Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Chang Kun understood.

The dowry money and the salary were given, but Fan Laibao intercepted them all.

The elderly couple didn't see a penny and were even branded as mistreating their daughter-in-law.

Tao Hong had been feeling wronged for so long, and only today did she finally find out where the money had gone.

Of all the people in this family, only Fan Laibao is up to no good.

Fan Degui understood.

He suddenly stood up and grabbed Fan Laibao by the collar.

"You! You—"

The old man was so angry he couldn't speak. He loosened his collar and slapped Fan Laibao repeatedly, once, twice, three times, until Fan Laibao's head tilted to one side and his forehead hit the corner of the table, leaving a red mark.

"You embezzled your wife's money and made your parents take the blame? You've completely disgraced me today!"

As Fan Degui continued fighting, his eyes reddened and his voice changed.

He stopped, panting heavily, and turned to look at Tao Hong, his voice softening instantly.

"Taohong, I swear to God, I've never seen a single penny from you. You can see how we are living. With my meager salary, it's not even enough to pay off our debts. The four of us are living on this meager salary."

"Your mother-in-law's eyes are like that; she can't bear to look at them, nor can she bear to take medicine."

"My wife and I only eat one meal a day. When we're hungry, we just drink water and tough it out."

"It's not that I have a problem with you, it's just that I really don't have any money!"

The old lady was wiping away tears.

A son like that is worse than a dog.

Even a dog knows to guard the house, but what about him? He's ruined his parents and then his wife.

Peach Blossom's tears had long since stopped flowing.

She stood there, expressionless, staring at Fan Laibao as if she had never met him before.

After watching for a while, she turned and walked towards the door. She paused at the threshold, her back to the house, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "I'm going back to my room to pack my things."

"Why are you packing your things?" Fan Laibao covered his head and hurriedly looked up.

"divorce."

Without turning her head, Tao Hong stepped over the threshold and walked towards the side room.

Fan Laibao panicked completely. He scrambled to his feet, his knee hitting the table leg. He winced in pain but didn't care.

He rushed to Fan Degui, grabbed the old man's arm and shook him violently: "Dad, tell Taohong that the money was given to you, but you forgot, you're getting senile."

"If you admit it, Tao Hong really won't stay with me anymore!"

"If we really get divorced, it'll all be your fault. You forced me into this!"

Fan Degui was shaken so badly that his body swayed, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Fan Laibao rushed to the old lady again, grabbed her hand, and his voice changed.

"Mother, say something! You said I gave you money, go tell Tao Hong!"

The old woman's hand was being pulled by him, tears still streaming down her face. She opened her mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

Chang Kun could no longer hold back.

He stepped forward, pushed Fan Laibao aside, and before Fan Laibao could react, slapped him across the face.

With a crisp, loud "snap," it made a sound.

Fan Laibao swayed to the side and bumped into the octagonal table, knocking over the enamel mug and spilling water all over the table.

Chang Kun didn't stop, and slapped him again with his backhand.

After two slaps, Fan Laibao's face swelled up, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he slumped onto the table leg, covering his face and staring at Chang Kun.

"Your parents eat only one meal a day and barely manage to survive on water, while you ride your bicycle to restaurants."

"You embezzled your wife's dowry and salary, and made your parents take the blame. Now that your wife wants a divorce, you have your parents lie to cover for you. Are you even human?"

Fan Laibao covered his face and slumped against the table leg. After catching his breath, he suddenly got up, stiffened his neck, and yelled at Chang Kun.

"Who do you think you are? It's none of your business what I do!"

Chang Kun didn't waste any words with him. He grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him up from the ground.

Fan Laibao's feet left the ground for a moment, his toes scraping the ground twice. His face turned red, and he tried to pry Chang Kun's fingers open with both hands, but couldn't. He then tried to pull on Chang Kun's sleeve, but couldn't pull it open either.

Chang Kun grabbed him and dragged him outside. Fan Laibao's feet scraped against the ground, making a screeching sound, as they were dragged all the way from the main room to the courtyard.

Fan Degui chased after them to the door, stopped leaning against the door frame, looked at the commotion in the yard, his lips trembled a few times, and he called out.

"Xiao Kun, don't kill him! If you kill him, you'll have to pay with your life."

Chang Kun chuckled. This old man could be quite ruthless when he hardened his heart.

The old lady followed to the door without saying a word.

She couldn't bear to discipline her son, so she decided to let someone else teach him a lesson, since it was his own fault.

Xiao Shui poked half her head out from behind the door, clutching half a steamed bun in her hand, her eyes wide open.

After watching the whole spectacle, she looked this way and that, her little head turning back and forth.

Seeing the old lady's tears streaming down her face, she took the old lady's hand and said in a childish voice.

"Grandma, don't cry. You can come live with us from now on. My mom is pregnant, and you and Grandpa can help take care of the baby."

The old lady paused for a moment, then looked down at Xiao Shui.

The little girl looked up, her eyes bright, her little hands gripping her grandmother's fingers tightly, as if she were talking about something very serious.

Fan Degui, who was standing nearby, heard this and wiped his face.

"Good girl, good child, much better than Lai Bao..."

The old lady bent down and hugged Xiao Shui tightly.

Xiao Shui reached out to wipe her grandmother's tears, but after wiping twice, she also smeared tears on her own face.

She didn't mind and reached out to hug her grandmother's neck again.

Dragging Fan Laibao out of the courtyard, Chang Kun walked all the way out of the alley.

Fan Laibao struggled a few times in his hand but couldn't break free. With that high-pitched, hoarse voice, he kept shouting.

"Let go! You fucking let go! Let me tell you, this is Tangshan, not your Beijing!"

"If you don't let go, I'll call for help! I have plenty of buddies; once I get them, you won't be able to leave Tangshan alive, you believe me?"

Chang Kun ignored him and continued walking out.

When Fan Laibao realized that threats were ineffective, he changed his tune and raised his voice even higher.

"Apologize to me, and we'll call it even... Otherwise, don't even think about walking back home. I mean what I say!"

Chang Kun stopped and, taking advantage of the moment he was tugging at Fan Laibao's collar, used his capsaicin skill to slap Fan Laibao's nose.

Fan Laibao's words came to an abrupt halt.

He abruptly released Chang Kun's fingers, covered his nose with both hands, and looked as if he had been electrocuted. He bent over, his head hanging down, tears and snot streaming down his face.

He tried to shout, but couldn't. His throat felt blocked by something, and all he could hear was a hoarse, labored breathing sound, like a bellows.

"Still shouting?" Chang Kun asked with a smile.

My ears are finally at peace.

Once outside the alley, to the south lay a patch of wasteland; we dragged him directly onto the grass.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a free massage."

"For your aunt's sake, I won't charge you..."