Chapter 18

re sent down... AAAAAH!"Before the words even left his mouth, he was struck twice in the stomach by Rong Zhaonan's fists. He retched and spat out sour water, collapsing to his knees."Don't push me to...Ning Yuan saw the situation and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

She could only close her eyes and instinctively shield her head with her hands, but the next moment —

"Bang!" a sharp gust of wind swept past.

A tall, thin figure suddenly dashed past her, pulling her into his arms and deftly sweeping aside the things that had been thrown at her.

Ning Yuan paused for a moment, instinctively raising her head to look at the man who was holding her in his arms.

Róng Zhāonán bowed his head: “Is there something wrong”

She hastily shook her head, instinctively stepping out of his embrace: "It's nothing!"

But the next moment, the thing smashed to one side instantly, and a nauseating stench came out all at once.

"Ugh!" Ning Yuan instinctively covered her nose, feeling like she was going to vomit. She was both angry and annoyed —

It's actually poop!

"You little bastard, you stole my stuff and even dared to smash my...!" Ning Yuan was furious, stamping her feet and chasing after him.

It's so disgusting, it makes me sick!

If that lump of poop hit her on the head, she would have nightmares for three days straight and wouldn't want to eat anything.

Rong Zhaonan moved faster than her, like an arrow leaving the string, he dashed to the shadowy figure in just a few moves.

He kicked toward the other person's back, but just as his foot made contact, he stopped.

The other person was hit by a strong wind, stumbled and fell to the ground. The pot also fell and spilled half of its contents.

The thief fell down, but he was not afraid of the hot porridge. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the dirty porridge that had spilled on the ground and put it back into the pot: "My porridge!"

Ning Yuan also gasped for breath and rushed to the thief's face, angrily reaching out to grab the collar: "This is my congee!"

At this, she was stunned.

Under the moonlight, she could clearly see that she was clutching a gray-haired, sharp-nosed and thin old woman.

The other person was glaring fiercely at her, reaching out with a death grip on the handle of the aluminum pot: "Mine, this porridge is mine, give it to me!"

That old woman was so thin, all bones were left. It was unknown where she got that much strength; while grabbing the porridge, she also reached out to harshly scratch Ning Yuan's face.

"Alright, Grandma Xia, don't go too far!" Rong Zhaonan grabbed the old woman's hand.

Otherwise, her nails would scratch Ningyuan's eyes.

Ning Yuan was furious. She raised her hand and slapped the old woman's hand away, snatching the pot. "Let go! This is the porridge I cooked, my pot, my fish!"

This is just outrageous! That wicked old woman hit her with feces, stole her porridge, and even tried to scratch her eyes!

The sharp-nosed old woman watched helplessly as she was unable to reach the pot of porridge, and was being dragged away by Rong Zhaonan. She struggled, but couldn't break free.

She gaped her mouth wide open, then suddenly slumped down on the ground and burst into tears.

"My porridge, my porridge, it's my porridge! I'm going to the commune to report you for secretly digging into the public wall and stealing my porridge!"

Ning Yuan stared blankly at the old woman, who looked like a lump of tough meat. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

If in another few decades, the old woman falls down, she's probably going to lose everything, right

Still, Rong Zhaonan loosened his grip and crouched down, addressing Xia APo coldly: "Xia APo, if you keep making noise, I won't share any food with you guys from now on."

Just those words instantly stopped Grandma Xia's crying.

She glared fiercely at Rong Zhaonan: "I knew you scoundrel would turn into a beast once you got married and slept with your wife!"

"Cough cough cough..." Ning Yuan almost blushed. This was what kind of time, how could anyone dare say such things!

Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "Xia Ah-po, don't talk nonsense. You've gone too far today."

Xia A-po let out a cold snort, hunched her back and got up, shaking the dirt off her body.

"What are you getting so worked up about What did I say wrong! You got married and didn't even share any food with us. I'm just coming to get some myself, what's the matter Quickly tell that dead girl to bring me some porridge, my husband and I are waiting to eat."

Ning Yuan was also convinced. She had never seen anyone beg for food so confidently, and even threatened her

She held the pot and sneered: “I cooked this meal, and he may not even have a share, let alone you!”

She's not blind to the fact that Rong Zhaonan seems to have some kind of relationship with this old woman.

But she had been a doormat her whole life, and she didn't want to be one anymore!

Xia A-po, seeing this, was instantly startled. She pointed at her and stammered, "You... you... this vixen!"

Ning Yuan rolled her eyes. "You have the nerve to call me a shrew"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked away holding the pot.

But the next moment, a big hand suddenly grasped her hand: "Wait a minute, Ning Yuan, Xia A Po's husband is sick, this pot of porridge should be given to her."

Ning Yuan turned her head, looked at Rong Zhaonan, and asked expressionlessly, "What does it have to do with me"

He used that commanding tone of voice, does he really think they're husband and wife

Even if they are husband and wife, so what

With an air of entitlement, she suddenly remembered her husband from her past life, Li Yan, was just like that.—

After getting married and returning to her hometown, all the relatives constantly came visiting, year after year, taking advantage of the family's hospitality and asking for favors or money.

She always has to wait on me, doing the cooking and cleaning.

Li Yan would never ask her opinion, and always gave orders in this kind of tone. Whoever was coming to stay, hurry up and buy groceries and cook.

Their wages aren't high, and they even have to borrow money to get by. They want to make their families back home happy when they return.

The reason is that one cannot only look after one's own family and disregard the feelings of relatives and friends in their hometown.

But why She's just married him, yet she's treated like she married someone from the same village.

It wasn't her who owed favors, she was the one serving others, and she was also the one who got tired.

"Penny-pinching even when buying eggs, she'd compare prices to find the cheapest option, even if it was just two cents cheaper. She wouldn't spare any effort."

She complained twice, and Li Yan would criticize her for being unreasonable, ignorant, unfilial, and lacking in virtue.

Rong Zhaonan watched Ning Yuan's face suddenly turn cold, her expression making him taken aback.

Why is her reaction so big...

The man involuntarily loosened his grip and said in a low voice, "Consider this a favor owed to me. Mr. Tang is in poor health and has been busy these past few days, so he hasn't had time to send them food."

Ning Yuan glanced at Grandma Xia, seeing her staring at him, but she couldn't help but swallow nervously. Her whole body was thin, dirty, and stinky.

She carried the pot and suddenly walked toward the front of the path: “Okay, I remember. I’ll bring this pot to you guys.”

Does the honored elder owe me a favor

This is great!

She had no good feelings towards Xia Ajiao.

But she was curious, what kind of person would be able to help Elder Rong even when he was in such a precarious situationly brush against his cheek, taking off his glasses.The girl's tone and smile in front of him almost gave him a strange illusion, as if they were a real couple.Rong Zhaonan picked up his chopsticks and...