Chapter 127: Truly Not a Good Thing

What on earth is going on here? Du Yun felt every hair on her body stand on end. She clenched her fists tightly and took several deep breaths to quell the furious urge to lash out and kill.

This is ridiculous—hiding in the cornfield in broad daylight, as if she had done something to provoke anyone. If they wanted to amuse themselves, they could do it without dragging her into it!

“Go on, you’re the little demon here. You’re my darling!” The male voice sounded desperate, hurriedly speaking as his hands moved ceaselessly, causing the female voice to gasp softly.

“Then why do you want to marry her? Isn’t marrying me better?” The woman’s tone brightened, as if catching a glimmer of hope. They murmured back and forth for a while before continuing.

“Aren’t we fine as we are? I take care of you, provide for your food and clothes, and we go out to enjoy ourselves now and then,” the man replied reluctantly, clearly making excuses.

“What fine? You’ve got your eyes on that little demon Du Yun! I heard about the three hundred yuan bride price and the three big dowry items—you’re really going all out for her!” The woman’s voice rose with anger, clearly upset by the man’s evasions.

“She’s her, and you’re you—how can you compare?”

“I don’t care. Right now, I’m the one you’re with. If you’ve got guts, go find Du Yun!” The woman seemed truly furious, no longer acting coy and ready to fight.

Du Yun stood rooted to the spot, her whole body stiff with tension, overwhelmed by a wave of rage. Without her strong self-control, she might have already stormed over in a few strides and put an end to those two scoundrels.

Who had she offended? Just being on their minds was disgusting enough, but to hear her name dragged into this at such a moment made her want to vomit.

No, she couldn’t stay here any longer. Moving quietly through the green cornstalks, Du Yun soon slipped away. She didn’t know who the woman was, but she recognized the man—the plump, dark-faced fellow who had once come to propose to her when she first arrived in this world. His surname was Dong.

Pah! No wonder he was no good. Du Yun felt as if she had been licked by a toad—utterly nauseating.

With this sickening feeling gnawing at her, Du Yun moved fast, leaving the cornfield far behind as she headed toward the village grocery store. Without the heart to carefully pick out anything, she bought only a small bag of sugar as a pretext, then hurried home.

Her heart felt like it was stuffed with burning embers, filled with unrest. She hadn’t agreed to marry him simply because he looked unappealing and unfamiliar, but she had never imagined that this seemingly simple and honest-looking dark-faced man would be such a vile creature!

He was truly despicable. Du Yun couldn’t find the words to describe her disgust, only wishing never to see Dong Yuejin again in her life. Just the sight of him made her feel sick.

“Hey, Du Yun, little sister, where are you off to?” As Du Yun hurried home, she unexpectedly ran straight into Dong Yuejin. His grin was exaggerated, overly eager as he leaned in close to greet her.

Du Yun frowned and shot him a fierce glare. How could anyone have such shamelessness? Just moments ago, he had been doing shameful things with another woman, and now, upon seeing her, he shamelessly put on a friendly face.

Even worse was the nauseating stench emanating from him—the foul mix of sweat and musk made her want to gag.

“Get lost!” Du Yun’s mood was terrible. She longed to slap him hard twice but felt that doing so would sully her hands. Instead, she glared at him fiercely, turned, and walked past.

“Hey, Du Yun, don’t go!” Dong Yuejin clearly didn’t realize she had already heard every sordid detail about him. Seeing her attempt to leave, he spread his arms to block her path. “Good sister, I’ve missed you. Talk to me.”

“Get lost!” Du Yun, thoroughly fed up with his lecherous, disgusting demeanor, slapped his outstretched arms away and strode off.

Thanks to her training during the apocalypse, Du Yun’s physical strength had improved greatly. A single impatient slap like that was as powerful as a normal girl swinging a heavy wooden stick with all her might. Fortunately, though angry, she still retained reason. Had she lost control and landed a full blow on Dong Yuejin, he might have ended up in the hospital for months.

“Ouch, you pack a punch! Sister, sister, good sister,” Dong Yuejin moaned, clutching his arm and circling around several times. When he tried to look back for Du Yun, she was nowhere to be seen.

“Good sister, huh? I think you’re just one-sidedly in love!” A woman stepped out from a nearby alley, watching Dong Yuejin spin around holding his arm, then snorted coldly.

If Du Yun had been there, she would have recognized the voice—it was exactly the same as the woman in the cornfield. This woman was no other than the eldest daughter of the matchmaker’s family, a young widow who had returned to her parental home after being widowed in a neighboring village.

“Go away! Didn’t you see I’m hurt? Why are you making snide remarks instead of helping me?” Dong Yuejin glared angrily at her.

“Yeah, yeah. Who was it that insisted on splitting up and walking separately to protect their reputation? Now look—caught by a little lover, and even got beaten!” The woman couldn’t help but jab at him, her resentment bubbling up after holding it in for a while.

“Aren’t you planning to go to the county to buy cloth? I was going to take you tomorrow, but with you like this, jealousy alone is enough!” Dong Yuejin was momentarily speechless but hastened to save face with a forced tone.

“Oh, no, I’m only jealous because I care about you,” the woman quickly softened her sharp, jealous tone into a sweet and understanding smile, gently supporting Dong Yuejin as they walked back into the village.

After the two disappeared from view, Du Yun stepped out from behind a large tree, her expression hardening. A lustful, lecherous Dong Yuejin and a young widow clinging to a man for comfort—neither were good people at all.