Quick Wear: After Revenge, I and the Immortal King Renew Our Relationship

Wang Yucheng was stunned for a moment, then looked embarrassed. When the guard asked him who he was, he waved his hand and turned away.

In the previous life, due to the disturbance caused by Old Lady Wang, the original owner was his wife and he was a legitimate relative, but now Daya was just a concubine, and he still had some money in his pocket, so he was unwilling to lose this person.

However, he could not maintain his dignity as a scholar by spending money without earning any for a long time, and it was only a matter of time before he would lose face and come to the door to build relationships and ask for money.

The Yang family was not very happy either.

Ever since the death of his first two wives who left no children, the Yang family has always wanted to marry Yang Jiahe another one, but everyone nearby knows that the previous one was beaten to death by him.

Because the Yang family paid money to shut them up, the news was not spread openly, but everyone knew the truth and were unwilling to marry into his family.

So the Yang family could only ask someone to go to the countryside and find a girl who was easy to bear and raise, at least to have an heir. They offered a lot of money, so there would always be someone willing.

Old Lady Wang was the one who took the bait.

Daya, who married into the Yang family, was sent directly into the room. She did not bow to heaven and earth, nor did she wear a red veil. She was quiet all the way. The Yang Jiahe she saw was not even wearing red clothes.

This was completely different from the lively wedding she had imagined. The gap was too huge. At that time, she was completely impulsive for the glory and wealth. Now that she calmed down, she felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Yang Jiahe consummated the marriage with Daya as if to just go through the motions. His movements were rough and he showed no mercy. After finishing quickly, he went out to seek pleasure.

An Yan saw Yang Jiahe walking out of the house in a swaggering manner. His smile was very obscene and made her want to touch him, so she decided to follow her heart.

After all, those who beat others will always be beaten. Seeing him enter a dark alley, An Yan picked up a wooden stick on the side of the road and hit him from behind, making Yang Jiahe scream.

Although Yang Jiahe was a big guy, he couldn't resist An Yan at all. He could only run away with his head in his hands. Finally, he was beaten and collapsed on the side of the road, unable to move.

After her muscles and bones were activated, An Yan felt relaxed all over. Although using violence to solve problems was not advisable, it felt really good!

The injured and unconscious Yang Jiahe was found and sent back by passers-by the next day.

The injuries are not serious, mostly superficial, without any serious bone injuries. He will be able to go out again after two days of rest.

But he was beaten for no apparent reason, and even after sending people to look for the murderer, they couldn't find him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. How could he accept such a huge loss of face?

So when Daya asked to go back home, she ran into trouble and became Yang Jiahe's punching bag to vent his anger.

The mother-in-law also thought that Daya was unlucky and had brought bad luck to her beloved eldest son. Not only could she not keep him on the wedding night but she also injured him. She was really useless.

Daya was beaten all over and in tears, but she was isolated and helpless, just like the original owner in the previous life.

When the Wang family discovered that Daya and her new son-in-law hadn't returned, they all came to the Yang family worriedly. Of course, the most important thing was that the family was out of money, and they wanted Daya to help them out.

I didn't expect to be turned away directly without even seeing the person.

Old Lady Wang is going to make a scene. The Yang family guards have been scolded by the master recently for their incompetence in finding the murderer. If they can't stop her and she can still make a scene in front of the master, then they should all quit!

A group of strong men were ready to fight with sticks, so the old lady Wang, who was afraid of the strong and bullying the weak, was intimidated. She couldn't afford to spend money on medicine. She came with high morale and left in disgrace.

Yang Jiahe was not the kind of person who would stay at home quietly. Within two days, he was invited by his friends and he went out excitedly.

He felt it was embarrassing to bring guards with him, so he refused the people Yang's mother asked him to bring with him and went out alone. Then, at a corner, he was beaten up by An Yan again.

He recuperated at home for a few days, and when he went out again, he brought a dozen strong men to protect him. He went out in a rage, determined to get his revenge!

But this time An Yan was busy as she went to a nearby town to do some business and had no time to take care of him.

This made Yang Jiahe furious and infuriated. He also secretly felt a little disdain for the murderer, a guy who only bullied the weak and feared the strong! So when he went out, he always had a group of guards with him.

When An Yan came back from Linzhen, she met the arrogant Yang Jiahe on the road, who was molesting a decent girl and was stopped by someone.

It's true that a dog can't change its bad nature. An Yan took out a veil to cover her face and rushed forward with bare hands, allowing him to feel again why the flowers are so red!

Yang Jiahe really didn't expect this man to actually show up and beat him up in public! He angrily called out to the guards, "Come on, beat him to death!"

An Yan snatched the stick from one of the men, knocked a group of people to the ground in a few strokes, and then pointed at Yang Jiahe.

Yang Jiahe swallowed hard, ignoring the pain, and fell to his knees. "Good man, how have I ever offended you? I apologize to you. I'll give you these banknotes as compensation. Can you let me go?"

An Yan took the banknote, which turned out to be five hundred taels, quite generous. Looking at Yang Jiahe's back as he sneaked away, she thought, "Okay, let him go for one night. I have prepared a big surprise for him tomorrow!"

As the night deepened, An Yan climbed over the eaves and walls to the Yang family's warehouse and happily emptied the warehouse of gold, silver and money, leaving only the bulky items.

The next day, someone from the county government came to the Yang family and wanted to summon Yang Jiahe to court, accompanied by several unfamiliar faces.

There was a strong financial bond between Yang's father and mother and the county magistrate, and they had always been close, so he asked what was the matter.

The constable looked embarrassed and glanced at those people quietly. Yang's father understood and tried to give them some money, but was coldly rejected.

This made them all anxious. Is there anything that money can't solve?

Yang Jiahe was taken away. His parents had no idea what he had done recently, but since he was the only child of the Yang family, they could only immediately send people to prepare gold and silver so that they could quickly rescue him. He then went to the county government office.

Yang Jiahe didn't care, and acted like a nonchalant dandy. His family was rich, so there was nothing he couldn't handle.

But when he entered the county government office, he saw an unfamiliar person sitting in the main seat. He looked very majestic, and the county magistrate could only sit below him trembling with fear. The look in his eyes seemed to say, "May the best of luck to you." He had a bad feeling in his heart.

The man sitting opposite the magistrate was dressed as a scholar and looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"Sir, Yang Jiahe is here!" The constable saluted and stood aside.

The person in the main seat nodded, "Let the plaintiff come to the court!"

Yang Jiahe looked back curiously, and when he saw their faces clearly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.