Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

That roar was like a blow to the head, landing squarely on the hearts of everyone inside and outside the house.

Zhao Xiaoyu froze completely. Her mouth was open, as if a lump of burning coal was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't even manage to cry out.

Outside the window, Zhao Laizi was still pressing forward.

"Pay it back today, hand over the money!"

"If you can't produce it today, you're coming with me!"

"Don't give me that 'later' nonsense, and don't give me that 'go out and work to pay it back slowly' nonsense. I don't have time to waste on you!"

He became increasingly aggressive as he spoke, pounding the snow with the wooden stick in his hand.

"Your mother has taken the money, so the matter is settled!"

"You either return my money intact, or you're one of my men, Zhao Laizi!"

"What's the point of hiding in the clinic? Do you think you can hide here forever?!"

Zhao Xiaoyu's vision blurred.

She dug her fingers into the cracks of the wooden windowsill, feeling no pain even as splinters pierced her fingernails. Her shoulders trembled violently, and the edges of the gauze wrapped around her forehead gradually bled.

"I don't……"

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face. "I really didn't... I'll write you an IOU, I'll put my fingerprint on it, I can't run away... Please don't force me, Zhao Laizi, Brother Laizi, I beg you, I beg you..."

She cried so hard that she bent over, her forehead almost hitting the windowsill.

But Zhao Laizi was not moved at all by her words. Instead, he grinned and showed his rotten teeth, which were yellowed and blackened, with his eyes full of malice and smugness.

"An IOU? What use is your worthless IOU to me! I want the person!"

He suddenly lunged forward half a step, raised the wooden stick, and bumped it directly against the base of the window.

"Zhao Xiaoyu, let me tell you, if you can't come up with the money today, don't even think about playing the victim with me! Why didn't you stop your mother from taking the money? Now that the money's gone, you're trying to renege on your promise? There's no such thing as a free lunch! I'm telling you right now—either pay me back, or you're coming with me!"

Zhao Xiaoyu felt her blood run cold as he stared intently at his yellowed, cloudy eyes.

The old barefoot doctor outside the courtyard gate grew anxious, grabbing Zhao Laizi's arm, his voice trembling: "Zhao Laizi! If you keep this up, I'll really go and call for help!"

The old man at the brigade headquarters next door was also stamping his feet in frustration: "That's enough! You've already pushed people to this point, and you're still making a scene! Money, money, money, all you care about is money! Don't you have any respect for the law?!"

Zhao Laizi suddenly swung his arm, almost causing the old barefoot doctor to stumble: "Stop giving me that nonsense! I didn't steal or rob! I took out real money! Eighty yuan! Whose money grows on trees?! She either pays it back today, or it's my wife's money. That makes sense anywhere!"

When Zhao Xiaoyu heard the words "eighty yuan," it felt like she had been stabbed in the back again.

Her vision blurred, her ears were ringing, and she could barely cry anymore; all that remained was a dull, throbbing pain in her chest.

Just then, the door was kicked open from the outside with a loud bang.

A gust of cold wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed in.

Wang Xiulan rushed in, her face ashen, carrying a fire poker. She immediately saw Zhao Xiaoyu, who was limp and about to kneel by the window, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"Zhao Laizi!" Wang Xiulan practically squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

The next second, without uttering a single word, she grabbed a fire poker, rushed to the window, swung her arm, and slapped Zhao Laizi on the head!

"I'll teach you to pressure her!!"

boom!

A muffled thud.

Zhao Laizi was completely unprepared for her to actually go for the kill. His head snapped to the side, and he staggered back two steps, his cotton hat flying off his head and revealing his greasy scalp.

"Awooo—!!"

He covered his head, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Just as he was about to open his mouth to curse, Wang Xiulan's second blow landed!

"You dare block the door?!"

boom!

The blow struck Zhao Laizi right behind his ear, making his vision go black, his legs buckle, and he collapsed onto the snow.

Wang Xiulan didn't stop, chasing after her with a stick and smashing it repeatedly: "Scream!! Scream again!! You heartless beast! Blocking the entrance to the clinic and forcing a girl who just hit her head on a tree to scream for help! You dare to scream for help?!"

boom!

Another blow landed on the back of Zhao Laizi's head.

Zhao Laizi let out a miserable howl and plunged into the snowdrift, swallowing a mouthful of snow. He scrambled forward, abandoning his hat, looking like a wild dog being chased by wolves.

The old man in the courtyard rushed forward to stop her, shouting, "Xiulan! Xiulan! That's enough! If you keep fighting, something serious will really happen!"

Wang Xiulan shoved him aside, swung the stick, chased after Zhao Laizi to the courtyard gate, and delivered another blow to his buttocks.

"Get out!! Get the hell away from me!! If I see you squatting by this door again, I'll crack your skull open and spit out your pig's blood!!"

Zhao Laizi was truly scared this time.

He didn't dare look back. He covered his head and ran for his life, almost losing a shoe in the process. He screamed as he ran, his voice cracking: "Wang Xiulan!! You just wait!! This isn't over!! If you don't pay me back, I'll come back—!! Let's see how long you can protect her—!!"

The courtyard fell silent.

Only Wang Xiulan remained standing at the door, holding a fire poker, her chest heaving violently, her face deathly pale with anger, and her hands still trembling.

Inside the house, Zhao Xiaoyu stared blankly outside, as if her soul had been drained by the commotion.

The next second, everything went black before her eyes, and she slumped down against the windowsill.

"Oh—!" Hearing the noise, Wang Xiulan's heart skipped a beat. She threw down the stick, turned around, and rushed back, crying, "Xiaoyu! God, Xiaoyu!!"