[Little Fist-Fist punches your chest: Is this Zhu Mingyu's wife?]
[Floating Cloud: I never expected her to come out and add fuel to the fire!]
[Sister Potato: Come to think of it, Zhu Mingyu not handing over the forty thousand yuan might have a lot to do with his wife.]
[Boss Xiu: Judging by his wife's expression, she clearly doesn't want to give them the money.]
[Cat Café: Things are often better with a good wife at home. Unfortunately, from the looks of it, Zhu Mingyu's wife isn't a good wife.]
"Dong Honghong!"
The moment Yao Yun saw the young woman, she began cursing. "It must be you again, you bitch! You're the one meddling and stopping my son from giving me money!"
"I'll beat you to death!"
She stepped forward to punch the young woman, but Zhu Mingyu stood in front of her in time and blocked the blow.
"Don't hit my wife!"
Zhu Mingyu grabbed Yao Yun's fist and said coldly, "If you dare touch a hair on my wife's head, believe me, I'll throw you into the river!"
Yao Yun cursed hysterically, dragging eighteen generations of Dong Honghong's ancestors into her tirade.
In her eyes, it was all Dong Honghong's fault. If not for Dong Honghong, she would definitely have gotten the forty thousand yuan.
"You've gone too far!"
"Yao Yun, you're absolutely shameless! She's your daughter-in-law! How can you curse at her like that?"
"Your daughter-in-law is a very good person. We're all from this village. How could we not know what she's normally like?"
Suddenly, the villagers watching the spectacle all crowded around.
Their gazes all landed on Yao Yun. After all, they came from the same village as Dong Honghong, and most were related in one way or another.
By cursing eighteen generations of