Chapter 8: Getting Back the Betrothal Money

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Hu Xiaofeng placed her hands on her hips and stood in front of Han Dazhu.

At the side, Li Guihua was also pointing at Qin Xi and scolding, “You little b*tch, you’re an ingrate. If I knew you’d cause us so much trouble today, I would have drowned you in the water when you were born. Why should we feed you and raise you up?”

As she spoke, she spat on the ground.

Qin Xi trembled and stammered, “Grandma…”

Li Guihua said fiercely, “Get lost. Don’t call me grandma. I’m not your grandma.”

Zhang Cuiyun also said sarcastically, “As the saying goes, a married daughter is like water that has been poured out. Uncle Han, since Qin Xi is married to your family, her life has nothing to do with us. Don’t pin the blame on us.”

Han Dazhu was a hunter who used to deal with beasts of the most ferocious kind. He exuded a terrifying murderous aura as he shouted at the three of them.

He said angrily, “Bullsh*t. I’ve already brought Qin Xi to the county city to do a checkup and confirmed that she was poisoned. Qin Feng also admitted it himself. We’re here to seek justice for Xi. If you talk nicely, I might let him off for Xi’s sake! If you keep making things hard for us, I’ll bring Xi to the police station and get them to arrest your son.”

This time, the Qin family panicked.

What? Qin Feng had already admitted it? Wouldn’t he end up being jailed then?

“What do you want?” At this moment, Qin Guobiao, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

“If you don’t want Qin Feng to go to jail, you must return the betrothal money to us at double the amount.”

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Before Han Dazhu could finish, Li Guihua exploded like a cat that had its tail stepped on. “Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

Money was her life. Giving the money back at double the amount was no less than gouging her heart.

“You old bastard, how dare you have designs on my money. Let me tell you, no way. I won’t give you a penny, not even over my dead body!”

Han Dazhu said, “It’s up to you whether you want to give me the money or not. In the past two days, we’ve spent a lot on treating Xi. In addition, Xi has suffered such a serious pain and has to be compensated. If you don’t want to compensate, I’ll send Qin Feng to the police station. I’m telling you, once he goes in, he won’t be able to come out again!”

Qin Feng, who was hiding in the house and trembling, couldn’t hold it anymore. He immediately dashed out and hugged Li Guihua’s arm, crying with snot and tears. “No, I’m not going to the police station. I’m not going to the police station. Grandma, I’m not going. Mom, you have to save me. I don’t want to go to jail!”

“Alright, alright, alright. I won’t let you go to jail!” Hu Xiaofeng immediately comforted Qin Feng in a gentle tone.

Seeing her grandson’s sad look, Li Guihua’s heart tightened. However, she was still unwilling to let go of the money. She gritted her teeth and looked at Han Dazhu. “200 yuan. I’ll only return the betrothal money. This is my bottom line. It’s up to you whether you take it or not!”

Han Dazhu refused to give in. “No, not a cent less! If you think it’s unfair, you can take the poison. If you do that, I guarantee that I won’t take a cent.”

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“You…” Li Guihua blushed.

Qin Feng was so frightened that his face turned pale. He shook Li Guihua and begged, “Grandma, give it to them. Grandma, the less trouble, the better. Give it to them, please!”

When Zhang Cuiyun saw that Li Guihua was about to compromise, she immediately shouted, “No way! My eldest branch has a share of the money too. Why should we give it to them? I don’t agree. If you want to give them the money, ask the second branch to fork out the money.”