After wearing it: I traded a pig for a man.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Yun Ning turned around abruptly.

All that could be seen was a somewhat deranged Wang Qingqing carrying a wood-chopping knife, and one of her shoes had been lost in the process.

Behind her followed several people who were panting heavily.

Among them were Zhang Hansheng and Zhang Laotai, who had some bloodstains on their bodies, and several others whom Jiang Yunning did not recognize.

"Sister Qingqing." Jiang Yun Ning was stunned and quickly ran over.

When Wang Qingqing saw her, she could no longer stop crying: "Yun Ning, Daya, Daya has been sold."

Jiang Yun Ning was startled: "What?"

Zhang Shu glanced at it, then turned and tried to run away.

He wasn't afraid that Old Lady Zhang would regret it, but he was afraid that Wang Qingqing would lose her temper and really hurt him.

But as soon as he turned around, Jiang Che grabbed him: "Why are you running?"

"Let go!" Zhang Shu cried out in panic, struggling violently, but to no avail.

Wang Qingqing had already seen him, and her anxious face turned ferocious again.

She remembered it clearly; it was this man named Zhang Shu who had said in front of her last time that he wanted to buy Daya to be his child bride.

Wang Qingqing glanced to one side, grabbed a wood-chopping knife, and lunged forward: "Give Da Ya back to me!"

Zhang Shu looked at the machete at his neck and swallowed hard in fear.

"You! Take it away first." He couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Wang Qingqing's eyes were bloodshot, her former timidity completely gone: "If you don't give Daya back to me, I'll kill you all!"

At that moment, she couldn't care less about anything else; all she could think about was Old Lady Zhang's words, "Don't wait anymore, I've already sold her. She runs the cafeteria at the college; isn't that better than her staying with us?"

She then picked up a machete and slashed at Old Lady Zhang's arm. If Zhang Hansheng hadn't reacted quickly and pulled her arm away, Old Lady Zhang's arm might have been broken.

Zhang Shu looked at Old Lady Zhang with a terrified expression: "What's going on? Quickly pull them apart!"

Wang Qingqing was holding a knife, and besides, both Old Lady Zhang and Zhang Hansheng had already been cut.

Who dares to step forward?

"Sister Qingqing," Jiang Yun Ning walked over, "Are you planning to get a divorce? I'll help you get Daya back."

Wang Qingqing nodded vigorously: "Divorce! I definitely want a divorce! I only want my Daya!"

She had prepared herself to die, but since there was a better option, she wanted to live and protect Daya.

There was no place for the Zhang family to shelter them, and she had no attachment to Zhang Hansheng whatsoever.

If she had known that all these years of forbearance would not bring her Da Ya any peace, why would she have wasted so many years?

"You dare to divorce me?" Old Mrs. Zhang's eyes widened.

She also planned to give Wang Qingqing to a wealthy man to pawn his wife and have children, which would also bring in a considerable income.

"You've been married into my family for so many years, and you haven't even given me a grandson! How dare you mention divorce? Do you know that without a grandson, I'll die without even having eyes to rely on!"

Old Mrs. Zhang was so angry that she jumped up and down, not even caring that the wood-chopping knife was still held to Zhang Shu's neck.

"If you can't close your eyes, then leave with your eyes open! You're dead, why all this fuss! Are you so poor you want your grandson to inherit your family's junk? If you want to die, then die sooner, go down there and have your own grandson with your old man."

After Jiang Yun Ning learned that Wang Qing Qing would not return to the Zhang family, she no longer had any scruples. She had been putting up with Old Madam Zhang for a long time.

This was the first time Old Lady Zhang had been scolded like this, and by a junior at that. She was so angry that her hands trembled.

"You! You!"

She opened her mouth wide, but could only repeat these few words.

"What do you mean, 'you'?!" Jiang Yun Ning put his hands on his hips. "You dog who wastes air when you're alive and wastes land when you're dead. If you died, I'd just throw you into the sea to feed the fish. Even the fish would be too lazy to eat you because you're black-hearted and rotten."

Old Mrs. Zhang couldn't catch her breath, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Jiang Che lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.

If the atmosphere hadn't been so awkward, he really would have laughed.

He had always known that Jiang Yuning was sharp-tongued, but he never expected that she could make Old Lady Zhang so angry that she couldn't utter a single word and suddenly fainted.

Zhang Hansheng quickly helped him up and pinched his philtrum hard.

Old Mrs. Zhang recovered: "How dare you insult me ​​like that! You're so young, yet you bully an old woman like that! You have no morals!"

Jiang Yuning glanced at her: "Morality is for restraining oneself, not for manipulating others. You, an old hag who made your daughter-in-law go back to her parents' home to ask for money and food, and even sold your own granddaughter, dare to talk about morality? Do you even deserve it!"

Zhang Hansheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he rolled up his sleeves and rushed over.

Jiang Yun Ning wasn't afraid at all, and didn't move an inch.

She knew that Jiang Che wouldn't put her in danger.

"You bastard! She wasn't talking about you. You're supposed to be a man, yet you're so heartless as to sell your own daughter! You can't live like this! If you can't live like this, then take your wicked mother with you to die! In the afterlife, your mother can still take care of you, instead of leaving you, a lazy and troublesome person, to starve to death at home."

Just as the fist was about to land in front of him, Jiang Yun Ning remained motionless.

The next second, a gust of wind blew past my ear.

Zhang Hansheng was sent flying and crashed several meters away.

Jiang Che stood steadily in front of Jiang Yun Ning.

Grandma Zhang and the others rushed forward to help Zhang Hansheng up: "Son, are you alright?"

Jiang Yun Ning ignored the Zhang mother and son and turned to Zhang Shu: "Do you know that buying and selling people is illegal?"

Zhang Shu looked at her, knowing that Daya might also be important to Jiang Yun Ning: "I have a contract of servitude signed and sealed by her biological father and grandmother. Even if you sue me, what can you do?"

Jiang Yun Ning raised an eyebrow, surprised that he knew about the law.

This is a bit tricky.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare. Anyway, your daughter's indenture is in my house. If I die, what good life will your daughter have?" Zhang Shu had calmed down and was certain that Wang Qingqing wouldn't dare to do anything to him even if it was for Da Ya's sake.

Sure enough, Wang Qingqing's hands began to tremble, and her angry eyes turned into pleading: "My daughter is only seven years old, give her back to me. I'll return the money to you."

Zhang Shu snorted coldly and turned his head away: "I don't need these few taels of silver."

Wang Qingqing kept shaking her head, tears streaming down her face, and her legs went weak as she was about to kneel down before him.

Jiang Yun Ning reached out to help him up, his expression calm: "Tell me, what will it take for you to release him?"

Zhang Shu looked at her smugly: "Unless you give me the recipe for ice jelly."

He can no longer work in the cafeteria, but as long as he has the recipe, he can intercept the orders for ice jelly from Baiweixuan and Zuixianlou, earning just as much as he would from the cafeteria.

Most importantly, having the recipe meant he had defeated Jiang Yun Ning's generation of female athletes.

Jiang Yun Ning curled her lips: "Go home and get paper and pen, I'll write it for you. Also, bring Da Ya and the indenture."

Zhang Shu looked at her with some suspicion.

Is she really willing to give him such an important formula for a little girl?

"What if you lie to me?" Zhang Shu asked, looking at her.