Apart from a few extra pairs of red couplets, nothing in the house had changed.
Clearly, this wedding had been thrown together in a hurry.
But Song Ning saw neither Song Wang nor Song Chengbing and Yang Yindi.
Only Song Jinbao was there, lying in bed, apparently still recovering from his injuries.
Song Ning seized Song Jinbao by the throat and hauled him half a foot upward, asking coldly:
"Where's my brother?"
Song Jinbao flailed for quite a while before realizing that the person choking him was the older cousin he had bullied since childhood.
He stared at Song Ning as though he had seen a ghost.
"Y-you-let go! Are you asking for a beating? How dare you choke-"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Song Ning swung her arm and slapped him three times before he could finish.
Handprints immediately appeared on Song Jinbao's face.
"I asked you! Where did my brother go?" Song Ning enunciated every word.
Song Jinbao seemed unable to believe it. Had his timid little cousin suddenly grown a backbone? She actually dared to throw her weight around in front of him?
He hesitated for only a moment before Song Ning delivered another two smacks.
His head rang for a good while from the blows.
Now he had no choice but to believe it.
He hurriedly shouted, "Stop hitting me! He went to fetch the bride! He went to the east end of the village to fetch her! Stop hitting me!"
"Which house at the east end?"
"Yu Shuilian's!"
Song Ning turned and ran out of the house.
Yu Shuilian? That sounds familiar.
Only when she ran out through the courtyard gate did she remember that Yu Shuilian was Widow Yu!
Widow Yu was notorious in the village for sleeping around.
Villagers had spotted different men leaving her