My Terrible Life in Those Years

Before they had gone halfway, Kang Ning caught up with Wan Ning and they went their separate ways.

I wanted to call Wan Ning over and talk to her about the possibilities, but when I saw the look in Kang Ning's eyes that seemed to label me a big liar, I paused for a moment.

Wan Ning kept turning back to look at me, and my heart skipped a beat. Just as I was about to catch up, my phone rang again.

I wanted to curse in my heart, so I took out my phone. It was the same number that had just called.

The sudden noise in the middle of the night startled both Du Yan and me.

She looked at me helplessly, and at the phone in my hand.

Answer or not?

Damn it, is the wife coming to our door?

I've only ever seen palace dramas like this on TV; I've never seen them in real life or around me.

She looked at me pleadingly, as if asking for my opinion: should I accept it or not?

Before she could think it through, I answered the call.

"Hello!"

A furious middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end: "Get Du Yan here to answer the phone!"

This damn phone is incredibly loud; her voice could be heard by people at least five meters away.

Du Yan's face turned completely white, and she was trembling all over.

I was cursing in my heart: Girl, if you had known this would happen, why did you have to debase yourself like this?

I yelled into the phone, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged woman opposite me was surprised that my voice was louder than hers, and paused for a moment.

Then he yelled, "You, you're the scoundrel who encouraged Du Yan to harass my husband, aren't you?"

"Damn it," I looked at Du Yan, completely bewildered. "Girl, you didn't betray me, did you?"

Du Yan quickly shook her head and waved her hand to indicate that she had not said that.

I'm furious. I've been fuming all night with nowhere to vent, and now you, a woman, have the audacity to yell at me?

"So you're that haggard housewife who can't control her husband's younger brother?"

Am I the kind of person who wouldn't fight back when hit or talk back when insulted?

Obviously not.

The other side never expected that I also had a short temper and would directly confront them.

Du Yan nervously grabbed my arm, pressed herself against me, and drew closer to me. She wanted to hear what the woman on the phone was saying, but she was also afraid that the woman would find out that she was there!

As I cursed, I quickly tried to recall which TV series featured a couple of wicked in-laws who were dealt with together.

What's a good way to directly shut down their arrogance?

The woman, her face pale and sallow, was silent for half a second before her next outburst erupted.

Du Yan's eyes were glazed over, and her whole body was trembling.

Why bother, girl? When you were having a sweet time with him, did you never think about facing this kind of gunfire?

"You bastard, who are you calling a haggard old woman? You good-for-nothing, a scoundrel who only deserves to live in a rented apartment, actually encouraged your girlfriend to seduce my husband, hoping to get a promotion and a raise? And you're trying to extort us? Let me tell you, you should also tell that little wench to get the farthest you can go, or I'll send a wrecking ball to Xiancun and leave you nowhere to live!"

Wow, what's going on here?

Does this mean that scumbag is saying that I encouraged Du Yan to seduce her husband in order to achieve some kind of goal?

Du Yan was wrong; she shouldn't have been a married woman engaging in such illicit activities. But can it take two to tango?

If her man could control his younger brother, would this have happened?

They even dragged me into the argument?

Can we tolerate this?

Du Yan tried to grab the phone with her other hand to hang up, because she had heard every word clearly. Just because she borrowed my phone, I was dragged into this mess. Not only was I being harassed, but I was also being cursed at by this woman. She felt extremely uncomfortable.

I switched hands, holding her tightly with my other arm and telling her not to move.

I absolutely have to teach this woman a lesson.

He's even more hateful than the real scoundrel Chengzai!

The man took such a huge advantage of the girl and even got her pregnant. Now he doesn't want to take responsibility and wants to sever ties. He and his wife are shamelessly ganging up on the girl from out of town.

"You're coming? Welcome! I live on the second floor of Building 7, Third Street, Xiancun. Bring your shameless husband along. I want to see if you two even look human!"

Du Yan was terrified. Why did you give her your address? What if she really comes knocking on our door?

If I hadn't been holding her with my strong arm, I reckon her legs would have given way and she would have collapsed to the ground by now.

At that moment, I didn't notice at all that, around the corner where Wan Ning disappeared, her little head quietly peeked out, watching the backs of the two of us as I made a phone call and hugged her!

She was slightly stunned; she hadn't expected this situation. She stared at me for a few seconds before her head disappeared behind the wall.

The middle-aged woman opposite him paused for another second.

They seemed stunned by my boldness and fearlessness.

Who's this clueless? Are these two really just ordinary migrant workers? And I heard the other one only arrived a few days ago?

Why does he look so much like a seasoned veteran on the ground?

Before she could finish her rant, I quickly spoke into the phone, word by word: "Listen up, if I don't hear your husband apologize to Du Yan by tomorrow, I'm taking Du Yan and reporting him to his workplace, to his boss. Let me tell you, we have tons of evidence. Let's see if you and he still dare to be so arrogant. Let's see if you'll really die! You old hag, relay this to him word for word!"

Then, I hung up the phone!

In that instant, I felt like someone who had been holding their pee for half an hour suddenly found a toilet and experienced the exhilarating feeling of unleashing a torrent of urine!

That was fucking awesome!

Du Yan was terrified and I had to half-drag and half-carry her upstairs.

Once inside, she almost collapsed onto the mattress.

"You, you, me, me, what should I do?"

She muttered to herself that things were developing much faster than she had imagined, and even more so beyond her control.

She's completely lost her composure!

I hardened my heart and said, "Let me tell you, it wasn't me being nosy just now. If she had spoken to me politely and kindly, I wouldn't have bothered arguing with her. But you heard it too, your ex-boyfriend actually said we were in cahoots to cheat her husband, her job, her money, and all that. How could I tolerate that? You bastards! If they really dare to come now, I'll see how I deal with them!"

"Will they really come to our door? I..."

"Go to hell! I'm telling you, tomorrow, before you leave work tomorrow, if he doesn't apologize to you, you do as I say, go find his boss. I don't believe he'll take advantage of you and then leave without a trace!"

Just then, the phone rang again!

That phone number again! Seriously? Does this person have a death wish?