There was no way Sun Dongqing would say something embarrassing like Ye Ying didnât manage to get admitted and was instead kicked out; she thought if she concealed the matter, the villagers who were a ways away from the Provincial city wouldnât know about it, and in the end, they burst her bubble today, with a terrifying expression after being put on the spot, she directly pointed at Ye Jian and started cursing, âI knew it, you are a troublemaker! You d*mned brat, why didnât you just die with that old b*stard! The moment you come backâ¦, Ahhh⦠ughâ¦ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ye Jian did not give her the chance to finish her insulting words, scolding her, she could take it, but if she dared to insult Grandpa Gen, who was respected by the entire army, that absolutely cannot be tolerated!
Nobody even managed to see how she attacked. She was still smiling a moment ago, but now she was choking Sun Dongqingâs neck with one hand; the chill emanating from her expression made even burly men like them to tremble uncontrollably.
The one who was frightened them most was Sun Dongqing; she didnât even know how her neck was being gripped by her, her eyes suddenly enlarged from the shock as her hands tried to dig at Ye Jianâs hand, âLet⦠let⦠go, ⦠ugh, let⦠let goâ¦â
Near the end of her sentence, her throat almost couldnât make any more sounds, as she was held against the wall, and her back was pressed against the hot wall from the sun, Sun Dongqing could see the killing intent in Ye Jianâs eyes, being scared and at her witâs end, she started to struggle even more wildly.
âThen what trash are you!â Ye Jian coldly stared at her; the words she spoke were stained with blood, the killing intent was as heavy as rusted iron, âIâm not going to argue with you because you arenât even trash in my eyes! Someone like you thatâs more useless than trash deserves to speak with me? Go to hell!â
Ye Jianâs killing intent was real, but at least she could still control herself. Otherwise, she wouldâve snapped her neck the moment she attacked.
âGo to hellâ was like a bomb that exploded on top of Sun Dongqingâs head; the shockwave made her legs start shivering uncontrollably, and her throat was making indiscernible gurgles. She was even so scared that her tears were flowing down her face.
The villagers were rooted in place because of Ye Jianâs chilly aura; none of them managed to react in time.
Principal Chen, on the other hand, didnât want to move, since she dared to disrespect the old uncle, then she deserved to be taught a lesson; little lass Ye knew her own bases and understood what she should be doing.
Her grip was getting tighter and tighter; Sun Dongqing started to feel that breathing was getting harder and harder. Without a source of oxygen, she even lost her strength to struggle, and both her hands pounded on Ye Jianâs right arm weakly in the end, both her eyes started to roll back, showing her whites.
Ye Jian wanted to kill her,⦠she was really going to kill her!
Having never been in such close proximity to death, neither have she tasted the feeling of dying from suffocation. Sun Dongqing was frightened, so scared that her face showed despair; she wanted to ask the villagers for help but realized none of them were looking at her. Instead, they were looking at Ye Jian.
Nobody was going to help her; nobody was going to stop thisâ¦, as if⦠as if they really wanted her to be strangled to death.
Overwhelming despair washed over her, and a steady stream of warm liquid started flowing down between her legs.
âLittle lass Ye, loosen your grip.â The expressionless Principal Chen said, âShe already knows fear.â
The shocked villagers only regained their senses then, all of them walked over to pull at Ye Jianâs hand, âLittle lass Ye, thatâs enough, thatâs enough, she only has that despicable mouth, itâs good enough to teach her a lesson.â
âSheâs so scared that her urine was flowing; she must know her lesson now.â
âAlright, alright, itâs good enough for you to calm your anger.â
Nobody went to help Sun Dongqing up; they were all burly men, so how would they be suitable to help her up. If they donât help her right, maybe that witch would say they were trying to âmolestâ her.
Deserving, really deserving!
The dead should be respected, and she still dared to disrespect them like this; she deserved to be taught a lesson!