The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1187: I’ll Take Your Surname!

Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: I’ll Take Your Surname!

If she were to be someone’s daughter-in-law and the bridal chamber got turned into this mess, wouldn’t they have peeled a layer off her skin?

But to speak the truth, she wouldn’t do such a despicable act. They haven’t even consummated the marriage yet, and the banquet hasn’t even ended, yet she was so impatient to turn the bridal chamber into this state.

"Elder Mr. Zhou, I’m not speaking ill of you, but the upbringing in the Zhou family... sigh."

Listened to those words, Elder Mr. Zhou felt a darkness before his eyes, really wanting to just faint and be done with it.

With such a daughter-in-law, where would he find any good days ahead?

After taking a deep breath, he glared at his son with fierce eyes, and Old Master Zhou, too, was flustered and embarrassed, striding over to his wife’s side, he raised his hand and delivered a hefty slap across her face.

"You ignorant woman, what do you want to turn our home into before you’re satisfied? Get out, get back to your room now!"

"You..."

Madam Zhou, covering her face, looked at her husband in disbelief.

In front of so many people, not leaving her any dignity at all, what did this mean? Now that they had Feng Yurui, did this family intend to throw her away?

"Head of the family, I did this for the sake of our home. After hosting a banquet, we’ve spent all our silver. Could it be that from now on, we are to starve? Of course I had to look for Rui’er’s dowry to use first."

If they won’t give her face, then nobody should have any dignity!

"Isn’t this what you told me? Otherwise, why would I rummage through my daughter-in-law’s dowry chest?"

"You—"

Old Master Zhou, upon hearing her words, felt a surge of disgust stuck in his throat, nearly choking to death!

When did he ever ask to sift through Feng Yurui’s dowry? This woman was actually spouting nonsense with her eyes wide open—did she really think he couldn’t live without her?

"Shut your mouth, when did I ever say such a thing?!"

Such words might come from his father, but he was no fool who would directly offend Miss Feng Yurui from the Magistrate’s mansion.

"Get back to the room, go back there right now!"

With that, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her straight back to the room.

In the courtyard, everyone was looking at Elder Mr. Zhou with contemptuous eyes, as if they wanted to peel a layer off his face. But as things had come to this point, there was nothing more he could say; he just sat back down.

...

In the room.

Old Master Zhou, seeing his wife still wanting to make a fuss, raised his hand and delivered another slap to her face.

"Ah!"

Madam Zhou was slapped down onto the bed.

"You—"

"What are you staring at? Behave yourself for me, and if you dare to babble nonsense again, I will..."

"What will you do? Divorce me? Do you think I’m still afraid you might divorce me?" Madam Zhou retorted with a sneer, still holding her face.

"Mr. Zhou, if you have the gall, then divorce me! Write the divorce papers, and let’s see if I will leave immediately. If I linger, I’ll take your surname!"

Madam Zhou shouted back, not willing to show any weakness.

"You..."

Old Master Zhou had a surge of bile stuck in his throat again.

"Divorce you? You wish!"

Saying that, his sinister gaze fixed on her, he abruptly took off one of his shoes and lunged at her, pinning Madam Zhou down with it, and began to brutally beat her face with the sole of his shoe.

The sound was shockingly loud.

"Ah, uh, ah!"

Madam Zhou was beaten so badly that except for her cries of agony, she was devoid of any other reactions and utterly incapable of resistance.