vrcanaries Chapter 409
Chapter 409
The village chief's group of "lackeys" who usually flattered him and served him at his beck and call, when they saw their master being beaten up, they were like chickens with their blood injected. They quickly jumped up from their seats and approached Zhao Guanghui aggressively.
At this tense moment, Zhao Guanghui's mother Wang Guihua, with her many years of life experience, saw the tense situation at a glance.
She anxiously grabbed Zhao Guanghui's sleeve and shouted, "Guanghui, stop being so confused and apologize to your uncle!"
As she spoke, she rushed into the house in two steps and frantically found the pack of "Huazi" cigarettes that she had originally intended to keep for her daughter-in-law when she came home.
You know, for this wedding, the family only prepared this one "Huazi". Now that she had to give it away, Wang Guihua felt so reluctant to give it up, it was as painful as a knife.
But now that things have come to this, what can we do?
After all, it was his own son who started it first, so he could only hope to settle the matter peacefully in this way to avoid causing greater trouble.
But who would have thought that at this moment Zhao Guanghui had already been drunken, and no matter how earnestly his parents advised him, he didn't listen to a word they said.
Not only that, he didn't even have the slightest thought of admitting his fault or apologizing. In his opinion, the village chief was clearly at fault first. How dare he openly bully his unmarried wife? Did he really expect him to apologize in return?
What a big joke!
Zhao Qing hurriedly pulled out several pieces of tissue paper from the paper box on the table, quickly crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them tightly into his nostrils, trying to stop the continuous nosebleed.
He raised his head, his eyes first falling on the pack of Huazi cigarettes in Wang Guihua's hand, and then moved to the "nephew" standing beside him with a fat face and a fierce look.
He waved his hand gently, a forced smile on his face, and said with a grin, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? What are you holding? You're just kids. We just had a couple of extra drinks. There's no need to apologize! You guys keep having fun here. I'll go back and clean up."
As he spoke, Zhao Qing pointed to his nose, which had begun to bleed again. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left the scene with a somewhat staggering step.
The fellows in the village who usually followed Zhao Qing like "lackeys" heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that their boss had no intention of pursuing the matter, and they all returned to their seats and sat down obediently.
When many onlookers in the village saw this situation, they all knew that the village chief was not a good person. If he came back with his men in a threatening manner, they would be in big trouble if they accidentally provoked him.
As a result, many people stood up and left, and in the blink of an eye, the originally noisy scene became deserted.
However, there were still a few aunties staying by the table, working tirelessly to pack the remaining food into bags to take home.
While they were busy, they kept muttering: "Oh my god, this village chief is really not easy to deal with..."
Zhao Guanghui's mother hurried back home with her son and daughter-in-law in a panic. She trotted to the old wooden box in the corner of the room, opened the lid with trembling hands, then bent down and began to search inside.
After some searching, she finally found a dusty, worn-out small cloth bag at the bottom of the box. Holding the bag tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline, she turned to Zhao Guanghui and said anxiously, "Guanghui, look, this is all our family savings now. You just got married, and we can't afford any more money. But it doesn't matter. I know you and Qinqin have always wanted to go out for some fun, so take this opportunity to go out and relax with the money."
"Also, I heard that Village Chief Zhao has a lot of connections in the county. We ordinary people can't afford to offend him! So I thought, you should go out and hide for a while. After a while, when everyone has forgotten about this matter, you can come back and live your lives peacefully. Remember, we have to leave early tomorrow morning!"
As night fell, the whole village was shrouded in darkness.
The yard of Zhao Guanghui's house, which should have been bustling with activity, now became deserted and so quiet that it was a little scary.
According to local customs, a grand and solemn wedding banquet is held during the day, and a warm thank-you banquet is held in the evening to thank the neighbors for their help and support during the wedding preparations.
However, due to the fierce conflict between Bai Tian Guang Hui's family and the village chief, the villagers kept their distance from them. No one dared to set foot in this troubled place lightly, for fear of getting into trouble.
At this time of year, the host family would usually reheat the leftover fish and meat from the wedding banquet during the day and serve them on the table, and also prepare some delicious side dishes to entertain the neighbors and friends who came to help.
Therefore, the thank-you banquet that should have been full of laughter and joy tonight was deserted and no one was interested in it.
Zhao Guanghui and his daughter-in-law Gao Qinqin are enjoying this rare leisure time.
Zhao Guanghui hummed a little tune happily, and went to the bathroom to take a thorough bath, making himself clean and tidy, and smelling fragrant.
He was looking forward to spending the next wonderful moments with his wife with great joy, ready to step into the "bridal chamber" that symbolized sweetness and warmth.
However, just as Zhao Guanghui stepped into the room, a sudden loud noise broke the silence. With a "bang", the door of the house was kicked open.
Then, village chief Zhao Qing led a group of ferocious lackeys into the yard. Each of them had a red face and smelled strongly of alcohol. They stumbled towards Zhao Guanghui and Gao Qinqin's bedroom.