Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 276 True or False First Love 76_1

Chapter 276: Chapter 276 True or False First Love 76_1

Zhou Juan lay on the kang for a long time, feeling so tired.

Indeed, since coming here—no, since marrying Zheng Weijian—she had felt increasingly busy, spinning like a top without stopping.

Even when she had a miscarriage, the team leader told her to rest for a few days, to take some time to recover.

But Zheng Weijian, her intimate lover, didn’t seem to know how to care at all.

Asking him to collect firewood or fetch water was always met with endless complaints and reluctance.

Zhou Juan took a deep breath, feeling that she could not go on like this; if she continued to consider Zheng Weijian, her health would only worsen.

When she returned to the city, the Zheng family, who already looked down on her, would they acknowledge her as the daughter-in-law of the Zheng family if they knew about her poor health?

As for Zheng Weijian, she had no expectations at all; the man was utterly selfish.

If the Zheng family put the slightest pressure on him or staged a show for her, he would easily cast her aside.

Once Zheng Weijian found a job, he might even find a new bride, but where would that leave her?

Having fallen out with her own family, she had no way to return; the Zheng family would not recognize her or give her any money.

Even if she went back to the city with her poor health, life would not be any easier.

What to do? Zhou Juan took a deep breath, feeling utterly lost.

While Zhou Juan was wondering what to do, Zheng Weijian walked into the cave house from outside, "Zhou Juan, why didn’t you go to work today?"

He glanced around and noticed that she hadn’t even cooked, "Zhou Juan, what’s the matter with you, the fact that you haven’t made the meal?"

"What’s the matter with you, not even knowing to cook?"

"I’ve been busy outside all morning, and I come home to find not a warm meal in sight."

Zheng Weijian kept going on and on, and after talking for a long time, he noticed Zhou Juan still lying in bed, showing no signs of getting up to cook.

This really angered Zheng Weijian; was she being disobedient, not wanting to cook?

No matter, he walked straight to the edge of the kang, grabbed Zhou Juan by her arms and legs, and dragged her down onto the floor.

Zhou Juan never expected Zheng Weijian to lay his hands on her; the world spun around, and she found herself lying on the ground, a pang of pain shooting through her back.

Zhou Juan opened her mouth in shock, knowing he was a selfish man, but not expecting him to treat her this way for not obeying.

Zheng Weijian looked displeased and seeing that she still wasn’t getting up to cook, he kicked her with his foot, "Stop playing dead."

"Get up and cook."

"Really..."

Zhou Juan, hearing Zheng Weijian’s scolding, took a deep breath, then got up and pushed him.

Zheng Weijian didn’t expect Zhou Juan to push him; just as he was about to retaliate, he found Zhou Juan sitting on top of him.

Zheng Weijian was furious, the curses he spat out becoming increasingly vicious. Zhou Juan got even angrier listening to him.

Remembering all her efforts for Zheng Weijian these days, only to be met with such treatment, she found it unbearable.

Zhou Juan recalled what Zhou Lina once said; whoever laid a hand on her, she would strike back fiercely, very fiercely.

Right, that’s exactly what she should do; she should let Zheng Weijian know not to mess with her, otherwise, he would continue to think she was easy to bully.

Thinking about where to start, Zhou Juan heard Zheng Weijian continue to curse; right, she would start from here.

Zhou Juan directly smacked Zheng Weijian’s mouth, "This is for you swearing, your mouth is so filthy, it needs to be taught a lesson."

Zheng Weijian didn’t expect Zhou Juan to hit his mouth. At first, he was stunned, not having reacted.

By the time he came to his senses, his mouth was in sharp pain, and he could taste the blood in his mouth.

This really provoked Zheng Weijian, who tried to flip Zhou Juan off him, but maybe she had already prepared for this, and her blows became fiercer.

Zheng Weijian failed to flip Zhou Lina off; instead, he felt as if his mouth had gone numb, as if it no longer belonged to him.

Before he could react, Zhou Juan flipped him over, pinned his head down, and made him face-plant into the mud.

"Aren’t you hungry?"

"Then eat dirt."

"You say you’re tired from work, but for a big man, you only earn five work points while I earn eight."

"You don’t provide for the family at all."

"You don’t even do household chores, acting like some lord of the manor."

"Let me tell you, Zheng Weijian, from now on you eat as much as the work points you earn."

"We’ll keep separate accounts and you’ll be the one to gather the firewood for the home."

"You’ll be the one to carry water."

"If you dare not, I’ll beat you."

When she first raised her hand, Zhou Juan was really nervous, wondering if she could subdue him, and what she would do if Zheng Weijian fought back.

To her surprise, he turned out to be such a waste, a total waste.

Zhou Juan felt like crying when she thought about it; she used to be so much weaker than Zheng Weijian, and now she was easily handling him.

What did this show? It showed that she was truly putting forth her blood, sweat, and tears here, while this man, Zheng Weijian, was just lazing his days away.

Zhou Juan regretted it, she really did, she felt she never should have thought about getting married.

"I regret it, I really do."

Zheng Weijian, though unable to speak, harbored regrets too, "I, I..."

"Don’t you speak," Zhou Juan didn’t want to hear Zheng Weijian talk right now, "Did you hear what I just said?"

"From now on, you’ll be the one to carry water and gather firewood."

"If you don’t do it, no problem, just don’t eat. After all, you’re nothing but trash, a big piece of trash."

"Zhou Lina saw right through you, that you’re nothing but a big piece of trash, and wants nothing to do with you."

"Only I was the fool; I actually thought you were alright."

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Juan figured that everything was already like this, regret was useless, and the only thing to do was to properly teach Zheng Weijian a lesson.

Trash, how could he be trash? Zheng Weijian sobbed in various ways, not wanting to admit it.

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Zhou Juan asked, "How many work points do you have?"

"Can you carry water?"

"Can you cook?"

"Can you do household chores?"

Zhou Juan threw a barrage of questions, but Zheng Weijian couldn’t answer any of them. Seeing that he was unable to respond, she scoffed a few times.

"I called you trash, and you still won’t admit it."

"Right, did your parents give you any money?" Zhou Juan felt the Zheng family elders might not care about her well-being, but they wouldn’t ignore his.

At this point, Zheng Weijian’s eyes abruptly constricted; Zhou Juan used to be exhausted, thinking that Zheng Weijian didn’t go to the commune much and thus had no place to spend money.

But now, seeing his reaction, things were probably not as she thought; avoiding the commune didn’t mean there was no need for money.

"Did your family give you money?"

Zhou Juan raised her voice, "Did your parents give you money?"

The more Zhou Juan thought about it, the angrier she got, and she couldn’t control herself; she hit Zheng Weijian even harder.

Zheng Weijian originally didn’t want to speak; he knew that once he did, he’d be in trouble, and the money in his hands wouldn’t be his anymore.

He wanted to hold out, but he really couldn’t stand it. Zhou Juan’s blows were truly heavy.