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Chapter 149 Li Deyang's Revenge
Liang Yi felt that Zhao Caihua would definitely not let this go, so he made a phone call to his comrade-in-arms.

To achieve complete peace and quiet, Zhao Caihua must pay the price.

An Min didn't say much; it was Liang Yi's decision, and of course she wouldn't interfere.

At the hospital at this time.

"Ouch! My dear mother and great-grandmother! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

Zhao Caihua lay on the hospital bed, her face swollen like a steamed bun, red and covered with several large blisters, as were her neck.

A lock of hair had been cut off, making it look both comical and frightening.

The nurse had just changed her dressing, and the moment the medicine touched her burned skin, she trembled all over in pain, wishing she could tear the roof off.

"Mom, Mom, just bear with it!"

Li Deyang stood by anxiously, wringing his hands, his face showing both guilt and frustration.

"Endure? Endure my ass!"

Zhao Caihua's face was covered in tears and snot, and she cursed in a hoarse voice.

"It's all that damned jinx, that despicable bitch Anmin's fault! It's her! She deliberately ruined me! Ouch...it hurts so much...my face is ruined! How can I ever face anyone again, Anmin! I'm not finished with you! Waaaaah..."

"Okay, stop howling."

Old Li's face was gloomy, and he was holding a few crumpled bills in his hand after paying the fee. His heart was bleeding.

"Will howling bring my money back? Will it heal my face?"

He held the payment slip in his hand, his hand trembling, clearly in pain.

"Look! Look! Hospital fees, medical fees, nursing fees... how much has this cost? Fifty-two yuan and eighty cents! Fifty-two yuan and eighty cents!"

He lowered his voice, but couldn't suppress the hatred and heartache he felt.

"This is enough for our family to eat for half a year, and we've spent it all on this!"

The more Li Laonian thought about it, the angrier and more resentful he became.

Originally, I wanted to extort a large sum of money from Liang Yi's family to pay for my son's wedding.

And the result? He didn't get a wife, and he almost emptied his own savings!

My wife got such a terrible perm, it's like I've lost both my wife and my money, I've lost everything.

The root of everything is that An Min!
"It's all An Min's fault! It's all that jinx's fault!"

Old Li's eyes were filled with resentment: "If she hadn't been yelling about calling the police... would we have ended up like this? We didn't get the money, and we even got ourselves arrested!"

As Li Deyang listened to his parents' curses, his anger flared up.

He recalled the embarrassing moment when he rushed towards the cabinet, only to miss his target. It was because of her provocation that he had rushed up to her.

It caused my mother to scald herself so badly she screamed like a banshee.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry."

"If I don't swallow this anger, I, Li Deyang, am not born of parents! I refuse to believe she can stay indoors all the time; there will always be times when she's alone! I'll wait until I get my chance..."

He gritted his teeth, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth: "I'll kill her!"

Upon hearing that her son wanted to avenge her, Zhao Caihua howled even more fiercely, as if the pain in her body had lessened.

"Yes! Kill that little bitch! Deyang, avenge Mom! Burn her sly face too! Let her taste this pain! Ouch...it hurts so much..."

After hearing Zhao Caihua's words, the hatred in Li Deyang's eyes became even more obvious.

A few days later, Anmin was indeed alone.

Liang Yi went to the research institute to work overtime, and entrusted his child to Sister Wang next door to look after for a while.

Anmin thought she would go to the nearby supply and marketing cooperative to buy some needles and thread, and also get some fresh air.

The alley behind the tenement building is a shortcut.

She had just reached the middle of the alley when someone pounced out from behind a pile of debris!
"An Min! You bitch!" Li Deyang, like a wild boar with bloodshot eyes, was full of ferocity and viciously reached out to grab An Min.

He unleashed all the anger he had been holding back for days in that one pounce.

He wanted to slap her and make her taste the pain of disfigurement!

Caught off guard, An Min instinctively screamed and dodged to the side.

But the alley was too narrow, and Li Deyang moved too quickly. She only had time to turn half her body to the side, but her shoulder was still scraped hard by Li Deyang, and it burned with pain.

The impact caused her to stumble and bump into a broken basket next to her, almost falling over.

"Run? Let's see where you run to!"

Li Deyang's attack failed, and he became even more ferocious, grinning as he lunged forward again.

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll change my surname to yours!"

Anmin's heart sank to the bottom. There was no one in sight at either end of the alley, and it was probably too late to call for help.

She gritted her teeth, preparing to fight back to the death.

Just then, a male voice rang out.

"stop!"

Immediately afterward, Andrei's tall and burly figure rushed over and kicked Li Deyang hard in the waist.

Li Deyang felt a tremendous force coming from him, and he was kicked away like a broken sack, crashing heavily onto the pile of broken wooden planks opposite him.

He was so dizzy and disoriented that he saw stars and couldn't get up for a long time.

An Min, still shaken, leaned against the wall, panting heavily, and looked up.

Andrei, an extremely tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed man dressed in blue overalls, was blocking her way.

The man was also carrying a large wrench.

His broad back acted like a wall, protecting Anmin completely behind him.

Andrei's blue eyes were burning with rage as he glared down at Li Deyang, who was writhing in pain on the ground.

His Chinese wasn't very good; it sounded a bit awkward, and he even mixed in a few Russian phrases.

"You coward, you piece of trash, bullying a woman!"

He brandished the large wrench in his hand; it looked incredibly heavy and could easily crack someone's head open if smashed in: "Get lost! If I see you again, I'll break your legs!"

Li Deyang felt as if his internal organs had shifted from being kicked, and he looked at the burly foreign man with a mixture of shock and fear.

This wrench is used for repairing large machines.

This Russian guy is incredibly strong; he has no doubt that the other guy could really break his leg.

The ferocity he had shown vanished instantly, leaving only fear.

He struggled to his feet from the garbage heap in a panic, not daring to utter a single harsh word. Clutching his aching back, he limped away without looking back, disappearing in the blink of an eye at the other end of the alley.

Andrei then turned around, his anger quickly fading and replaced by concern, and asked in slightly broken Chinese.

"Comrade Anmin? Are you alright? Are you injured?"

Anmin finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall, and felt her legs were still a little weak.

She shook her head, forcing a smile: "Comrade Andrei, thank you, thank you so much. I'm fine, I was just startled. What are you doing here?"

Andrei pointed to the main road outside the alley: "I'm going to repair equipment. The tools are heavy, so it's shorter to take the side road."

He brandished the large wrench in his hand, then frowned and looked in the direction Li Deyang had fled, his blue eyes filled with disgust.

"Who was that person? Why did they attack you? Should we call the police?"

Anmin straightened her disheveled clothes and gave a brief explanation.

"Yes... some unreasonable relatives wanted to retaliate against me because of a small conflict. I'll go call the police myself. Thank you, Comrade Andrei, you've really helped me a lot."