"What the hell happened here?" Li Sanshui and Li Sanchou arrived with two others, their faces pale with shock.
Miao Hong's earlier call had been vague, only mentioning a fight, but this? Chen Tianyun was unrecognizable, beaten to a pulp, his face swollen like a pig's head—his own mother wouldn't know him!
"Who in the village could do this to Chen Tianyun?" Li Sanshui muttered, horrified.
"Nothing much. Chen Tianyun hit me, and Little Long stepped in to stop him," Shen Lijuan said calmly, her voice cool as ice. "Legally, it's self-defense. Get him to the clinic. I'll report this to the authorities—maybe even call the police."
"What? Little Long did this?" Li Sanshui's jaw dropped.
*That idiot?* Chen Tianyun was a beast, easily 180 pounds, maybe 200, and he'd been laid out like a slaughtered pig. *The village idiot did that?*
Shen Lijuan didn't respond. Beside her, Li Sanchou's mouth twitched, his own head still throbbing from the welts Long Gen had given him. *Idiot? That kid's no idiot.* He shuddered, grateful he hadn't crossed Shen Lijuan further. *If He Jingwen didn't get me, this punk's fists would.* Looking at Chen Tianyun, groaning like a dying ox, Li Sanchou winced. *How hard did he hit him?*
"It's just self-defense," Shen Lijuan said, waving a hand. "Take him to the clinic. We'll deal with the rest later."
Li Sanchou and the others exchanged stunned glances before hauling Chen Tianyun away.
"Little Long, why'd you beat him like that? What if you'd killed him? You'd have to pay with your life! What were you thinking?" Shen Lijuan's voice trembled with concern as they walked away from the crowd.
She'd kept her cool earlier, but her heart was racing. Rural women like her didn't know much about the law—just crude notions like "a life for a life." If Long Gen hadn't coached her with a few lines, she'd have been paralyzed with fear. His quick thinking had defused the situation, but what if Chen Tianyun came for revenge?
"Fuck that!" Long Gen dropped the idiot act, his voice hard. "He hit my woman? I'll fucking kill him!" His teeth gritted, fists clenched, ready to go another 200 rounds with Chen Tianyun. *Hit my aunt and think I'll let it slide? I'm no man if I don't make him regret it.*
Shen Lijuan's cheeks flushed, her heart skipping at "my woman." She shot him a playful glare. "What woman? Who's your woman? You're just a kid—watch your mouth!"
Her scolding was half-hearted, her face glowing with a shy sweetness.
"What? I've fucked you—doesn't that make you my woman?" Long Gen said, dead serious. "So what if I'm young? My cock's big enough, isn't it? Don't you love it, aunt?"
"Pfft!" Shen Lijuan rolled her eyes, speechless.
This kid's mouth was filthy, always circling back to fucking. *What happened to the sweet, goofy boy who used to grin at everyone?* Now he was a walking menace, eyeing every pretty woman in the village. *How many hasn't he fucked by now?*
*Being Long Gen's woman isn't so bad, though…* Shen Lijuan's heart fluttered, then darkened. *But it's complicated.* She shook her head, pushing the thought away. Chen Tianming was out of power, but the Chen family still had clout, and Chen Tianyun was a loose cannon who'd do anything.
"Don't worry, aunt. I've got it handled," Long Gen said, brushing it off. "If I dared to beat him, I've got a plan. Relax. Oh, and did you spread the word about my brain getting better? You know, the 'sometimes good, sometimes bad, controlled by meds' thing?"
Shen Lijuan blinked, exasperated. "When have I had time? Fine, I'll mention it later." *Is this kid's brain short-circuiting, or is he just that cocky? Worrying about rumors at a time like this?*
Maybe she *was* overthinking it.
"Alright." They reached the store.
Long Gen grabbed some snacks, popping open an ice cream. It was cold and sweet, so he chewed.
"Aunt, let's talk business."
"What's up?"
He crossed his legs, licking the ice cream, crunching through the chocolate coating. "The village is fired up. The road'll be done in ten days, maybe two weeks. That's good—it cleans up Chen Tianming and Wei Wenwu's mess. But it's not enough."
His playful smirk vanished, replaced by rare seriousness. "Small wins don't cut it. To earn respect and support, you gotta make the village rich. What's your next move?"
"Uh… what?" Shen Lijuan stared, completely lost.
"Knew you'd say that." Long Gen sighed. "I've got a plan. Chicken farming—meat and egg chickens. No ducks; they'd muck up the Clearwater River. We could raise turtles there instead. I talked to Wu Guihua this morning. Chicken farming's low-cost, high-profit. Meat chickens sell for nine yuan a pound, eggs fifty cents each. Figure it out: 100 meat chickens, 100 egg-layers. How much could we make in a year?"
Shen Lijuan, a seasoned small-time merchant, did the math quickly. Her face lit up. "You're right! Why didn't I think of that? Everyone here knows how to raise chickens. It's a few months to profit—short cycle! Let's do it! Little Long, you're a genius!"
Long Gen grinned, tossing the ice cream stick aside and flopping onto the bed, waiting for lunch. His mind drifted to He Jingwen. He'd texted her yesterday—dick pic included—and she hadn't replied, not even a peep. *What's with that slut? Forget me already? No way. Why give me her number then?*
"Whatever. I've got plenty of pussy to fuck," He muttered, drifting off to sleep.
Shen Lijuan had lunch ready when he woke. The midday sun was brutal, scalding his scalp, but Long Gen headed out. Chen Tianyun was a ticking time bomb—he needed to be dealt with before he caused more trouble.
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At Chen Tianyun's house, the air was thick with tension.
"You fucking slut, get out! Fucking men behind my back? I'll kill you!" Chen Tianyun, his head wrapped in bandages like a mummy, only his eyes, nose, and mouth visible, roared from his bed. Sweat dripped from his face, soaking the gauze.
"Goddamn it, fan me! I'll fuck your ancestors!" He snarled, wincing as his split lip stung.
*That kid's fists were like hammers. I've beaten plenty of guys, but never that hard.*
"Fan yourself!" Wang Limei snapped, tossing the fan aside. "You fuck other men's wives, but I can't get fucked? Don't think I'm some pushover. Worst case, we're done!"
She was fed up. Her sister-in-law, Huang Cuihua, had already bolted. The Chen family was crumbling—why stick around for more abuse?
"You bitch, getting bold, huh? I'll fucking kill you!" Chen Tianyun tried to stand, but his battered body screamed in pain, his waist feeling like it'd snapped.
"Hmph!" Wang Limei turned to leave.
"Where are you going, you slut? Get back here!" Chen Tianyun stomped, his bloodshot eyes bulging like a rabbit's. *How did I fall this low? When did I become a fucking joke?*
"Well, ain't this lively," A voice cut in.
Chen Tianyun froze, cold sweat beading on his skin. That voice was like the Grim Reaper calling his name.
Long Gen strolled in, plopping onto a chair, casually sipping from a glass of water. "Keep throwing shit. Rich folks like you don't care—toss whatever you want. I'll watch."
Chen Tianyun trembled, his lips twitching. If not for his injuries, he'd have bolted. "L-Little Long… no, Lord Long, you're here…" He stammered.
Long Gen nodded. "Yup, checking on you. Injuries bad?"
"N-no, not bad! Just scratches. I'll be fine in a few days!" Chen Tianyun waved it off, forcing a smile.
"Good. I've got a little matter to discuss."
"W-what matters?" Chen Tianyun's heart sank, but he forced himself to stay calm. *As long as he doesn't hit me again, I'll do anything.*
Long Gen shook his head. *Thought I'd have to rough him up more, but he's already scared shitless.* "Heard you borrowed nine thousand yuan from my aunt…"
"I'll pay it back! Right now!" Chen Tianyun's face paled. "You, dumb bitch, what're you standing there for? Get two hundred thousand yuan for Lord Long—now!"
"Hmph!" Wang Limei shot him a glare but strutted inside, her hips swaying.
Long Gen blinked, stunned at how easy this was. His eyes lingered on Wang Limei's curvy figure, his cock stirring. He coughed, smirking. "One more thing to discuss."
"What? Name it!" Chen Tianyun was all in compliance.
"Let me borrow your wife to fuck."
"What?!"
Chen Tianyun froze, then slapped his thigh. "Fuck her! Fuck her all you want!"
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