As soon as Rong Yan heard her mother fighting with someone else, she understood everything... It must have been because of those rumors.
What’s the easiest and most intimidating way for a little fairy to fight?
It must be by grabbing a weapon.
Simple, efficient, and effortless.
"Stay at home."
As she left the house, she casually grabbed a broom.
Her pretty face darkened, more terrifying than the fierce momentum.
This time, Qin Mei didn’t listen to her sister-in-law’s words and followed her directly.
Because she also guessed the reason why her aunt was fighting... If it was really because of her, how could she still shrink inside this house?
She and her sister-in-law were family; she absolutely couldn’t let these people slander her sister-in-law.
Sun Xiaoyu, who had come to report the news, saw that they had all left, realized what was happening, and quickly followed them, jogging.
She thought the way Sister Rong carried the broom looked... particularly domineering.
Such a spectacle.
Maybe it was because Rong Yan’s expression was so cold while she carried the broom, which made her aura too powerful.
She didn’t know who first caught a glimpse and then uncontrollably shouted, "...Oh no, the Rong Family girl is coming to kill us..."
Upon hearing that, everyone turned back, only to see Rong Yan... and her broom that had shifted from her shoulder to being dragged on the ground.
The scene was too murderous, and on top of that, her somewhat notorious reputation.
People didn’t want to mess with her.
In just that instant, Rong Yan had already arrived.
The neighbors immediately stepped back, not wanting to get involved.
Generally, it was believed... she was the new tyrant of their area.
"Mom, step aside, I’ll handle this..."
It was Ms. Li who stopped first; seeing Rong Yan’s approach, she immediately turned cowardly.
She tried to run.
Rong Yan placed the broom right in front of her, immediately blocking her way.
Mother Li looked at the broom in front of her, her heart trembling with fear.
More than Madam Rong, she was frightened of this beautiful girl, a venomous-hearted beauty.
With a fierce expression, she glared at Rong Yan, "...You, what do you want to do?" Of course, if her voice hadn’t shaken so much, she might have been more persuasive.
Rong Yan gazed at her with slightly narrowed eyes, her expression devoid of emotion, yet looking particularly dangerous, "Running? Why not clear the air first before running?"
"...What, what should I say?"
Rong Yan coolly looked at her, "Have you forgotten how you slandered me? Or do you want me to remind you?"
Just meeting her gaze made Mother Li’s scalp tingle.
She didn’t understand how she could be intimidated by a girl who was around her daughter’s age.
Stiffening her neck, she responded, "...It wasn’t me who said it; it was Old Lady Zhao from the Zhao Family who said it. She claimed to have seen with her own eyes... you abusing your sister-in-law..."


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