She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Widow Huang was beaten so badly by the group of shrewish women that she was powerless to fight back. She really didn't want to continue like this, so she suddenly lost her temper, broke free, and started cursing at the women.

"You think you're some kind of good women? You're just after money. Let me tell you, it's because of your shrewish behavior that your men don't want to spend money on you."

“I have lived an honest and upright life. I have neither taken off my clothes to seduce them nor begged them for help. They only helped me out of pity. How dare you slander me like this and beat me without even knowing the facts?”

"Why are you treating me like this? It's better for them to give me the money than to those dirty women outside. At least I don't lure them into the house, so they're just giving me some money out of kindness. If they gave the money to those dirty women outside, you should be crying, because who knows what kind of disease one of them might have. So, you shouldn't blame me, but rather thank me."

"Anyway, I have no improper relationship with them whatsoever; we are just friends!"

The more Widow Huang spoke, the more convinced she became of her point. She glanced at the men who used to act so respectable in front of her, now cowering in fear, and rolled her eyes. She had no interest in men like that.

She's after their money, not them as people. This kind of spineless coward should be locked up with these unreasonable women for life; he should never get involved with her.

I don't know which heartless bastard knew so much and leaked the information to these women, causing her to suffer so much beating for nothing.

But Widow Huang felt she hadn't done anything wrong; she wasn't the kind of bad woman who would use her body to get money. She just cried about being poor, said a few nice things to these ignorant men, and made them feel validated and confident through her, so they would obediently take out their money to help these orphans and widows.

She put in a lot of effort; she earned their trust through her own abilities and then received some money, which can be considered her earnings.

Why should she be beaten?

Widow Huang grew angrier and angrier. "Do you believe I'll call the police right now and have you all put up in jail?"

She said it with a straight face.

The women were furious upon hearing this; this widow was utterly shameless. They hadn't even called the police on her for cheating them out of money, and she was already trying to send them to jail.

"We're even thanking you, have you no shame?"

"Widow Huang, if you want a man, just find one properly. Who would come knocking on your door demanding an explanation? Why do you have to do such a despicable thing?"

"You're not even as good as those bad women; at least they're clearly bad. You, on the other hand, do lewd things and expect people to praise you, right?"

"You call him a friend? That shameless friend who asked for money, tell me how much money you took from my man. Since you call him a friend, even if you borrowed it, then pay it back."

They were aggressive and ready to fight, but Widow Huang, seeing the situation was turning against her, quickly shifted the blame. Since those men would probably never have anything to do with her again after this incident, she figured she might as well let them take the beating. As for repaying the money, that was absolutely out of the question; money that was in her pocket, why should she pay it back?

"Even if you think I'm wrong, am I the only one at fault? Aren't you men right? They gave me the money willingly, I didn't steal it, I didn't ask for it. They were just being shameless, insisting on handing me their hard-earned money. The money was right in front of me, were I supposed to refuse it and throw it in the latrine?"

"It's your men's fault for not being able to control their money. What does it have to do with me? Even without me, some other Tom, Dick, or Harry would have cheated them out of their money. Besides, you wives can't control your men's money, so you don't blame your men for not being able to keep their money. Instead, you blame me, a woman. Isn't it because you think I'm an easy target?"

“If you men were sponsoring a two-meter-tall strong man, I don’t believe you would dare to come knocking on our door.”

Widow Huang felt she had been greatly wronged. If she were a strong man, would these women have dared to hit her? Her only disadvantage was that she was just a thin, weak woman.

When a man helps another man, it's considered brotherhood. But when a man helps a woman, can't it be pure friendship?

These people are so unreasonable! They almost beat her face badly, and they even damaged her clothes—they were made from brand new fabric that she bought just last month!

They still want her to pay back the money, but she hasn't even asked them to compensate her.

After she finished speaking, the men who had sponsored her were unhappy. They said that it was beneath them to give a widow money.

If she hadn't often complained to them about how difficult it was to raise her child, why would they have bothered to send her money?

Of course, every time they delivered money, they would hear Widow Huang praising them to the skies, which easily made them feel flattered. If it weren't for that, they wouldn't be so eager to give money to a woman they had no connection with.

At home, they were always complained about by their domineering wife, who said they were incompetent and not manly enough, and they would argue after just a few words. But in front of Widow Huang, they were her everything, the kindest and most virtuous men in the world, the most capable and masculine men.

So, a man of such high moral character like them, upon seeing a weak widow who has no earning power but struggles to support two children, of course they should help her. If they didn't help her, they wouldn't be men, they wouldn't be human.

So they paid.

They had already paid, and now she was calling them suckers and idiots. They couldn't stand it, so they all blamed Widow Huang.

Regardless of whether it was her fault or not, they all blamed her.

She seduced him, she begged him, she deceived him—what wrong could men possibly have done?

So, the men formed one faction, their wives formed another, and Widow Huang formed her own faction, and the three sides engaged in a chaotic brawl.

Widow Huang was all alone and was beaten the worst. In the end, it was only because the onlookers couldn't bear to see it happen that they pulled the group apart.

"If you can't figure this out, why don't you call the police?"

"Even if you die, you can fight, but you can't beat them to death. If someone dies, you won't escape either."

"Actually, I think what Widow Huang said is not wrong. If she and the man don't have any illicit relationship, then it's simply a conflict between the couple."

"What are you saying? Have you ever given her money?"

The women watching the commotion also began to doubt their own men. Instead of trying to break up the fight, they glared at each other angrily, as if another brawl was about to break out.