Chapter 4530

"You... you..." Deng Xiaohe clenched her fists tightly in anger, her heart burning with rage. She glared at Qi Hehua with her almond eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Just at this moment, a burst of rapid panting drifted to Zhao Desan's ears, and a familiar woman's voice shouted, "Xiaoqin, where is Xiaohe? What is this little brat doing running over here!"

"Over there," Sun Xiaqin said, pointing to her sister-in-law, who was fuming not far away.

The old woman was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously, "What is she doing?"

Sun Xiaqin glanced at the smiling Zhao Desan and said with a bitter smile, "She went to settle the score with Qi Hehua."

"Ah?" Hearing Sun Xiaqin say this, the mother-in-law couldn't help but exclaim, saying, "What ability does she have? How can she go against Hehua?"

Sun Xiaqin smiled bitterly and told her mother-in-law everything that had happened just now. The old woman's mouth opened into an 'O' shape in surprise, and she said with a bitter smile, "I know how much this brat is worth. Now it's even worse; not only has she ruined her reputation, but she's also going to be ridiculed by Hehua."

Everyone watching knew that Zhao Desan was the Deng family's trump card; only Deng Xiaohe was confused.

Sun Xiaqin rushed to explain, "Mother-in-law, my classmate said it would be fine."

The old woman glanced at Zhao Desan, let out a long sigh, and glared at the old man beside her, signaling why he hadn't stopped her just now, as if he didn't know his own daughter's temper.

Seeing his wife's reproachful gaze, the old man smiled awkwardly, indicating that he hadn't had time to stop her.

The old woman glanced at her son, Deng Xiaojun, who was standing nearby, and found that he really didn't look like a member of the Deng family, but rather like a passerby watching a show.

"Oh my!" Qi Hehua wore a cunning, treacherous smile and teased, "Don't get so angry that you ruin your health. How do you get entangled with those old men in the city? I've heard that the money of those stinking old men with status in the city is very easy to earn. As long as you lie on the bed and let them do it to you a few times, you can earn quite a bit of money. So you have to take care of your body, otherwise, this skill of making money won't be able to continue."

Deng Xiaohe's eyes widened in anger, and she cursed fiercely, "Shut your stinking mouth!" She really wished she could go up and tear apart Qi Hehua's rotten mouth.

"What's wrong?" Qi Hehua grinned and smiled mockingly, "Did I hit the nail on the head?"

"You..." Deng Xiaohe was driven to fury by Qi Hehua's repeated taunts. She suddenly walked up to Qi Hehua and, while Qi Hehua was completely off guard, swung her hand and slapped her across the face.

With a crisp "slap," Deng Xiaohe gave Qi Hehua a loud, fierce slap. Qi Hehua was completely stunned by this sudden blow, and the onlookers were also dumbfounded.

A gasp of shock erupted from the crowd. Everyone widened their eyes in astonishment. They hadn't expected that Qi Hehua, a shrew who always bullied others and threw her weight around in the village, would actually be slapped by the Deng family's daughter, Deng Xiaohe, in front of everyone. These people looked at Deng Xiaohe in shock, examining her as if she were something strange, wondering how much ability this girl, who was only in her early twenties, actually had to dare to challenge Qi Hehua.

At this moment, Deng Xiaohe was obviously terrified by her own actions. She hadn't expected that she would slap Qi Hehua in a fit of rage, which even she found hard to believe. She stared blankly at the five bright red finger marks on Qi Hehua's face, then looked at her own slightly reddened fingers, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Being slapped by a little brat in front of so many people—this was unacceptable. After coming to her senses, Qi Hehua's eyes widened like a cow's, and she stared at Deng Xiaohe with uncontrollable rage. Since she had married into this village, no one had ever dared to treat her like this. It had always been her slapping others; no one had ever dared to touch her. Today, she had been bullied by a stinking brat, and in front of so many people in the village watching the show! How could Qi Hehua afford to lose such face! The burning pain on her cheek quickly brought Qi Hehua back to her senses. She had truly been slapped by this little girl, Deng Xiaohe. Seeing the shocked expressions of the people around her, Qi Hehua immediately felt she had lost face. Flames of anger erupted in her eyes. She covered her slapped cheek with her left hand, her teeth grinding together, and she glared fiercely at Deng Xiaohe. The vicious expression made people shudder.

"..." Qi Hehua muttered, perhaps the pain on her cheek made her speech somewhat unnatural.

Deng Xiaohe saw Qi Hehua's venomous gaze, but thinking that things had already reached this point, there was no room for turning back. She decided to go all the way; she couldn't lose to the other party in terms of presence. So, Deng Xiaohe gathered her courage, widened her eyes, and stared straight back at Qi Hehua, her momentum not losing to the other party at all.

Sun Xiaqin, standing to the side, saw this scene and thought she was hallucinating. She couldn't help but rub her eyes hard, but she still saw the five red finger marks on Qi Hehua's left cheek. Her heart was so panicked it felt like it was about to jump out, and the two large, beautiful mounds on her chest heaved up and down due to nervousness. She knew her sister-in-law, Deng Xiaohe, was impulsive, but she hadn't expected her to be the first to strike the shrew, Qi Hehua.

Deng Xiaohe's mother also looked shocked, covering her wide-open mouth with her right hand, feeling extremely stunned. Her daughter, Deng Xiaohe, had actually slapped Qi Hehua—this was something she never could have imagined.

The old woman was stunned for a while, tugging at her daughter-in-law Sun Xiaqin's sleeve, and said in a panic, "Xiaoqin, I... I didn't see wrong, did I?"

"No... you didn't see wrong," Sun Xiaqin said stammeringly. She let out a long sigh, easing the tension in her heart, and said blankly, "Xiaohe... she slapped Hehua."

After hearing Sun Xiaqin's words, the old woman's eyes widened even further, her eyeballs almost falling out. She said in a panic, "Why is Xiaohe so impulsive?"

(Chapter 2451: Go Settle the Score with Her)!