After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

Lin Yanyu held her breath and turned to glare at Li Yanqi, then reached out to push him.

"Let go! What's the point of pulling and tugging?"

"Tsk, you old-fashioned guy, if you don't tell me I won't let you go, I won't let you go!"

Lin Yanyu had never met such a scoundrel before. She was afraid of being seen by the neighbors, so she said helplessly: "You will be sued. You are still young. You can't go on like this, Li Yanqi."

"Are you worried about me?"

Li Yanqi's pair of dark eyes were like a wolf's, staring at her intently.

Lin Yanyu had never been looked at with such an oppressive gaze before, and her face turned red unconsciously.

He avoided the other person's eyes, tried hard to pull his hand free, and answered the question irrelevantly.

"Let me go, Li Yanqi. I really regret caring about you."

"It's too late for you to regret. Don't you scholars always say that you should save people to the end and send Buddha to the west? You should take care of them to the end. Only your father is a teacher."

Lin Yanyu was so angry at this idiot's nonsense that she almost fell backwards. She simply threw away her pride and used all her strength to dig into the other person's hand.

"Let go! You scoundrel!"

"You didn't eat? That's all you have? You were bullied, but you can't even curse. I don't know how your parents taught you."

Li Yanqi saw Lin Yanyu scratching him like a kitten and felt that she was pitiful and cute, but when he saw that her eyes were about to turn red, he knew that she was going too far.

He immediately let go and raised his hands in surrender.

"Let go, let go, ancestor, aunt, I'm letting you go, please don't cry."

Lin Yanyu was so embarrassed that she punched Li Yanqi hard on the chest. She no longer cared about her manners, picked up her skirt, turned around and ran home.

But Li Yanqi later said, "The beating is on my body, but it is sweet in my heart."

As he watched Lin Yanyu, who was covering her ears, disappear at the alley entrance, the smile on Li Yanqi's face not only did not disappear, but became even more charming.

He put his right hand on his face and said intoxicatedly, "It smells good."

"Brother, don't do this. It's creepy."

At some point two figures walked into the alley, one fat and one thin.

It was the fat one who spoke.

Li Yanqi immediately put down his hand and looked at the two of them.

The fat one had an ugly face, was nine feet tall, had dark skin, and looked like an iron tower.

The thin one had a long face and his facial features were barely regular, but his complexion was as pale as a ghost and his body was so thin that people worried that it would be blown away by the wind.

It was Li Yanqi's younger brothers Chen Ermu and Ma Xigui in Yunlong Town.

"Brother, why didn't you tell Miss Lin that it was Huang San that old man who did something dirty to her that you taught him a lesson."

"That's right, big brother, why?"

Li Yanqi didn't want to say more and walked out of the alley first.

"gone."

The pianmaxigui insisted on persuading him.

"Brother, you have been secretly watching Miss Lin so many times every day, but you dare not let anyone know. You also did not let anyone know that you were secretly standing up for the girl. Brother, don't say I didn't tell you. The He family will propose marriage in half a month."

"What good is there in Miss Lin? If you ask me, big brother should go directly to Mr. Lin's house, take her home, and sleep in the same bed with her tonight."

Li Yanqi turned around and raised his right fist to hit Chen Ermu, but then put it down and used his left hand to slap him on the head.

"If you keep saying this kind of nonsense, I'll beat you to death. Let's go to Yuhua County."

The Cold Clothes Festival was approaching, and Lin's mother was sitting under the persimmon tree in the yard making cotton-padded clothes for the change of seasons. She saw her eldest daughter, who was always calm, running back home as if she was being chased by a ghost.

"Zhizhi, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? You must be feeling unwell again. Mommy told you not to go out in the wind, but you didn't listen."

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm just tired from rushing home. I just need to rest for a while."

Lin Yanyu covered her cheeks guiltily and returned to her room under her mother's suspicious gaze.

The Lin family had a long-awaited sumptuous dinner. As the Cold Clothes Festival was approaching, Lin's mother cooked a bean soup with rice, red beans and glutinous rice. It was cooked until it was thick and filled with the refreshing rice aroma. Drinking a bowl of it could drive away the coldness and warm the body from the inside out.

The fried golden and fragrant dried fish is sprinkled with chopped green onions, which looks mouth-watering. There is also a refreshing cold spinach and peanut salad, and a dish of fried lotus root slices.

The family of four ate so much that they could not even raise their heads. Even Lin Yanxia, ​​who was usually the most noisy, did not cause trouble at the dinner table.

Mr. Lin praised the food highly. He nodded his head at the dishes and composed poems. His mother was so embarrassed that she scolded him for being shameless. The meal was surprisingly harmonious.

After dinner, Lin Yanyu and her mother cleaned up the table, and then her mother sent them back to their room to rest.

Holding her round belly, Lin Yanyu lay on the bed, unable to sleep, and suddenly thought of what happened with Li Yanqi during the day.

Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, she picked up the pillow and pulled it hard, "Li Yanqi, you bastard, if I pay any attention to you again, I'll be a dog!"

At this moment, the fart that Lin Yanyu was talking about suddenly sneezed: "A-choo! Which grandson scolded me?"

He turned his gaze to the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground and looked disheveled, and questioned him.

"Did you scold me?"

"I dare not! I dare not! Master Li, I really have no money, please let me go."

Li Yanqi pulled out a small dagger from his boot, which shone coldly in the candlelight.

"Killing someone means paying with your life, and debts mean paying back. It's only natural. Master Du, you're making it very difficult for me to handle this."

"No, no, no, Master Li, no, I have a daughter who is not bad looking. Master Li, if you don't mind, you can take her away! It's up to you whether to sell her or keep her."

Li Yanqi's eyes flashed with contempt, and he leaned down, slid the sharp dagger against Master Du's face, and said coldly: "Do you know that the people I despise the most are people like you."

"Brother, we found it. This old guy is really good at hiding. He hid a brothel for this kid."

Accompanied by the sound of a child crying, Ma Xigui walked into the room carrying a boy who was about four or five years old.

"Dad! Dad! Save me! Save me!"

The boy stretched out his hands to Mr. Du and cried incessantly.

"Didn't you just say that I can sell it or keep it, whatever I want? I think this kid is pretty good, with delicate skin and tender flesh. He can be worth some money if sold to Nanfeng Pavilion."

Mr. Du was so heartbroken that he collapsed to the ground with a pale face.

He never expected that Li Yanqi could even find out this. Even the tigress at home didn't know about this illegitimate son he had with Hua Niang.

Seeing his son in tears, Master Du was heartbroken. His family had been a single-line family for three generations. "Master Li, I will give you back. I will give you back."

Li Yanqi was holding a stack of banknotes and walked past a tearful girl without even looking at her. Next to him was the noisy voice of Chen Ermu.

"Brother, this old man, this old man owes Master Yin two thousand taels. How much taels can we get?"

Li Yanqi ignored him. His mind was now filled with Lin Yan's angry face. He just wanted to return to Yunlong County as soon as possible to settle the bill with the Yin family.

Then go find Lin Yanyu.

She had never taken the initiative to talk to him before, but today... as long as there was the slightest chance, he didn't want to give up.