The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man-Chapter 155 - 154: Don’t Get Disfigured

The moment Xu Wenwan stepped out the door, she ran into several women walking with their weeping children in tow.

Xu Wenwan hated the sound of crying children more than anything, so she immediately kept her distance.

But even after they had left the village, the group still hadn’t turned off the path.

Xu Wenwan couldn’t help but speak up.

"Where are you all going?"

The woman who heard Xu Wenwan’s sudden question was taken aback. ’Given her age, it wouldn’t kill her to call me ’Auntie’!’

’She’s not nearly as sweet-tongued as Gu Jiaojiao.’

But she quickly forgot about it and pulled Xu Wenwan aside to share some gossip.

"You haven’t heard, have you? Gu Jiaojiao hit someone’s kid, and these parents are going to demand an explanation."

The speaker was Wu Cuizhi, and her tone was dripping with schadenfreude.

She still remembered the time Gu Jiaojiao had won a yuan from her.

Now that there was a spectacle involving Gu Jiaojiao to watch, she certainly wasn’t going to miss it.

Speaking of which, Wu Cuizhi hadn’t seen Gu Jiaojiao in a long time.

She had been busy going up the mountain recently. Aside from bumping into Gu Jiaojiao on the first day, she hadn’t run into her since.

Mainly because she felt that nothing good ever came from meeting Gu Jiaojiao, so she had been actively avoiding her.

But today there was drama to see—especially Gu Jiaojiao’s drama—so Wu Cuizhi immediately tagged along.

Xu Wenwan’s brow furrowed.

’The system said before that once a task is triggered, it takes effect immediately. It’s been over ten hours since last night. Could it just be activating now?’

Xu Wenwan didn’t dwell on it. Seeing the angry mob, she also hurried to follow the large crowd of spectators.

「Leng Yuan’s house.」

Gu Jiaojiao had just finished tidying up Sweet Girl when a coarse, loud voice boomed from the courtyard.

"Gu Jiaojiao, you get your ass out here!"

Inside the house, Chen Erniu’s face paled.

"Sister-in-law, I forgot to lock the gate."

Gu Jiaojiao’s expression was calm, not the least bit flustered. She even comforted Chen Erniu.

"Don’t be afraid. It’s nothing."

With that, she took a sharp knife from its place on the wall by the door and walked out.

This was the very knife her father-in-law used to kill wild boars. One stab was all it took.

Gu Jiaojiao went out carrying the knife. She slammed the butt of it onto the ground, her voice steady. "Who’s calling for me?"

The knife was over a meter long and had been sharpened to a fine edge. In the daylight, it glinted with a white light.

Someone with a sharp eye recognized the knife.

"Isn’t that Leng Junsheng’s knife?"

Years ago, wild boars had come down from the mountains to steal food, destroying many fences and ruining many vegetable patches.

No one could do anything about the boars, but then Leng Yuan’s father took this very knife and stabbed two of them to death.

Everyone knew that wild boars had tough, thick hides and were not easy to kill.

But Leng Yuan’s father’s knife cut through a boar as if it were tofu, skewering it in an instant.

Seeing that knife, the image of Leng Junsheng killing the wild boars was as vivid as if it were yesterday.

Many people gulped.

"Gu Zhiqing, don’t get worked up. We can talk this out, we can talk this out."

"Talk my ass! Gu Jiaojiao, you dared to hit my son? Watch me beat you to death today!"

This was Chen Yan, the village’s infamous shrew. She was used to throwing her weight around and didn’t take Gu Jiaojiao seriously at all.

’She wouldn’t actually use it, would she?’

She had long been unable to stand the sight of Gu Jiaojiao. How could someone so lazy, with such a stinking reputation, manage to marry Leng Yuan?

And to top it off, Leng Yuan doted on her so much.

He even built a thresher for her.

’On what grounds?’

’She’s just a lazy hag with a pretty face. If that face were ruined, would Leng Yuan still dote on her?’

Malice grew in Chen Yan’s heart.

Originally, she had just come to get an explanation for her son, but seeing how well-cared-for Gu Jiaojiao looked, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy.

She wanted to destroy that face.

Chen Yan was a seasoned fighter in the village and knew how to inflict the most pain.

Anyone who had fought with her had suffered for it in subtle ways.

She hadn’t cut her fingernails in days, and they had grown out quite a bit.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she lunged, clawing straight for Gu Jiaojiao’s face.

When the onlookers saw this, their hearts clenched.

’Gu Zhiqing’s face is so fair and delicate. It would be such a shame if it were disfigured.’