This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

"Don't say that. Tiger really did get a big gash on his butt from the bamboo strips on the fence."

"Tsk tsk tsk, serves him right. Could he possibly do something like stealing chickens and dogs?"

"Do you think he might be holding a grudge against Ye Xiaoxiao for what she said earlier?"

"What did you say? Are you referring to the one who's impotent?"

Upon hearing this, Tiger, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes seemingly about to pop out, staring fiercely at the person who had just spoken.

Li Shanhai found a starting point in the villagers' conversation.

He then looked at Ye Xiaoxiao and said, "Xiaoxiao, did you say something unpleasant before, so..."

Ye Xiaoxiao smiled, recalling Hu Zi's previous slanderous words, a hint of contempt appearing at the corner of her mouth, her tone anything but friendly: "I was just giving him a taste of his own medicine!"

"Look, why does he only steal from your house and not from other people's houses?"

"Then why is it that no one else comes to steal, but he is the only one who does?"

"Xiao Xiao, that's because you two haven't gotten along well on a regular basis." Li Shanhai tried to phrase his words as tactfully as possible.

"I'm easy to get along with. If you can't get along with someone, look for the reason yourself."

Ye Xiaoxiao tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with contempt and deep disgust.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Li Shanhai's face as he smiled apologetically and said, "As the saying goes, one should be lenient when one can."

Ye Xiaoxiao looked at Li Shanhai, who was becoming increasingly outrageous, and retorted without any politeness: "If you're wrong, why should you argue? If you're right, why should you forgive others?"

"Take my advice. We're all from the same village, so don't be so petty. As the saying goes, 'Suffering a loss is a blessing.' Isn't that true?"

Ye Xiaoxiao was so angry she almost laughed, but her good upbringing made her resist the urge to slap the village chief across the face.

She rolled her eyes and sneered, "Suffering a loss is a blessing? Then I wish you boundless blessings!"

Seeing the person beside him getting more and more excited, He Jing subconsciously reached out and took her hand in his, gently squeezing it.

He glanced at the person beside him, his eyes and brows full of tenderness.

"You and Wuyou go back and get some more sleep. Leave things here to me."

The man's voice was clear and melodious, his tone gentle, like a flowing mountain spring.

Ye Xiaoxiao's surging anger miraculously subsided at that moment.

In that instant, I was captivated by He Jing's incredibly gentle voice, as if I were in a quiet, undisturbed mountain forest.

She nodded as if possessed, and pulled He Wuyou back to the courtyard.

By the time she came to her senses, the person was already lying down in the room.

Terrible!

This man is a real killer!

Outside, once Ye Xiaoxiao left, He Jing's narrowed eyes revealed a dangerous aura, carrying an imperceptible chill.

"Village chief, you don't want me to send him to see the officials, do you?"

The man's eyes were cold, and his voice carried a sense of oppression.

Faced with He Jing's intimidating aura, Li Shanhai broke out in a cold sweat. Strangely enough, this young man's arrogant demeanor made his scalp tingle.

He stammered, "Of course... of course we don't need to go through the trouble of reporting to the authorities. We'll handle it ourselves, keep it quiet, keep it quiet, hahahahahaha."

Li Shanhai's heart skipped a beat. If he went to see the officials, he would lose his position as village chief.

It is an explicit rule that village disputes should not involve the government. If the village chief fails to handle such a minor matter properly and disturbs the government, then the village chief will be punished.

Tiger's theft is not a small matter, as it has a bad impact, but it is not a major one either, as it does not warrant going to the authorities.

"He Jing, what do you suggest we do?"

"Summon the villagers, open the ancestral hall, and give each person fifty strokes of the cane as a warning to others!"

He Jing's voice was extremely cold, sending chills down one's spine; his thin lips were tightly pressed together, exuding ruthlessness to the extreme.

"Okay, okay, we'll do it your way."

Li Shanhai had no choice but to agree, otherwise, if the matter went to the authorities, he himself would suffer.

He directed several strong men from the crowd to carry Tiger into the ancestral hall.

In front of everyone, the clan chief whipped Hu Zi fifty times, leaving him with torn skin and a bloody mess.

Among the crowd, Grandma Sun, who was holding Pangdun's hand, was terrified when she saw what was happening before her eyes, as if those whips were lashing her body one by one.

She remembered that she had stolen Ye Xiaoxiao's medicinal herbs last time. Luckily, Ye Xiaoxiao hadn't held it against her, otherwise... she would have definitely gotten a beating.

Aunt Sun thought to herself, "It seems Ye Xiaoxiao isn't as annoying as I thought."

After watching the execution, He Jing strolled home with a natural expression, pondering seriously: What delicious food should I cook for Xiao Xiao when I get back?