Chapter Five: Lady Jia Zhang Initiates the Summoning of the Dead

“Wait a moment.”

Jia Dongxu paused in his task, shockingly reaching out to grab Qin Huairu’s hand.

Wang Lin would never allow anyone to take advantage of his woman. Without hesitation, he kicked Jia Dongxu squarely in the chest, sending him flying backward over ten meters.

“You’ve got some nerve, daring to molest a woman in broad daylight.”

“Cough, cough, cough… are you—are you Qin Huairu from Qin Family Village? Tell me, are you?”

Jia Dongxu ignored Wang Lin’s words, instead glaring with bloodshot eyes at Qin Huairu, as if she were his sworn enemy.

Qin Huairu had no idea why Jia Dongxu was so furious, but Wang Lin knew exactly why.

Without denying it, Wang Lin bluntly stated, “That’s right. He is Qin Huairu from Qin Family Village. So? Do you know my wife Huairu?”

Hearing Wang Lin’s words, Qin Huairu lost her composure and quickly tried to explain, “Brother Lin, you have to believe me, I’ve never even met him, really.”

Wang Lin gently stroked Qin Huairu’s head, signaling her not to worry.

“You— you shameless woman. You were supposed to be my arranged match, but now you’re married to this sickly Wang Lin. Cough, cough.”

At that moment, Mrs. Jia Zhang, hearing her son Jia Dongxu’s angry shouts, rushed out immediately.

Seeing her son clutching his chest and coughing violently, she burst into tears and shouted, “Help! Someone is attacking my son!”

After shouting, she turned toward Wang Lin and Qin Huairu and began performing a necromantic summoning ritual.

“Old Jia, please come back quickly! Someone is bullying your lonely widow here! Come back and take away these shameless scoundrels!”

Under Mrs. Jia Zhang’s necromantic summoning, those who had just left soon returned.

In today's society, entertainment was scarce, and watching a commotion was one of the few ways they could relieve stress.

“That Mrs. Jia Zhang is acting up again as soon as Director Wang and the police leave.”

“Ever since she came, this courtyard has never been peaceful.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

Everyone in the courtyard knew that if it weren’t for Yi Zhonghai, Mrs. Jia Zhang would have long been sent back to the countryside.

Now they dared to gossip only because Yi Zhonghai was no longer the big boss of the courtyard.

Just then, Second Uncle Liu Haizhong walked over.

Although Second Uncle wasn’t particularly capable, he knew which side to support.

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“Deputy Director Wang, what’s happened again?”

Seeing Second Uncle Liu Haizhong fawn over Wang Lin, everyone inwardly despised him, but more than anything, envied him.

Wang Lin was the Deputy Director of the Red Star Steel Mill; maintaining a good relationship with him meant that a promotion or raise could be easily secured with just a few words.

“This Jia Dongxu dared to harass my wife in broad daylight. I suggest we call the police and have him arrested.”

“Uh...”

Second Uncle Liu Haizhong hesitated. Like Yi Zhonghai, he believed that issues in the courtyard should be resolved within the courtyard itself.

At this moment, Mrs. Jia Zhang, hearing that Wang Lin wanted to report her son, stopped crying and fiercely stood in front of Jia Dongxu, glaring at Wang Lin like a protective hen defending her chicks.

“How dare you! If you call the police on my son, I’ll fight you to the death!”

Seeing Second Uncle Liu Haizhong still hesitating, Wang Lin glanced at Old Xue and said calmly, “Old Xue, call the police.”

Old Xue immediately turned to make the call.

Mrs. Jia Zhang panicked.

“Ahhh! I’ll fight you to the death!”

She lunged forward at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin didn’t hesitate and slapped Mrs. Jia Zhang away.

One must admit, Wang Lin controlled his strength perfectly—Mrs. Jia Zhang landed right atop Jia Dongxu.

It seemed like a coincidence, but at that moment, as Mrs. Jia Zhang pressed down on Jia Dongxu, the two ended up kissing.

Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang being struck, Yi Zhonghai, who had been hiding in the crowd, finally stopped watching passively.

“Wang Lin, how can you strike an elder?”

Wang Lin sneered disdainfully.

“Yi Zhonghai, don’t try to claim kinship with me. My surname is Lin—not Jia, nor Zhang.”

“Well, Mrs. Jia Zhang is an elder too. You hitting an elder is wrong.”

“Heh, Mrs. Jia Zhang an elder?”

Mrs. Jia Zhang, seeing Yi Zhonghai finally come to her defense, struggled to get up from Jia Dongxu, and even licked her lips, seeming to revel in it.

“Murder! That damned Wang Lin is a murderer—he hit an elder!”

Meanwhile, Jia Dongxu, trapped beneath Mrs. Jia Zhang, spat out a mouthful of old blood.

But he couldn’t care about his injuries. His stomach churned violently, and he began vomiting, bringing up last night’s meal.

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Mrs. Jia Zhang, seeing no one paying attention, resumed her necromantic summoning.

“Old Jia, please come back quickly! That damned Wang Lin is bullying this lonely widow! Come quickly and take that damned brat away!”

She cried and pounded her thigh, as if deeply wronged.

“Mrs. Jia Zhang, you’re spreading feudal superstitions. Looks like you want to get arrested too.”

Wang Lin’s words dripped with sarcasm as he warned her.

“You can keep going, the police will be here soon.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Jia Zhang fell silent.

Yi Zhonghai quickly tried to smooth things over.

“Wang Lin, don’t speak recklessly. Sister-in-law Jia isn’t spreading superstition. She’s just deeply mourning her deceased husband.”

One had to admit, Yi Zhonghai was always adept at skirting the real issues.

Wang Lin didn’t pursue the matter further because this time, his target was Jia Dongxu.

The police arrived once again—the same three officers as before.

“Deputy Director Wang, what’s happened this time?”

The senior officer handled things expertly, bypassing the two elders in the courtyard and going straight to Wang Lin for an explanation.

“This Jia Dongxu harassed my wife in broad daylight. If he dares do this during the day, who knows how many women he’s harmed at nightI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.