Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 193 My son for you, your daughter for me (third watch)

Chapter 193: 193 My son for you, your daughter for me (third watch)

Hearing He Yong’s outrageous words, He Ximei felt her anger rising uncontrollably.

She scowled, "Get out of here and stop making a fool of yourself."

He Yong looked sheepish and didn’t dare to say anything more.

He was speaking the truth, though. His sister didn’t like to hear it, but that was a fact.

Xiaofeng was attractive and now fell into the category of those who couldn’t marry out, and who knows what those old bachelors in the village were thinking.

Fortunately, Xiaofeng wasn’t living at home at the moment. If Xiaofeng had been at home, she would have inevitably faced harassment from those old bachelors. How would that be any different from a widow whose husband had died? Of course, there was a difference: Xiaofeng hadn’t married yet and that made her all the more appealing.

Zhang Dacai looked at He Ximei and started to smirk, "Look at you, fatty, still haven’t changed that temper of yours."

"Zhang Dacai, if you’ve got something to say, say it; if not, get out. My home doesn’t welcome you." He Ximei had no affection for this man who had abandoned his wife and children.

"Son, come on, go home with Dad." Zhang Dacai ignored He Ximei and beckoned to Su Peng.

Su Peng shook his head at Zhang Dacai, "Who are you? I don’t know you."

"I’m your dad, your biological dad." Upon hearing Su Peng’s words, Zhang Dacai raised his voice, "Come, go home with Dad, I’ll get you a wife."

Su Peng shook his head, "My mom told me not to talk to strangers."

"He Ximei." Seeing Su Peng’s foolish appearance, Zhang Dacai was livid. After so many years, how could he still be so naive? "What have you been teaching my son all these years? I came here today determined to take Pengzi back with me. If he doesn’t go with me, let your husband’s daughter go with me instead."

In any case, I should take away either a son or a woman.

Su Guaizi, hearing this, angrily grabbed a broom from the side and swept at him. Zhang Dacai scoffed upon seeing this move and easily snatched the broom from his hand, "What is this? Looking for a fight, are you?"

He casually threw the broom aside, and the broom lying on the ground seemed to mock Su Guaizi’s helplessness.

Liu An was gnawing on a chicken leg by the doorway, watching the lively scene unfolding in the fool’s house and hurried over, "Oh dear, what’s happening here."

"Lad, you’ve come at just the right time. Help me find his daughter and tell her that her dad wants his son not his daughter, he’s sold her to me."

On hearing the name Su Xiaofeng, anger flashed in Liu An’s eyes because of Su Xiaofeng, his hand still hadn’t healed.

"This mister, Xiaofeng is quite capable, running a factory in the city. If you want to see her, you’d have to go to the city to find her." It’s just some looks, who knows whose bed she got into, and then they set up this factory for her.

"Is it that kind of factory where they stand on the streets soliciting customers?" Zhang Dacai burst into laughter upon hearing this, "If so, I’d definitely patronize her business."

A car slowly stopped at the family home’s front door, and Xiaofeng got out from the passenger side.

Having heard that the house was almost repaired and Ye Cheng was coming back, she wanted to come home to check as well. Seeing a man at the door who looked somewhat like her big brother, she quickly realized, this must be her brother’s biological father.

Liu An gently tugged Zhang Dacai’s sleeve, whispering, "Mister, this is Xiaofeng. I have matters to attend to at home, so I’ll be going back first."

For some reason, now every time he saw Su Xiaofeng, a chill ran down his spine.

Zhang Dacai’s eyes widened the moment the beauty stepped out of the car.

Beautiful was an understatement. She was extremely beautiful.

Wouldn’t you know, this short man might not look like much, but his daughter was quite fetching.

"Xiaofeng, come here." Su Guaizi’s face darkened with worry. Seeing Xiaofeng return at this time made him even more anxious. He gestured for her to come over.

Xiaofeng glanced at him, then at the atmosphere of the scene, clearly sensing the tension. She walked softly to Su Guaizi’s side and asked He Ximei, "Auntie, has begging come to our doorstep now?"

Zhang Dacai’s attire was shabby: a long coat, loose pants, and clothes that looked like they hadn’t been changed in days.

Xiaofeng’s remark made He Ximei suddenly sniff a stench, as well as the smell of alcohol emanating from Zhang Dacai.

She snorted, "Exactly, go away, beg somewhere else, why stand at our doorstep?"

"Fatty." Zhang Dacai was not one to be easily dismissed, "Do you think I’ll just leave because you want me to? What do you take me for? Here’s the deal, today you either let Pengzi go with me, or you let your man’s daughter go with me, or give me some money to go away. Zhang Dacai has come to your door, I definitely won’t leave empty-handed. If you’re not afraid of ruining your reputation, I’ll just move in here. Where a son is, a father should be too; it’s only natural, isn’t it?"

After all, it didn’t matter where he lived now that he was alone.

He Ximei listened to his shameless reasoning and was infuriated to the point of almost spitting blood.

Only now does he remember he has a son. Where was he back then? If it hadn’t been for marrying Guaizi and providing her and Pengzi with a stable life, she and Pengzi might have lived like animals all these years.

With new grievances and old debts piling up, He Ximei, without any regard, raised her hoe and ferociously swung it towards him, "Playing tricks in front of me, are you? If you dare to stay, watch me break your legs."

"You’re really serious, aren’t you?" Zhang Dacai was not one to be trifled with. He was slightly taller than He Ximei, and it hardly took any effort for him to wrest the hoe from her hands, "Fat woman, even if you train for ten more years, you’re no match for me. Choose one of the three options, or it’s going to get very ugly if I get angry."

Zhang Dacai, holding the hoe, provocatively glared at Su Old Cripple and soon fixed his gaze on Xiaofeng.

Tsk tsk, so pretty, really pretty.

Such a beauty wasted on a fool of a son, perfect for himself though.

"Guaizi, think it over. Either you pay me or you give me your daughter. Actually, giving me your daughter doesn’t cause you any loss, I’m also giving you my son," Zhang Dacai said with a somewhat triumphant look. He was strong and tall, these people were no match for him.

Xiaofeng, hearing what Zhang Dacai said, scoffed, "Uncle, you must have the wrong house. Your son? Where is your son? Why don’t you call him and let us hear."

"Pengzi, come here, to dad. Dad will buy you some food later." It was unthinkable that a father couldn’t call his own son over.

Pengzi didn’t move but instead stepped closer to Xiaofeng and shook his head, "Bad man, you’re a bad man."

Zhang Dacai’s face turned ashen with anger, indeed foolish, how did he produce such a thing.

"Uncle, you heard that? My elder brother called you a bad man." Xiaofeng looked at the man, unafraid although he was holding a hoe.

"Nonsense," Zhang Dacai wasn’t there to take his son today, what use was bringing back such a fool? He still had to provide for him, such a hassle, "It’s okay if he doesn’t come back with me, just give me ten thousand dollars."

These past few days he had been down on his luck, losing quite a bit.

If not for that, who would come to his ex-wife’s place?

Of course, passing up free money is foolish, might as well take it if it’s offered.

Ye Cheng, hands in his pockets, leaned against a car with the poise of a sculpted figure, watching the scene unfold at Xiaofeng’s doorstep, his eyes terribly profound.

This old man dares to target Xiaofeng, truly sick of living.

"Ten thousand?" He Ximei exclaimed, "Zhang Dacai, do you think our house is a bank? Even if we had the money, why would I give it to you?"

It’s absurd.

A man could stoop so low.

"No money, is it? Then use her in exchange, I give you my son, and you give me your daughter, fair and square, no loss, right?" What does he want a son for, such a fool; he’d still have to look after him tirelessly.

A woman is different, bringing such a beauty home would indeed be a dignified matter.

Su Old Cripple’s face turned steely, his eyes blazing as he stared back, "You wish to take my daughter, don’t even think about it."

"I already thought about it, what are you going to do about it?" Zhang Dacai reached out to grab Xiaofeng, intending to make her his hostage.

Xiaofeng watched him intently, noticing his movements. She scoffed coldly; someone was seeking their own demise.

As his strong arm reached out, Xiaofeng pulled out a packet of Xiaoqi’s improved chili itching powder from her pocket and scattered it at him.

Said to be chili powder, merely to deceive others, it mostly contained itching powder.

This stuff, once it touches you, makes you feel both itchy and burning, as if thousands of ants are biting your skin.

To outsiders, it seemed like Zhang Dacai was trying to grab Xiaofeng, and Xiaofeng was merely fending him off with a waved hand.

Zhang Dacai caught nothing but air, oblivious to the fine powdery substance landing on his face. His hands empty, his face burning with rage, he moved to act again.

Before he could make another move, he felt a sudden lightness, as if lightly picked up by someone, thrown out just like tossing a little chicken or puppy.

With a slam, his sturdy body was thrown to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.