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Chapter 55 Forcing Marriage
"Oh my god! Would Wei Hong agree? That old postman is old and poor..."

"Unwilling? Are we just going to let her have her way?"

Li Cuihua mimicked Wei Yaozong's tone and said fiercely.

"Wei Yaozong said that she's a used woman now. Who would want her except that old bachelor? If she doesn't marry him, she can expect to be drowned in spit! She'll even make her parents lose face!"

The water room immediately erupted into chaos.

The whispers turned into a buzzing discussion, filled with surprise, disdain, and, most importantly, excitement from those who loved watching the drama unfold.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire residential compound, starting from the water room.

Anmin, carrying a thermos, had just reached the door of the water room when she heard a cacophony of voices inside.

The words came in a dense, continuous stream, and Anmin heard them very clearly.

She anticipated that the Wei family would cause a huge uproar, and she also guessed that Wei Yaozong would resort to the most brutal and direct method to cover up his shame.

But I never expected the news to spread so quickly and in such a terrible way.

It seems that Li Cuihua, the gossip next door to the Wei family, deserves much of the credit.

An Min's face remained expressionless, but her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the thermos.

She didn't want to get involved in this mess, and she certainly didn't want to become a target for the Wei family's anger.

So Anmin turned around, wanting to avoid the noisy crowd and try her luck at the boiler room.

So she naturally had no idea how nasty those people were to say after she left.

After all, it's truly shameful for Wei Hong to have done something like this.

People are cooped up here all day, so naturally they're happy to hear this gossip.

The Wei family at this time.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, but that couldn't stop the strange looks and whispers from the outside world.

Li Cuihua's achievements are already evident.

Wei Yaozong sat on a broken chair in the main room, his face ashen, smoking one cheap cigarette after another. The swirling smoke could not conceal the violence and shame in his eyes.

He could sense that, starting this morning, everyone's gaze towards him had changed.

It was no longer the obsequious reverence of before, but rather full of contempt, ridicule, and schadenfreude.

The prestige that Wei Yaozong had cultivated over many years turned into a huge joke overnight.

"It's all that Li Cuihua's fault! That foul-mouthed, stinking old woman!"

Wei Yaozong stubbed out his cigarette on the table, leaving a charred mark, and gritted his teeth.

"And Anmin! It must be her! She found out first and deliberately exposed it, which led to all this mess!"

He directed all his anger at these two people.

Qin Shulan huddled in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), her eyes red and swollen, looking as if she had aged ten years overnight.

She dared not look into her husband's murderous gaze, and even less dared to go out and face the pointing fingers and whispers.

All she knew was that the "respectability" she had painstakingly maintained her entire life was completely gone.

My daughter's future is ruined too.

Wei Hong was like a soulless puppet, locked in the inner room.

The whispers outside felt like needles pricking her heart.

She hated Anmin for exposing her! She hated Li Cuihua for spreading rumors everywhere.

She hated the old postman who had brought her to this state even more.

But she never imagined that she would end up in this situation entirely because of her own fault.

Wei Yaozong suddenly stood up, pacing around in the small room like a trapped beast.

He couldn't just sit and wait to die; he had to act decisively and decisively.

"Cry! What's the use of crying!"

Wei Yaozong roared at Qin Shulan.

"Go, take out all the money in the house, along with the food coupons, and find two decent clothes." He roared into the inner room again.

"Wei Hong, you get out here right now, get yourself ready, and today, today, I'll personally escort you to the post office to find that old bastard. Make this mess of things final, get the marriage certificate right now, and go to his doghouse. Don't embarrass yourself here."

Qin Shulan trembled as she rummaged through drawers and cabinets.

Wei Hong choked up as she spoke from the inner room.

Wei Yaozong felt extremely annoyed and humiliated as he listened.

He had to remove this stain from his home as quickly as possible.

Even if it's the most brutal method, even if it means pushing your daughter into another fire pit.

As for An Min and Li Cuihua...

A sinister glint flashed in Wei Yaozong's eyes.

Once he has the time, he will definitely settle this score!
Before long, the tightly closed wooden door of the Wei family was yanked open from the inside by Wei Yaozong.

His face was ashen, and his eyes swept fiercely over the few neighbors who were peeking out of the yard, pretending to be passing by.

The neighbors, pierced by his dagger-like gaze, immediately shrank back and slipped away as if nothing had happened.

Wei Yaozong snorted heavily and pulled Wei Hong, who was hiding behind the door, out with a backhand motion.

Today, Qin Shulan forced Wei Hong to wear a half-new blue cloth blouse in an attempt to cover her very obvious pregnant belly.

But with the blouse taut, the rounded curves became even more glaring.

Her hair was tied up haphazardly, tears still clung to her face, and her eyes were empty and numb, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, as Wei Yaozong roughly pulled her around.

Qin Shulan followed behind, clutching a small cloth bag tightly in her hand, which contained a few crumpled tickets and some loose change.

She was hunched over, her head hanging low, as if she wanted to bury her face in her chest, and she didn't dare to look around.

"Stop dawdling! Let's go!"

Wei Yaozong let out a low growl and gripped Wei Hong's wrist tightly, as if escorting a prisoner.

He practically dragged her out of the courtyard and strode towards the post office.

Qin Shulan jogged after her, her steps unsteady.

It was mid-morning, and the streets were bustling with people.

The trio from the Wei family, especially Wei Yaozong with his fierce and menacing appearance and Wei Hong with her distraught look and noticeably protruding belly, immediately became the center of attention.

"Look! It's coming out!"

"My God, they really went to the post office?"

"Tsk tsk, look at Wei Hong's belly... Oh dear, Wei Yaozong's face is so dark..."

"Qin Shulan followed behind, not daring to lift her head, what a tragedy..."

"Li Cuihua is absolutely right! Is Wei Yaozong really going to force his daughter to marry that old postman?"

"What else can we do? Keep it for the New Year? We can't afford to lose face!"

The murmurs buzzed around them like flies.

Wei Yaozong's temples were throbbing with veins, and his molars were clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

He tightened his grip on Wei Hong's wrist, causing her to stumble and almost fall, but she didn't dare utter a sound.

He could only glare fiercely at those pointing and whispering, temporarily silencing their voices.

Master Wang, Wang Dongkang, was leaning against the peeling green mailbox at the post office entrance, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He squinted and made a few flirtatious remarks to a young woman passing by, which made her spit and walk away quickly.

He was wearing a faded but still neat postman uniform, his hair was slicked back and covered a few strands of gray, and his face carried the shrewdness and a hint of roguishness honed from years of mingling in the streets.

Seeing the three members of the Wei family approaching menacingly from afar, especially Wei Yaozong's ashen face and Wei Hong, who was being dragged along and had a noticeably pregnant belly, they were immediately struck by the sight.

Wang Dongkang's heart skipped a beat; he almost burned his hand with the cigarette butt.

(End of this chapter)