Chapter 317: Fighting is fighting, don't strip clothes

Seeing An Jiahe, with his dual identity as Huaihua's stepfather and Qin Huairu's husband, in front of the neighbors, demand maintenance fees from himself.

Jia Zhangshi, who was wrestling with Qin Huairu.

She didn't even have the thought to scold anyone.

Her mind was filled with just one idea.

The plan encountered a huge setback.

If things go badly, the Jia family will really end up in chaos, ending up destitute.

Not only did the livestock that supported the Jia family disappear, but Qin Huairu also broke free from Jia Zhangshi's grasp, and for money, she both fought and quarreled with me.

Have money.

If you give, then give it.

The problem is that Jia Zhangshi has no money.

One thousand five hundred yuan in maintenance fees, swindled clean by a con artist, leaving Jia Zhangshi like a mute eating dumplings—suffering but unable to speak; although she clearly knew she had been swindled out of one thousand five hundred yuan, she still dared not tell the truth to everyone, especially not to Qin Huairu.

Compared to life, money...

Jia Zhangshi knows how she should choose.

She told the truth.

She then headed toward a dead end.

At this special time and special environment, if she goes to find the Ghost Catcher, after the incident, what fate will Jia Zhangshi meet? Jia Zhangshi knows it very well.

Just consider it as swallowing a mute's loss.

She did not refute.

The motion of tearing at Qin Huairu in her hand sped up unnaturally.

You move your mouth, I move my hands.

This is Jia Zhangshi's response.

In the crowd.

The one who just added fuel to the fire is again doing the deed of watching the fun and not minding if it becomes a big deal.

"Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu is, after all, your former daughter-in-law; no matter how much you hate her, you can't strip her clothes—if you strip her naked, how can she face people?"

Jia Zhangshi's heart stirred.

She had an idea.

Anyway, Qin Huairu is no longer her daughter-in-law; after wrestling for a while, Qin Huairu still demanded money from her.

Consider it settled.

I'll be ruthless.

Grabbing the face turned into grabbing clothes.

That restless fellow started to sow discord with Qin Huairu.

"Jia Zhangshi, you really are stripping Qin Huairu's clothes; Qin Huairu, you shouldn't just hold back—fight back! Jia Zhangshi is stripping your clothes, you can also strip hers naked."

Qin Huairu, feeling angry inside.

She was also persuaded.

Thinking that Jia Zhangshi still wouldn't produce money at this time, she harbored the idea of making Jia Zhangshi lose face, and began doing exactly the same thing as Jia Zhangshi—trying to strip the other's clothes.

Former mother-in-law and former daughter-in-law, in front of over a hundred neighbors, they went back and forth tearing at each other, specifically aiming at each other's clothing.

The difference between being shameless and caring about face.

It became apparent immediately.

Jia Zhangshi is old enough to let it go.

Qin Huairu is young and still cares about her reputation.

In the war of the two women stripping clothes, the young widow suffered a loss.

Also blaming Qin Huairu for single-mindedly wanting to maintain her image as a weak woman, from start to finish she was kept down and beaten by Jia Zhangshi, thus ending up at a disadvantage.

Never expected someone would have the idea of stripping her clothes.

Never expected Jia Zhangshi would really respond to the neighbors' demand to pull off her clothes.

Taken off guard.

Qin Huairu really suffered a big loss; the over-two-hundred-catty Jia Zhangshi, like a stone, pressed Qin Huairu so she could barely breathe, constantly on the defensive.

The onlooking crowd could see it with the naked eye.

Jia Zhangshi really was stripping Qin Huairu's clothes; she held an idea of attacking without defending, wildly launching an offensive at Qin Huairu.

Shazhu let out a sigh.

No matter who, if they truly don't care about face, they will surely act with impunity.

Why did Qin Huairu suffer a loss?

The loss lies in her still being a bit embarrassed; if she were like a soul-summoning expert, even if she were about to be stripped naked, she would still recklessly strike Qin Huairu.

It's not certain who wins or loses between the two.

Shazhu widened his eyes, staring straight at the exciting battle scene before him, his heart also pounding violently.

He suddenly furrowed his brows, and his complexion also began to worsen.

Damn it.

Someone actually blocked his line of sight.

Angry, Shazhu wanted to give him a slap; you all watching the fun, you kid, did you know you blocked my eyes?

Fortunately, Yu Li wasn't on the scene, having retreated indoors; otherwise, Shazhu's pure spectator behavior would have him kneeling on the washboard when he got home.

However, with An Jiahe taking the blame, Yu Li wouldn't go so far as to cause a fuss with Shazhu.

Qin Huairu's remarried husband An Jiahe was at this moment completely a wooden person; Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi had been arguing for so long, and as Qin Huairu's husband he had always been a bystander, neither breaking up the fight nor advising, just like Shazhu and the others, from beginning to end always wearing the look of someone watching a show.

Since the husbands were all watching the show, the neighbors ought to watch it even more.

In this situation, one can only watch, watching while desperately grasping every moment.

Not watching would be pointless.

However, at the critical moment, the neighbors all dazedly shook their heads and let out a sigh of regret.

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi's fight ended in a draw; neither managed to tear off the other's clothing, at most they scratched each other's faces or pulled each other's hair.

Finally, Liu Haizhong couldn't bear to watch any longer and spoke up to stop their scuffle.

"Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu, you had better stop, or else I'll get the Jiēdào or the police station to come judge between you."

The scuffling Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu each released their hands, whether they had been grabbing the other's hair or pinching the other's nostrils.

Seeing that the two had stopped fighting.

Liu Haizhong let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

He put on the airs of the Second Steward.

If something really were to happen.

He, Liu Haizhong, would be the first to bear the brunt.

"Jia Zhangshi, could you please pay a little more attention to the Jia Family's image? If you have something to say, let's talk it out properly, okay? Don't go tearing people's clothes at the drop of a hat. Qin Huairu, however you say it, she has also given birth to a son and a daughter for your Jia Family, she's called you mother for over ten years—what outsiders say, you just believe it, and then you go tearing clothes? You'd really do that!"

"Qin Huairu, what Jia Zhangshi did is wrong; she is also the mother of your former husband Jia Dongxu. You're still young; if this gets out…"

Liu Haizhong, who had gone on and on with a bunch of old platitudes, turned his head to look at An Jiahe; today An Jiahe's conduct really made his lungs explode with anger.

He had lived in the Siheyuan for so many years.

He had also seen all sorts of people.

Yet he had never seen such a cold-blooded bastard as An Jiahe.

Qin Huairu is his wife; although she is a remarried widow bringing children, she nonetheless has a marriage certificate issued by the authorities, making them a family.

He clearly knew his wife was being violently beaten by his mother-in-law.

Yet he remained unmoved.

He didn't budge.

He had a reason.

His mother-in-law's status made it inconvenient for An Jiahe to intervene, as he feared earning certain notoriety.

Yet Jia Zhangshi had already moved to strip Qin Huairu naked, and despite the many neighbors around, An Jiahe remained as calm as if he were sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Especially the expression on his face.

It was completely the look of someone watching a show.

Qin Huairu's second marriage seemed not very happy.

She had fallen into another pit of fire.

An Jiahe's attitude said a lot.

"An Jiahe, you've been watching the show the whole time—what do you mean?" Without waiting for An Jiahe to give an answer, Liu Haizhong waved his right hand and said, "I don't even want to hear your explanation; go back and think it over carefully."