Chapter 871: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (17)

Chapter 871: Chapter 871: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (17)

At this point Meng Wengan was truly so frightened that his legs went weak, his lips completely bloodless—Boss Huang’s men couldn’t even subdue her?

Qiann Yan had now made a name for herself in one stroke; even if Meng Chongxi was paralyzed, once some people with little schemes of their own knew she was this formidable, they wouldn’t dare provoke her.

In these times, people only bully the weak and fear the strong.

Even the mere mention of Boss Huang made people’s faces change, and yet he couldn’t do anything to her—who would still dare mess with her?

Qiann Yan noticed the villagers’ fear and was very satisfied; this was the result she wanted. When she learned Huang Xian would be coming, she had already made this plan.

Qiann Yan’s gaze fell on Meng Wengan. Seeing him trembling all over from just one look from her, she said, "Then Boss Huang should just handle it according to the rules."

"You can come up with two hundred taels?" For a moment Huang Xian hadn’t reacted to what Qiann Yan meant.

Qiann Yan: "I can’t."

"Since you can’t..." Huang Xian’s voice abruptly cut off. By "according to the rules," did she mean having him chop off Meng Wengan’s fingers?

He drew in a sharp breath, his head going a little dizzy; only now did he truly feel how terrifying this little girl was.

If she really went all out, he figured he wouldn’t get anything good out of today. He even started thinking: maybe he should just forget about the two hundred taels and treat it as making a friend.

Qiann Yan saw through Huang Xian’s thoughts and cut off what he was about to say: "Boss Huang, my eldest brother gambled Silver in your gambling house and lost—this is all his personal doing. A real man takes responsibility for the trouble he causes. Now that he can’t come up with the money, naturally you should follow the rules and chop off his fingers—one hundred taels a finger, right? Then chop off two of his fingers. Chop the left hand; the right hand gets more use."

Everyone hissed through their teeth, their scalps tingling.

Especially since Qiann Yan said all this so calmly, with no regard for familial affection at all; it made her seem utterly cold-blooded.

A man from the village couldn’t help speaking up, saying that she was going too far in disregarding sibling bonds, actually watching her elder brother have his fingers chopped off, ruining his entire future.

Qiann Yan looked over at the man; he even had the look of a scholar. Her tone was mocking: "Earlier, when he was going to sell me to pay his debt, why didn’t you speak up then?"

"Yesterday, when he wanted to sell me off, why didn’t you stand up and call him cold-blooded?"

"And you call yourself a scholar, yet you’re this unreasonable. Looks like you and Meng Wengan are the same type—useless cowards who make trouble and refuse to shoulder it yourselves, leaving the women at home to clean up your mess. Honestly, this kind of man still likes to brag all day about being a ’real man.’ I find it laughable."

"People like that are better described as cowards, useless trash—calling them worse than pigs and dogs would be more accurate."

"Are you the kind who doesn’t lift a finger at home, just stretches out your hands for clothes and opens your mouth for food? A man in his twenties who doesn’t share even a little of the family’s burdens—your limbs might as well not exist; you’d be better off just living as a human stick."

Everything Qiann Yan said was true. This man was one of Meng Wengan’s wastrel cronies; people often saw his mother, elder sister, and younger sisters toiling away at home while he took money out to squander.

A piece of trash with no use whatsoever!

Just being alive was a waste of air; even those garbage-collecting companies in the modern world wouldn’t want to recycle him.

"You... you..." Meng Hailin pointed at Qiann Yan, so furious he couldn’t get the words out. Every sentence she said hit home, making his face burn red, leaving him at a loss for how to refute her. In the end he only managed, "Indeed, petty men and women are hard to deal with."

Qiann Yan sneered coldly: "You don’t even understand what that phrase means, so don’t fling it around. The ancients would be so angry they’d lift their coffin lids to jump out and curse you."