their numbers, showed no fear.

Si Nian had anticipated the Li family’s visit—after all, Li Mingjun had been beaten up by Zhou Yueshen.

This matter had to be dealt with eventually.

She just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

Seeing the frightened children and the sudden tension in Lin’s mother and her brother, she calmly instructed, “Little Dong, Little Han, take your sister to the room first.”

Judging by the noise, a large crowd had gathered outside.

With such a ruckus, the whole village would soon be drawn to the scene.

There was no avoiding it now.

If she didn’t face them, it would only make her look guilty.

Zhou Yuedong and Zhou Yuehan exchanged worried glances but obeyed, leading their younger sister upstairs.

Lin’s mother, fearing trouble, quickly stood up. “Nian, I’ll go with you.”

Lin Xiao, though unaware of the details, could tell from the vicious insults that these people were here to target his sister.

His expression darkened as he followed them outside.

By now, a crowd had gathered at the Zhou family’s gate.

Leading the charge was a middle-aged woman hurling abuse, accompanied by Zhou Tingting, whom Si Nian had met before.

Behind them stood a group of aggressive men—clearly the Li family’s reinforcements, here to demand justice for Li Mingjun.

Neighbors, drawn by the noise, watched in shock.

“Tingting, what… what’s going on here?” someone asked hesitantly.

Zhou Tingting’s face was dark with anger. Bringing her in-laws to cause trouble at her own family’s home was disgraceful, no matter how you looked at it.

But this time, her older brother had gone too far.

To think he’d beaten her brother-in-law so badly—they’d initially assumed Li Mingjun had gotten into a drunken brawl and was too ashamed to explain.

But then the Liu family called, and her mother-in-law happened to pick up, revealing the truth: it was Zhou Yueshen who had done it.

Digging deeper, Zhou Tingting discovered it was all because of Si Nian again!

That woman—she’d known from the start she was trouble.

First, she’d driven Aunt Liu away, then ruined the Zhou family’s relationship with their only relatives.

Now she’d even gotten her brother-in-law kicked out of the family farm.

She’d heard the Lin Family had a son working as a truck driver in town and suspected Si Nian had schemed to replace Li Mingjun with him.

The woman was downright cunning.

But the worst part? Her usually composed older brother had actually fought over a woman!

Unheard of.

After the Aunt Liu incident, Zhou Tingting had swallowed her pride, knowing it was pointless to confront Si Nian directly.

But this time was different. Her mother-in-law doted on Li Mingjun like he was her own flesh and blood, and now he was bedridden with fractures—doctors said he wouldn’t recover for at least six months.

Li Mingjun, already irresponsible with money, now had his medical bills dumped on them.

Zhou Tingting wasn’t about to take that lying down.

When her mother-in-law found out Zhou Yueshen was responsible, she immediately demanded justice.

Still bitter over the Aunt Liu incident, she’d doubled down, insisting Zhou Tingting lead them here.

Though furious, Zhou Tingting took some satisfaction in knowing the blame would fall squarely on Si Nian.

Now, a menacing crowd stood at the gate.

When Si Nian stepped out, flanked by two strangers—undoubtedly from the Lin Family—Zhou Tingting sneered.

“Well, well, Si Nian. Just after getting my brother-in-law kicked out, you’ve already moved your whole family into the Zhou household. Do you really think this is your home now?”

The onlookers murmured in surprise.

Rumors had circulated, but Zhou Yueshen had forbidden his workers from spreading details.

All anyone knew was that Li Mingjun had stopped showing up.

Now, hearing this, some began eyeing Si Nian with suspicion.

One villager, who’d never liked Si Nian, chimed in:

“I saw Li Mingjun delivering meat to her once. She was barely dressed, whispering who-knows-what to him. He looked uncomfortable, but I thought I was imagining things. Turns out it was true…”

Mother Wang’s face twisted in rage.

Her son had finally landed a decent job—she’d hoped he’d settle down, start a family.

And now this? Beaten half to death over some scheming woman?

“You’re that Si Nian, aren’t you? The slut who seduced my son!”

Her piercing glare raked over Si Nian, taking in her striking beauty—proof enough, in her eyes, of the girl’s guilt.

In this era, demure and modest looks were prized.

A woman as voluptuous and alluring as Si Nian, with those bewitching eyes, was practically begging for trouble.

Lin’s mother, hearing her daughter insulted, flushed with anger. “How dare you speak to her like that! Have you no shame?”

Si Nian gently pulled her back.

Zhou Tingting and her mother-in-law had come prepared, backed by four or five men.

Even with Da Huang here, they couldn’t guarantee safety.

The unlocked gate swung open easily, and the mob pressed forward.

A direct confrontation was impossible.

So instead of retaliating, Si Nian softened her tone, feigning innocence.

“Auntie, what are you talking about? When did I ever seduce your son? Who even is your son?”

“Don’t play dumb! My son was beaten because of you! You vile little tramp, how dare you deny it?”

Mother Wang had two sons, and the younger one was her spoiled darling.

To see him broken and bedridden drove her to madness.

She didn’t care about appearances anymore—she wanted this woman to suffer.

Si Nian, unfazed by the insults, blinked as if suddenly remembering.

“Oh! You mean that truck driver who works for my husband?”

She nodded earnestly and said, “I remember him quite well. A while ago, he kept coming to my house, claiming Zhou Yueshen had sent him to deliver meat. Feeling sorry for his hard work, I told Zhou Yueshen to stop sending him over. Only then did I find out Zhou Yueshen hadn’t actually asked him to come at all. Honestly, he was such a kind soul—my husband never even requested him to bring us meat, yet he kept showing up to deliver it…”

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