The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 385: Sordid (Part 5)_1

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Sordid (Part 5)_1

"Xiaoxiang, my beauty, why are you hemming and hawing like this?" Yang Ruxin laughed, "Just say it."

"You know, before, when your second uncle and fourth uncle were arguing?" Li Xiang hesitated for a moment, seeming a bit embarrassed, "Well, my mom and I got curious, so we snuck to the back of the house to listen, and then..."

"What happened?" Yang Ruxin’s eyebrows lifted slightly, "What did they say?"

"During the argument between your second and fourth uncles, they said..."

"Oh, Xiaoxiang, just spit it out." Liang Xiaoyu became impatient, "You came here specifically to tell Xinxin, didn’t you?"

"I didn’t catch everything, but the gist of it was that both had been peeping at Aunt Hui bathing and changing clothes," Li Xiang whispered in a low voice, seeming somewhat ashamed, "and it sounds like there are holes or something in the wall of the room where you guys live..."

"What?" Hearing this, Yang Ruxin immediately furrowed her brows.

"I didn’t hear everything clearly, but..." Li Xiang quickly grabbed Yang Ruxin’s hand, "My mom originally didn’t want me to tell you, fearing it was unfounded, but... I thought it was better to let you know, just in case it’s true, then..."

"Thank you." Yang Ruxin nodded, smiling sincerely at the two of them, "I’ll have to ask you to keep this matter confidential." Although this incident was the doing of those troublemakers, it was ultimately a Yang Family affair, and she had to consider the feelings of people like her third great-uncle.

"Don’t worry," Liang Xiaoyu and Li Xiang both nodded, "We’re not gossips."

Watching Li Xiang and Liang Xiaoyu’s figures disappear around the corner, a glint of cold light flashed in Yang Ruxin’s eyes. It seemed she needed to visit the old house to take a look, because while they had moved out, the room originally belonged to the main branch of the family, clearly stated on the document for dividing the household—if there were really holes in the wall, and if those two were indeed so vile, then... she would not mind settling matters with them using her own methods.

However, she first needed to figure out the situation between Yang Baifu and that Widow Lü.

For Gu Yao, finding out about these matters was too easy, and by the next day, he had dug up the whole story between the two.

Yang Baifu’s entanglement with Widow Lü had been going on for more than a day or two.

To tell the story properly, it had to start from the beginning.

The Yang Family’s stock was not bad, a trait inherited from Old Master Yang, and among the children, Yang Baifu was the best looking. However, he had only inherited Old Master Yang’s looks, not his diligence. In fact, Yang Anshi had spoiled him rotten, so from a young age, he lived a life of indulgence and laziness.

Of course, being a bit lazy and gluttonous could be tolerated, but Yang Baifu was also a sneak and a libertine, and he enjoyed flirting with women on top of everything else.

Yang Dongshi was married to him through the traditional arrangements made by parents and matchmakers. She was a sincere traditional woman who had some beauty in her youth, but after all these years, she had lost her looks, and coupled with a somewhat slow nature, Yang Baifu had grown tired of her long ago.

Although Yang Dongshi knew that her husband was messing around outside, she never caught him in the act and didn’t dare to confront him, knowing she’d be beaten if she did. In fact, Yang Dongshi had sought help from her in-laws, but Yang Anshi scolded her for being useless, saying it was her fault for not being able to keep her man’s heart, while Old Master Yang did scold his son, but Yang Baifu always said Yang Dongshi was a chicken that didn’t lay eggs.

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