A Buddhist who is abstinent? Then who is the crying monster in her arms?

Although he was just an ordinary nouveau riche, the aura he brought with him was more than enough to scare a rural woman.

The woman was frightened by him and her voice trembled unconsciously.

"Yes... I understand. I'm sorry, big brother, I'm just a big mouth, and I speak without thinking. Please don't bother with me."

The thin man beside her picked up the hookah and hit the woman hard several times.

"You're talking nonsense, you money-loser! You've brought bad luck to this happy day!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I'm sorry..."

The woman was knocked down on the sofa, and she skillfully covered her head and begged for mercy.

The fat man symbolically stopped him and scolded him,

"Ah Ming! How many times have I told you, hitting a woman is nothing? Besides, today is my son's day. If you have any problems, just go home and solve them yourselves behind closed doors!"

A Ming quickly stopped and said with a smile,

"I'm sorry, big brother, this bitch deserves to be punished."

After saying that, he glared at the woman opposite him fiercely.

The fat man winked at the woman beside him before pouring him a cup of tea.

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but can you change your bad temper? Only your sister-in-law can tolerate you and stay by your side wholeheartedly."

"I will change it. I will definitely change it later." Amin said with a wry smile.

Although he is not close to this big brother, he has been afraid of him since he was a child, not to mention that he has become a big boss now, his posture makes him even more scared.

The woman helped the beaten woman up and handed her the tissue on the table, saying with some concern,

"Sister-in-law, do you have any medicine at home? Hurry up and ask Yaozu to bring it over to rub you. We came back in a hurry this time, so we didn't prepare a medicine box at home."

The woman looked at her gratefully, then nonchalantly covered her face with a tissue and said with a smile,

"It's okay, I don't feel any pain. We've been doing this for years, and it's what you city people call romance. If he didn't hit me, I'd be worried he had someone else outside."

The woman took a sip of tea to hide the disdain on her lips.

After she put down the teacup, her usual smile returned.

"You've spoiled him too much. We women should be nicer to ourselves and take care of ourselves. Speaking of taking care of ourselves..."

The woman took a look at herself, then took off the cheapest pearl ring on her hand and put it on the other person's hand.

"A woman can't live without some accessories. If she dresses up beautifully, she'll feel better. Then the man at home will pay more attention to her, right?

I didn't bring any gifts for you this time, but this ring suits you very well and fits you perfectly. I'll give it to you, and I hope you don't mind it."

What a brainless crazy woman, is she addicted to being beaten?

Shouldn't you just run away and stay with this kind of man who is neither good-looking nor useful and only knows how to beat women until the New Year?

But this is none of their family's business. If her parents-in-law hadn't died and her husband hadn't acted like the elder brother in front of them, she wouldn't have said a word to this group of poor old-fashioned people.

The woman's eyes lit up, and the greed in them was almost overflowing.

But he still tried to excuse himself, "Oh, sister-in-law, this is not appropriate..."

"Okay, we're all family, why should we be so polite? And you see, the size is just right, so don't take it off once you put it on."

The woman patted her hands in relief.

But I was thinking in my heart: You have worn them all, I don’t want them even if you give them back.

"I'm so embarrassed...Okay, thank you, sister-in-law!"

The woman smiled so hard that her teeth were showing. She looked at the big pearl in her hand again and again and couldn't let it go.

"Why are you being so polite to me?"

The woman was reluctant to sit next to her, fearing that she would come across as poor.

But thinking about the important matter, I still endured it.

He glanced cautiously at the stairwell before asking softly,

"What did you mean when you said there's someone online who looks like that girl?"

"Oh, I saw it on our Yaozu's phone. He was getting hit on the neck...?"

The woman thought for a moment and replied.

"Scarf?" the woman answered quickly.

"Oh, yes! It's a scarf!" The woman slapped her thigh.

"It was on Weibo, saying that a wealthy young lady from Beijing was having a birthday, and a princess from some unknown country was wishing her a happy birthday.

I saw a photo of four or five little kids. One of them looked a lot like you... a lot like that little girl from before, like they were cut from the same mold.

The background looks like a royal palace in a foreign country, right? Oh my, it's so luxurious! Those kids are well dressed too, how can they be so lucky? They even know the princess, that young lady..."

After being beaten and receiving benefits, the woman temporarily lost her desire to see the joke. Naturally, she answered whatever was asked. Anyway, she didn't believe that the noble lady was the former Wang Zhaodi.

The woman suppressed the urge to take out her phone to search, and listened to her incessant chatter with a smile on her face.

When she had almost heard all the news, the fat man interrupted her.

"Okay, stop saying those groundless things! Do you know that if outsiders hear this, it's defamation? It's illegal!"

The woman was speaking excitedly when his words were like a basin of cold water pouring over her from head to toe.

He quickly covered his mouth, "No way? Is this illegal?!"

When people in their village are bored, they talk about this family's chickens, that family's dog, and which man and wife they saw holding hands in the woods.

It's just some online gossip, what's wrong with that?!

The man glanced at her sideways.

"Humph, what do you think? Those big families can kill us silently with just a blink of an eye!"

"Brother Qiang, don't scare my sister-in-law!"

The woman glared at him, then turned around and comforted him,

"Don't be afraid. We're the only ones in this room, and we definitely won't tell anyone. But you really need to keep your mouth shut. We can't afford to offend someone as important as that, so be careful what you say."

"Yes, yes, I will never tell anyone! Once I leave this room, I won't know anything!"

The woman nodded repeatedly, completely forgetting who had initiated the conversation.

Little did they know that their entire conversation was heard by a figure standing in the corner of the second floor.

The man looked at the photo on the screen, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came over him.

Unconsciously clutching the phone, he whispered softly,

"Could it be you?"