Widow and Madman (To All the Big Shots Stockpiling Chapters, Please Help Click Through Today)

At the edge of the fishing village stood a dilapidated little courtyard woven from bamboo strips.

A man in a gray short jacket stood there, his arms bare and his face full of mockery.

Like an eagle pouncing on a chick, he spread his arms and blocked the young woman in the blue floral shirt.

"A widow can have babies too. You're really making my Brother Yang lose face."

"Fuck your mother! Who the hell is your Brother Yang? You and that village chief father of yours are birds of a feather! You beasts who deserve a thousand cuts! Get your filthy hands off me!"

Little Widow held a child not yet two years old, gritting her teeth like a lioness.

"Heh!" Not only did Meng Xian fail to get angry after being cursed, he grew even more excited. "What, others can sleep with you, but I, Meng Xian, can't even touch you?"

"Let me tell you, even if you stripped yourself bare, I wouldn't want you. You filthy slut—hand him over!"

As he spoke, Meng Xian reached out to snatch the child from her arms.

Little Widow's face twisted viciously, and without a second thought, she opened her mouth and bit down.

As the two struggled, a young man sat outside the bamboo courtyard, his face covered in mud.

His clothes were riddled with holes and patches. Of his grass sandals, worn through until they had split open, only one remained. His fingernails were packed with filthy mud, and even his calves were coated in a disgusting layer of black grime.

"Heh heh... they're fighting..."

His expression was vacant as he watched the two grappling with each other. Yet he merely slapped the muddy ground hard and laughed with his mouth wide open, clearly not quite sound of mind.