Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

Apart from the masked man and six others who were tied up, everyone else eventually fell under Meng Tong's command after a fierce struggle.

Whether you like it or not, at least she can use them now.

Without saying a word, Meng Tong took out paper and pen from his sleeve and turned to look at Wu Biao and the three boys.

She asked, "Can you write?"

Wu Biao shook his head, but the boy raised his hand and whispered, "Madam, I can write, but I don't write well."

The boy's name is Mingyu, and he has just turned fourteen this year. His younger sister, Mingmei, is four years younger than him and has just turned ten this year.

The two were orphans without parents, but they had previously worked as servants to an old man and learned some characters from him.

Later, the old man died, and the two became homeless children in the town again.

Meng Tong didn't want to know too much in the past. She handed the paper and pen in her hand to Mingyu and said, "Write down the names and ages of these people."

"Okay, ma'am."

He took two steps forward and accepted the paper and pen. Although the boy was thin and frail, he exuded a sense of composure when he stood in front of these people. His voice was gentle and unhurried.

The group of more than twenty people, who had been chattering incessantly, were allowed to line up under his arrangement. Using the stones beside the wooden bridge, he slowly wrote down everyone's names and ages.

He even thoughtfully recorded their relationship.

When Meng Tong held it in her hand and looked at it, her opinion of him changed somewhat.

"Madam, there are twenty-five people in total, five women and the rest are all men, most of whom are young and strong around twenty years old."

"Hmm." Nodding, Meng Tong looked at him and asked, "Do you know how to get to Xiangshui Village?"

"I know, it's about two hours east."

Mingyu bowed and replied.

Meng Tong blinked slightly and glanced at the twenty-five pairs of eyes staring at her.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke up, "Take them to Xiangshui Village, I'll be there shortly."

"Wife, shall I go?"

Lu Chuan then interjected, his eyes filled with heartache as he looked at Meng Tong.

He didn't want her to be so tired.

Meng Tong wouldn't change easily, but she learned to explain. She walked towards Lu Chuan and whispered in his ear, "Go home and cook first. Have Bai Ye come to Xiangshui Village to find me. They go first, and I'll deal with these people you have."

Lu Chuan bent down slightly to listen to Meng Tong's words, his dark eyes glancing at the people tied up on the ground.

After thinking it over, he finally agreed and handed her the whip and vines.

Ignoring the surprised expressions of the others, the man gently kissed her cheek, his deep, steady voice saying, "I'll be waiting for you at home."

"Ah."

Gently stroking his dark hair, Lu Chuan strode towards Duanshan Village. As for Meng Tong, once she could no longer see his back, her eyes instantly turned sharp, completely losing her previous charming demeanor.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

……

"Wu Biao, you and Mingyu will take the lead. I hope to see you in Xiangshui Village in two hours."

"Yes."

Holding the machete that Lu Chuan had just handed him, Wu Biao seemed like a warrior with a weapon, and his aura was not something an ordinary person could withstand.

"Madam, we'll be going now."

"Ah."

Mingyu walked in front, followed by twenty-five people, with Wu Biao bringing up the rear.

They have no choice but to do this because Meng Tong's murderous aura is too strong; he might lose his head.

The small group moved steadily toward Xiangshui Village. In just a few minutes, the once noisy wooden bridge was reduced to five people bound on the ground.

"Uh...uh."

The masked man continued to struggle, the barbs were completely embedded in his body, and there was now a pool of blood on the wooden bridge, and his face had turned very pale.

As for the other four, they lay obediently, their vines imbued with supernatural abilities, like straws that could suck in the air from their chests.

The more they moved, the tighter the vines wrapped around them, potentially causing their chests to explode. So when they felt uncomfortable, the four of them tacitly stopped moving.

Meng Tong first looked at Zhou Man, who was squatting beside her. The woman was expressionless, showing no sign of sadness over the betrayal.

How did you two meet?

"I...I don't...know him."

Zhou Man was covered in sweat, her face streaked with her sweat-soaked hair, and her gaze toward Meng Tong was complicated.

I feel guilty, regretful, and heartbroken.

"You say you don't know him? Do you think I'd believe you?"

Meng Tong scoffed, "Does she really think she's a fool?"

Shaking her hands and straightening her body, Meng Tong looked up at the sky and slowly said, "I'll only give you fifteen minutes. If you can't explain it clearly, then... there's no need to say anything."

"Madam, I really, really don't know him."

“We… we met in the mountains. He saved me and didn’t mind my past…”

The painful memories plunged Zhou Man into anguish, causing her to speak incoherently, sometimes recognizing someone and then immediately recounting their shared experiences.

Meng Tong didn't understand that she had truly forgotten the pain once the wound had healed.

Men... can never be trusted.

In Meng Tong's mind, this also included Lu Chuan. Even though she genuinely liked him, she was clear-headed.

In this world, the only person you can truly rely on is yourself.

Looking at Zhou Man, who was crawling in the shadows on the ground trying to grab the hem of her skirt, Meng Tong turned slightly to the side and said ruthlessly, "You have ten minutes left."

"Madam, what I said is true. He is a good man. I beg you to let him go! We can give you anything you want. We truly love each other."

"And I wish to receive your blessing, Madam. Regarding the matter of sending people to Duanshan Village to plunder grain, I... I was unaware of it, Madam..."

"Ha." Upon hearing this, Meng Tong laughed in anger.

Do you still want her blessing? What does she think of you?

Grabbing Zhou Man's chin, Meng Tong forced her to look at him with a pitiful expression, and he really couldn't figure her out.

That resolute and lonely figure from back then may forever remain in the deep mountains!

After all, people always change.

Looking into Meng Tong's calm eyes, Zhou Man felt a slight pang in her heart. She... would understand her, wouldn't she?

It's so hard for a woman to survive.

No one knows what kind of life she lived in the deep mountains, and she has no right to judge her life.

A twisted, resentful, and even bitter look filled Meng Tong's once clear and bright eyes, and he lost all patience.

Such people are the real hidden dangers.

As she channeled her supernatural power, the vines binding her tightened rapidly, causing Zhou Man's eyes to bulge and large tears to stream down her cheeks.

She hated the woman who hadn't helped her in the mountains.

We're all women, so why doesn't she feel sorry for what she's going through?

As the adults said, she is indeed a heartless person.