A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

He thought this would allow the village chief to see Wen Meijiu's true colors, but the village chief was already disappointed in him. Who told him to speak to people like this at this point? It was really unwise.

The village chief stopped pleading for him and turned his face away.

The village chief had just begged At, but At didn't give him any face. It was only when Wen Meijiu arrived that Wang Baoquan's life was spared. Everyone else could see it clearly, but Wang Baoquan was still pretending to be blind.

"village head!"

When even the village chief turned a blind eye, Wang Baoquan finally broke down, and his shouts broke down.

"You old fool, what's wrong with apologizing to the wine?"

Are you really willing to risk your son's life just to save face for the village chief?

Chen also crawled over and stood beside her son, shouting at Wang Baoquan at the top of her lungs.

What Wang said was both right and wrong.

Wen Meijiu can save their son, but she doesn't want to kill him.

"Hey, Auntie, what are you saying?"

This matter has nothing to do with me. If you continue like this, I'm not going to get involved anymore.

Wen Meijiu was also angry. How did things get so complicated that she was being dragged into this, as if she had ordered At to do it?

As soon as she turned around, Wang Laishuan's wife grabbed her clothes and knelt down at her feet.

"Little sister, don't go. My mother misspoke. Please don't take it to heart. Please think of something."

Chen was so frightened that she dared not cry anymore and sat quietly watching the warm wine.

"Sister-in-law, get up."

Wen Meijiu didn't want anyone kneeling before her; that would shorten her lifespan.

Of all the family members, only one daughter-in-law spoke in a way that was acceptable to listen to, so Wen Meijiu wanted to give her face.

She turned to look at Art, and Art looked up at her too.

The moment their eyes met, she was certain once again that Art had to get his revenge.

"Brother, if someone whips you, just whip them back."

If you step on someone like that and accidentally kill them, wouldn't you be carrying the burden of a life loss?

Art looked up, arms crossed, and gazed at the sky. After thinking for a moment, he realized that Wen Meijiu's words made sense.

"I'm only doing this because of my sister, not because I'm afraid of you, and certainly not because I'm afraid of taking someone's life."

To tell you the truth, before I met you, I had countless burdens on my shoulders, so this one didn't matter to me.

Art loosened his grip, but didn't let Wang Laishuan off the hook. He just made sure Wang could breathe a little better.

"We know, we know. Coach Te is a very righteous and good person. We all know that and we are grateful to him."

Mrs. Chen kept expressing her gratitude, and her daughter-in-law followed suit, bowing and scraping.

"Good to know. Bring me the whip."

Art reached out to Wang Baoquan for it.

When Wang Laishuan was kicked down, the whip landed not far away, and Wang Baoquan was closest to it at that moment.

Given Wang Baoquan's personality, how could he possibly give the whip to Ate and let him whip his own son?

Wang Baoquan didn't move. He kept his head down, glancing sideways at the direction of the whip, his lips pressed tightly together, his face full of hatred.

Seeing that he didn't react, Art got angry again.

"You won't do it, huh? Then let your son die. Let's see how long you can keep this up."

Wen Meijiu reached out to stop Ate, but Ate turned around and said to her:

"He's being ungrateful, what more do you want to say?"

Art doesn't approve of being a living saint; the more stubborn Wang Baoquan is, the more Art needs to teach him a lesson.

"Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Meijiu had already pressed her hand on his waist, the very spot where Wang Laishuan had just slapped him, causing him to groan softly in pain.

Wen Meijiu then lifted up his short jacket and clicked her tongue repeatedly at the scars on it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's scary, does it hurt?"

"Of course! I'm already like this, is it possible?"

Wen Meijiu nodded at him and said with a smile:

"He's injured like this, it doesn't seem like pulling back won't vent his anger?"

"That's not true."

Art really agreed with this statement; he was not only physically injured, but also emotionally wounded.

"This can't just end like this. I've made up my mind."

Wen Meijiu put her hands on her hips, looking even angrier than At.

This left Art completely bewildered. For a moment, he had no idea what she was up to, so he watched her quietly, waiting for her to continue.

Wen Meijiu leaned close to Art's ear and whispered something.

"It's not satisfying for you to beat him. I also really dislike this old man. Why don't you let his father beat his son for us to see? That would be much more interesting!"

It wasn't that Wen Meijiu was a pervert who liked to watch a good show; it was because she knew how ruthless and powerful Ate's hands were. She knew that one lash from Ate could probably beat Wang Laishuan to death.

"That's not a bad idea."

After thinking it over, Art felt that this way Wen Meijiu could also vent her anger, since the father and son had offended him and Wen Meijiu.

Let his father beat his son, so they'll know what pain is and won't dare to cause trouble again.

Thinking of this, Ate readily agreed and gave the order to Wang Baoquan, who was lying on the ground:

“Give your son a good lash, and this matter will be over. Otherwise, you won’t be able to let it go.”

Wang Baoquan naturally wouldn't agree, but Wang Laishuan, who was now able to breathe freely, quickly persuaded his father.

"Father, will you agree?"

His wife and daughter-in-law also came over to persuade him, laying out the reasons and pros and cons, and Wang Baoquan was finally forced to nod.

"bring it on!"

Art lifted his foot and gestured with his chin toward Wang Baoquan.

Wang Baoquan raised the whip high, but hesitated to bring it down.

Wang Laisuan, being a real man, didn't want to make things difficult for Wen Meijiu. He lifted his shirt, leaned against the side of the cart, and showed his bare back to his father.

"Dad, just keep hitting him hard, it'll be over in no time."

"Hurry up, I don't have time to waste here with you guys."

Art stretched out his foot to kick someone, but was startled back by Wen Meijiu's smirk. He gave Wen Meijiu a silly smile and then urged her on.

"hurry up."

The family members also saw this, and they realized that continuing like this would only anger Ate, so they all urged Wang Baoquan to hurry up.

"Are you trying to kill my whole family?"

"Dad, Xiao Bao is terrified! Hurry up!"

Forced into a corner, Wang Baoquan raised his whip and lashed it hard across Wang Baoquan's back, leaving a red welt.

Wang Laishuan trembled slightly, slowly stood up, put down his clothes, frowned for a long time, forced a smile, and said to his father:

"It doesn't hurt."

Wen Meijiu gave him a thumbs up.

Art felt the result wasn't very interesting, so he turned and left, and Wen Meijiu quickly followed after him.

"Don't think I don't know, you don't want to hit that kid at all."

Just like Mingjing'er, Art felt a strange sense of loss.

"Nonsense, he's nobody to me, why wouldn't I want to be with him?"

Wen Meijiu was still trying to justify herself, feeling sorry for Ate, but there was no best solution to the situation. Ate had almost trampled Wang Laishuan to death, but no one pursued the matter.

"And I'm nobody to you either."

Art is at least self-aware in this respect.

"Who said that? You're my dear older brother!"

Wen Meijiu said with a smile that she had no choice but to say something nice to make Ate happy.

Art stared in surprise, then spread his arms and ran off like the wind, shouting:

"I am my sister's dearest older brother!"

Wen Meiji was terrified. Why did this big mouth start shouting everywhere he heard something?