4 - Little Peasant Wife

Upon hearing Jing Ao Xue's final words, they all felt a deep sense of regret and began to harbor resentment and hatred towards the Han Family who had invited them over. The leader of the group, a sturdy man, was particularly shocked. Having traveled widely as a guard for a caravan, he had seen much of the world. Although his skills were not top-notch, they were quite commendable, which is why the casino had appointed him as the head enforcer. He had encountered many formidable individuals but had never met anyone as strong as Jing Ao Xue. Her movements were swift and decisive, with each attack being lethal. If she hadn't intentionally held back, they would have long been dead. Yet, what truly terrified him was not her combat prowess but her gaze—the gaze of someone who has experienced bloodshed. As she unilaterally beat them, her eyes gleamed with a fierce light, as if she reveled in this bloodshed, accustomed to blood and death. That was not a look a human should have. He knew many commanders who had returned from the battlefield, and even they retained some human warmth when killing enemies, but she had none of that warmth in her eyes. She looked at them as if they were already dead. It was terrifying. This Ya Ren, just who was she? With such ruthlessness paired with her adept skills, she was definitely not a simple character. Chapter 4: Wife The once lively Han family courtyard had descended into an eerie silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. What had just happened? Everyone was puzzled and bewildered. They had watched as a group of burly men overturned the tables, leading to chaos. In just a few blinks, these men were lying on the ground, incapacitated. Standing victoriously was Jing Ya Ren, who appeared frail but was the only one left standing. It was clear she was the last one standing—triumphant. The villagers were dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had transpired. It was as if they were dreaming. They stared wide-eyed as Jing Ya Ren searched the burly men's bodies, pocketed their money pouches, and, with an expressionless little girl in tow, moved to another table to continue her feasting and drinking. Her audacity was beyond belief! Yet no one dared to speak up. The reason? One glance at the fallen men on the ground answered that—this Jing Ya Ren might possess some sort of mystical powers. Otherwise, how could any of this be explained? The villagers exchanged glances and saw the same confusion mirrored in each other's eyes. Unable to figure it out, they turned their gaze to the hosts of the gathering—the Han family. Han Er Lao Ye was frantically wiping his sweat, while Han Er Fu Ren's face was ashen with fear, her entire body trembling. Another robust middle-aged man supported a septuagenarian elder, signaling with his eyes. Han Er Lao Ye instantly cowered, grateful that he hadn't angered Jing Ao Xue earlier. Seeing his older brother motion for him to handle the situation, he promptly stepped back a few paces to hide behind his wife. Han Er Fu Ren felt annoyed, knowing full well how useless her husband was. Though she might manage verbal sparring, she was not adept at fighting. Besides, having a grudge against Jing Ao Xue and having spoken unpleasantly to her earlier, stepping forward would clearly be inviting a beating. Being shrewd, Han Er Fu Ren certainly wouldn't willingly suffer a loss, so she lowered her head, pretending not to see Han Da Lao Ye's gaze. Han Da Lao Ye was infuriated, his hand supporting Han Lao Tai Ye shaking slightly. Han Lao Tai Ye frowned deeply, inhaled a deep breath, and gestured for Han Da Lao Ye to support him forward. Despite Han Da Lao Ye's whispered attempts to dissuade him, he relented under his father's fierce glare, reluctantly guiding Han Lao Tai Ye to stand before Jing Ao Xue. He cast her a warning glare. Han Lao Tai Ye cleared his throat, but Jing Ao Xue, absorbed in her meal, paid him no attention, leaving him feeling slightly embarrassed. Yet anxious to resolve this urgent matter, he put on a polite face and said amiably, "Young friend Jing, are you satisfied with the food and drink?" Having eaten her fill, Jing Ao Xue merely glanced up with a cold snort. Intrinsic to this world where filial piety was paramount, Han Lao Tai Ye was considered Han family's backbone. If anyone suggested he knew nothing about his grandson's dealings with Jing Ao Xue's predecessor, Jing Ao Xue wouldn't buy it for a second. She had already drawn enough attention today and was half-full. The food was delicious, and she had scarfed it down without truly savoring it. The good stuff needed to be taken home and enjoyed slowly. Thinking it was time to attend to business, she stood up, cupped her fists towards Han Lao Tai Ye, and said with a smile, "You've been a gracious host, Han Lao Tai Ye. I'm genuinely moved. This fine food and drink are quite rare. I intend to pack up a table's worth to take with me. After all, I've always considered Han Ju Ren a half-friend. So, on that basis, consider yourself a half-elder. This small matter shouldn't be an issue for you, right?" Her audacity was unrestrained. Han Da Lao Ye muttered inwardly: Is there any junior who comes uninvited and stirs up trouble like this? But Han Lao Tai Ye's eyes brightened at her words, sensing her intent to leave, aligning perfectly with his own wish. The day's debacle had frustrated him greatly, and he was in no position to deal with Jing Ya Ren. Moreover, time was tight; his beloved grandson had gone to town early to invite a distinguished guest. They should probably be arriving soon. He had to ensure that Jing Ao Xue was out of the house before his grandson returned with the guest. Han family's reputation was at stake. With that thought, he smiled warmly and said, "Of course, no problem at all. Er Lao Ye, go to the kitchen and pack some of the best food and drink for our young friend Jing." Han Er Lao Ye nodded fervently, greasing the soles of his feet as he headed to the kitchen. As he passed the front door, the villagers' amused looks stung his pride, but he was helpless, spurring his steps even more. Jing Ao Xue smiled contentedly and said, "To be honest, I came here today with a serious matter to handle." "Oh?" Han Lao Tai Ye's eyes were deep as he asked, "And what might this matter be, young friend Jing?" Jing Ao Xue smiled heartily, "It's nothing too significant, actually a delightful matter of sorts. I'm someone who loves to socialize. When I was young, I traveled and roamed around. The tranquility and harmony of this village captivated me from my first visit. So, I settled down with my family here, making it our home for about four years now." She sighed, "A few years back, I was impressed by Han Xiu Cai's character and talent. Hearing of his family’s struggles, I wanted to support such talent. Over the years, I've frequently given him monetary assistance. A few days ago, when he passed his examination, I felt my efforts were finally rewarded, which made me celebrate a bit too much and had an unfortunate incident at home, hence the few days of rest." Her words evoked a derisive laugh from a woman. Jing Ao Xue gave Han Er Fu Ren a light glance, freezing her smile. Meanwhile, villagers keeping tabs on the commotion inside the courtyard heard her heartfelt confession, their faces revealing an enlightened understanding. They felt ashamed, realizing their impure thoughts had led to misunderstandings about Jing Ya Ren and Han Ju Ren's relationship. Hearing the truth from her lips changed their impression of her slowly. Han Lao Tai Ye's eyes burned. The Han family knew the real story inside out, but they couldn't contradict Jing Ao Xue's version in public, forcing them to swallow the insult and pretend. He felt like spitting blood from frustration but had to endure for the sake of the Han family and his dear grandson. He braced himself to hear what other shameless claims she would make. Jing Ao Xue continued, "Upon hearing that the Han family was hosting guests today, I, having always considered Han Ju Ren a dear friend, dragged myself here despite being unwell for a brief congratulation. Only that..." "Only what? Young friend Jing, please, speak freely." Han Lao Tai Ye's veins bulged, asking through gritted teeth. Jing Ao Xue inwardly chuckled, lamenting, "You and everyone in the village must know that I'm not good at managing finances. In a few short years, I've squandered away a massive fortune. Now, we're penniless, unable to afford healthcare or medicine. My poor child, thin from my philanthropy as a mother, forces my virtuous wife, despite being a feeble woman, to hunt daily to make ends meet. Most of that money, however, I lent to Han Ju Ren." What?! Han Er Fu Ren inwardly screamed: What does "lent to Han Ju Ren" mean? When it came to money, Han Er Fu Ren couldn't ignore Jing Ao Xue’s ruthless demeanor. She raised her head, glaring at Jing Ao Xue furiously. Han Lao Tai Ye’s expression mirrored hers, longing to tear her words to shreds. Jing Ao Xue continued solemnly, "The money was, of course, lent to Han Ju Ren. I initially intended it as a gift, but Han Ju Ren, being a scholarly gentleman of noble character, promised to repay me fully once he succeeded in his examinations. Over the years, I've given him no less than a thousand taels. However... Alas, since I consider him a good friend and am aware of the Han family's circumstances, let's not ask for an exorbitant amount; just give me five hundred taels." "Five hundred taels? Why don't you just rob us?!" Han Er Fu Ren shrieked. Jing Ao Xue feigned grievance, "Isn't repaying a debt only right and proper? I didn't expect this from the Han family..." "Troublesome one, be silent!" Noticing the villagers’ disdainful glances at the Han family, Han Lao Tai Ye immediately silenced Han Er Fu Ren. Han Er Fu Ren clutched her chest, her eyes brimming with tears as she begrudgingly shut her mouth. Faced with public scrutiny, Han Lao Tai Ye, despite recognizing Jing Ao Xue's malicious intent, had no choice but to comply. Otherwise, a blemish on their family’s virtue would permanently taint the Han family’s reputation. Thus, he endured once again, his demeanor turning cold, asking, "Words are wind; you claim my family borrowed your money, where is your proof?" "Yes, exactly, where's your proof?" Han Er Fu Ren interjected, eyes brightening as she found an opening. She knew the reality was otherwise, and having been initially intimidated by Jing Ao Xue, she hadn’t thought of evidence. Clearly, age brings wisdom, and her father-in-law was indeed impressive, finding the loophole so swiftly. Jing Ao Xue's face showed a hint of difficulty, leading Han Er Fu Ren to become more convinced that she had no proof. Feeling victorious, she placed her hands on her hips with a smug expression. Little did she know, the villagers were watching her every move, their faces reflecting disdain. They had initially believed the Han family to be a scholarly and respectable clan, unlike their own mud-stained, field-toiling selves. But now it seemed the Han family's roots were crooked. Jing Ya Ren had shown boundless kindness and loyalty to the Han family. Everyone in the village knew where the Han family's money had come from over the years. Considering their past impoverishment, the Han family wouldn't have been able to afford Han Ju Ren's examination expenses without Jing Ya Ren's support. The Han family's current prosperity was built on her assistance, yet now they were ungratefully turning their backs on her.