She Lives without Regret in This Life

To call it terror was a kindness, some clearly had the look of having seen a ghost.

"Mom, shall we go home instead?"

"No need!" Zhao Lanzi was all fired up; her dislike for visiting neighbors over the years was actually tied to her previous sufferings because she was a landlord being struggled against. Many people in the village, during those struggles, used every means to torment her.

After so many years, although Xu Xianxiong stood behind her and no one dared to bully her anymore, she had also developed the habit of never visiting others. It wasn't fear, but disdain. She genuinely looked down on those rude, narrow-minded women, who couldn't recognize a single word and lacked proper values.

When they approached the next house, they could see a crowd of people chatting idly about Dashan at the entrance.

The villagers, seeing Zhao Lanzi from afar, immediately widened their eyes. A woman in her fifties, plump with a face full of horizontal fleshy folds. Upon seeing Zhao Lanzi, she said mockingly, "Well, if it isn't the Miss of the rich landlord's family. What brought you out of your door?"

Zhao Lanzi threw the last remaining dishes and bowls from her basket onto the ground, sneered, and said, "Taking my wife out for a visit, and incidentally letting some people feel inferior." She didn't even give the other a chance to look back.

This person was Li Erhua, one could say she had been Zhao Lanzi's lifelong enemy. When she was young, Li Erhua, coming from a poor family, herded cattle for Zhao Lanzi's family to earn money. Later, when the times changed, Zhao Lanzi's family was labeled as landlords, and they were ruined overnight. Zhao Lanzi lived in a cattle shed, subject to constant struggle, among which Li Erhua was the one who most frequently played dirty. Later, having no other choice, she married Xu Xianxiong, and her life finally improved a bit.

But Li Erhua didn't give up; whenever she found an opportunity, she would take a hit at her.

Li Erhua had three sons and one daughter, and she was extremely proud of them. She'd boast about them wherever she went, and when her sons couldn't compete with Little Yama, she started to show off her daughters-in-law and grandchildren instead.

Since Little Yama was almost thirty and still had not taken a wife, this made Li Erhua ecstatic. She would make a point to walk by the Xu family's door just to provoke Zhao Lanzi.

Today was good, Zhao Lanzi finally could get her revenge.

Li Erhua turned and glared at her own short and plump daughter-in-law, fuming with anger. "What are you standing there stupidly for? You're a disgrace."

Her daughter-in-law, scolded, didn't dare speak and meekly went inside the house.

Zhao Lanzi felt exceptionally thrilled, smugly holding Sheng Ning's arm and said, "Why abuse your wife if you can't accomplish anything yourself? Are you sick in the head?"

"I think you're the one sick in the head, Zhao Lanzi. Don't think marrying a pretty wife means anything; who knows how green Little Yama's head will be in the future!"

As her words fell, the whole scene went silent as a graveyard.

Some looked at Li Erhua with undisguised admiration. That took guts! To actually curse Little Yama to be cuckolded—if that got out, there wouldn't be any good days ahead.

"What did you say? Say it again?" Zhao Lanzi, hands on hips, pushed forward, "Have the guts to say it again."

"What can't I dare to say?" Li Erhua hated Zhao Lanzi the most. She thought Zhao Lanzi would be ruined for life after becoming a landlord, but unexpectedly, marrying a bastard, she still lived a blessed life, and even gave birth to a son who was achieving something. Every time she thought of these things, it made her teeth itch with hatred.

Why should this vampire leech, who had been squeezing people dry from a young age, enjoy the good life? While she herself was often half-maddened by her daughter-in-law?