The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

"Yes." Shen Wanyin nodded this time without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Kun waved his hand irritably.

Shen Wanyin hurriedly withdrew and immediately ordered people to prepare generous gifts. At the break of dawn tomorrow, he would go and request an audience with Yang Ruxin.

Meanwhile, in a certain courtyard on the western edge of the county, a man knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Useless trash." Deng Da's face darkened as he directly hurled the teacup in his hand. It smashed against the kneeling man's head, instantly leaving a bloody crater with blood streaming down.

But the man dared not move. Having his skull smashed wouldn't kill him, but if he didn't let this master vent his anger, his life might truly end here.

"You can't even handle something this trivial. Keeping you is worse than raising a dog." Deng Da took a deep breath, his originally sharp features turning even more menacing.

The man dared not utter a word in defense. This master only cared about results, not the process.

Alian chuckled lightly. "My lord, there's no need to lose your temper like this." She glanced at the freshly painted red lacquer on her fingernails. "I've been digging into her background these days. That Yang Ruxin is no ordinary person. If you hope to crush her in one fell swoop, it'll be very difficult."

Deng Da neither approved nor disapproved. Of course, he knew that woman wasn't simple—why else would he come in person? But after so much effort to set the scene, only to have it unraveled by her, how could he not feel indignant?

The man kneeling on the ground subtly let out a breath of relief. Now that Lady Alian had spoken, his life seemed momentarily spared.

Alian, seeing Deng Da remain silent, stood up, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over. "My lord, if we can't bring her down at the shop, why not try other angles?" She let out a cold laugh. "No matter how capable she is, she's still just a country bumpkin."

"So what's your suggestion..." Deng Da raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze narrowing.

"She has a younger sister, a younger brother, and even a widowed mother," Alian said with a blooming smile. "As long as we capture one of them, she won't dare to resist."

A slow smile curved across Deng Da's lips as he glanced at the man kneeling on the ground. "Have those people taken care of. Make it clean."

"Yes." The kneeling man immediately answered and got up to leave, feeling he'd narrowly escaped this ordeal. As for the ones in jail, dealing with them would be much simpler.

"My lord, how do you feel about Alian's suggestion?" Once the man left, Alian rose and approached Deng Da, sitting herself on his lap.

"I'll give it proper consideration." Deng Da wrapped his arms around Alian's waist, burying his face against her chest.

Alian immediately let out a tinkling laugh, draping her arms around his neck as she arched her body back...

After leaving the hotpot restaurant, Yang Ruxin made a brief visit to the Fang Family to discuss some matters with her adoptive father before finally returning to the village.

Just then, news from Gu Yuan arrived. Based on the information provided by the two herbalists, they tracked down their family. Unfortunately, after the two brothers vanished suddenly, their household crumbled. Without its pillars of support, everything fell apart. The elderly in the family passed away one after another, and their wives, unable to bear the burden, eventually remarried. Fortunately, Boss's daughter Qiaoqiao stayed behind, taking care of the two younger brothers...