Old Liu was lucky to have his hand over his chest—otherwise, he might have fainted and ended up in a coffin.
Su Jin was confident; her words were reasonable, well-structured, and clear. For a moment, there was nothing for anyone to pick apart.
Liu Qiangzi was nervous. If he got dragged off for a lesson, his face would be utterly ruined in the future.
He slapped Liu Xiuqin, “Are you out of your mind? We’re feeding you at home, and you’ve gone shamelessly to beg from someone else!”
Liu Xiuqin touched her face, gritting her teeth.
“You dare hit me?”
Liu Qiangzi gave her a knowing look, and Liu Xiuqin immediately understood. She began to cry uncontrollably, slapping her own face left and right, “Su Jin, I deserve this. It’s my fault. Please don’t report me!”
Liu Qiangzi gave her another light slap, “This drives me crazy. You’re just lazy! I’ll teach you a lesson once we get inside!”
He grabbed Liu Xiuqin by the hand and dragged her toward the house. “Hurry up!”
People around watched Su Jin’s commanding presence and whispered among themselves.
“She’s so sharp-tongued… the new wife of Jiang Heng’s family is really something.”
“Yeah, from now on, we shouldn’t say anything reckless in front of her. What if she reports us?”
“And look at that attitude—so fierce. Not even the seven members of the Liu family can handle her mouth.”
“Seems Jiang Heng married someone not easy to mess with.”
“I heard a few days ago at the supply and marketing cooperative, Zhao Chunhua ran off with his tail between his legs after being scolded!”
“This woman is terrifying!”
Su Jin clapped her hands in satisfaction. She had established her authority and made it clear she wasn’t to be trifled with. If people behaved themselves, she wouldn’t interfere—but anyone trying to provoke her would regret it.
Just as Liu Qiangzi and Liu Xiuqin were grumbling and stepping inside, a cold male voice stopped them.
“Stop!”
Turning around, it was Jiang Heng—a tall, imposing man, 1.85 meters, expressionless, radiating a chilling presence. His gaze was sharp as a hawk, and just standing there, he exuded an immense pressure.
Liu Qiangzi’s eyes widened. Isn’t this the captain of the production team?
“You’re bullying her!” Jiang Heng’s statement left no room for doubt.
Liu Qiangzi suddenly realized the danger. Jiang Heng was the team captain; what if he held a grudge and caused trouble later?
He raised his hands, shaking his head nervously. “We’re not bullying her. There was a small misunderstanding, but it’s resolved now.”
He was intimidated. Although Jiang Heng was younger by over ten years, his aura was lethal. The man was like a grim reaper, radiating danger, and with fists that were already strong enough at seventeen to climb a mountain and subdue a wild boar barehanded.
“Misunderstanding? I saw from afar that your whole family was pointing at her!”
Facing the towering man, Liu Qiangzi shrank back, speaking cautiously.
“Captain Jiang, really, it’s all settled now! You can ask your wife if you don’t believe me.”
He looked at Su Jin nervously. If she agreed, Jiang Heng could easily come after him.
Su Jin waved her hand. “I’m fine. Misunderstanding? Yes, it’s settled now. I have a generous heart—there’s no need to make things messy over the neighbors.”
She waved her hand lightly, exuding calm confidence. Gone was the fierce woman who had verbally fought an entire family just moments ago.
Liu Qiangzi’s face twitched as Jiang Heng’s gaze, full of overwhelming pressure, locked onto him. He felt like he might be torn apart at any second.
“Yes… that’s right. Su Jin is truly magnanimous,” he muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Su Jin saw him trembling and realized the man wasn’t some gang member after all. She had kept her composure before Jiang Heng, wanting to maintain her gentle image in front of him.
“Let’s ignore them. Husband, come back and eat,” she called sweetly. Her braided pigtails swayed with her upper body, cheerful and lively. Her smile was bright, melting Jiang Heng’s heart instantly—though he hadn’t realized it yet.
Back in the courtyard, Jiang Heng suppressed his aura.
“The stuff? Didn’t you leave it at the oil-press workshop?” His dark eyes fixed on her.
Jiang Heng was very tall. Su Jin raised her head on tiptoes and lightly pressed her head against his neck. Even the usually unshakable Jiang Heng was flustered; his composure and calm demeanor broke instantly.
“Sorry~ I remembered wrong. I found it at home! Sorry for making you come all this way,” she said playfully.
Jiang Heng gave a small, awkward acknowledgment as she pressed against him. He wondered—was this a gesture of affection, like a kitten showing love?
Su Jin, taking advantage of the moment, kissed him quickly.
“Mua~”
Jiang Heng jolted as if shocked by electricity. His pupils contracted. Then, he lifted her in his arms and strode toward the room, kicking the already broken door panel for extra impact.
Within seconds, he locked it behind them. Su Jin’s eyes widened. Were they really going to…?
Even though his movements seemed forceful, he laid her gently on the bed.
“You’re so bold! Right in broad daylight!”
Su Jin was stunned. What did she do? She had only kissed him lightly, barely even touching his lips.
“Bold? I’ll kiss whoever I want, however I want!” she pouted, turning her head defiantly.
Jiang Heng flipped her over with his large hand.
“Smack! Smack!”
Su Jin was still in shock. He… actually…?
This was the newlywed night of Su Jin, the small, sweet wife who had descended into the life of a rugged man from the seventies.
