She yanked Widow Wang straight into the room, slammed the door, forced her down to the floor and ground her under her foot, cursing, "You fucking old hag, you've lazed around for decades and you still want me to wait on you? Tch… too bad laziness doesn't kill you."
Yuan Chun pressed down harder with her foot, and Widow Wang felt like all her internal organs were about to be crushed flat.
She stared at Yuan Chun in terror. "You… you actually dare to hit me? You little bitch, you dare to hit me—just wait till Fugui comes back, I'll have him beat you to death."
Yuan Chun spat in her direction. "I'm already half dead, you think I'm still scared of him?"
Yuan Chun took out a big handful of the pills the original body had to swallow, grabbed Widow Wang's mouth and shoved them in.
"I… I don't… don't want… to take them…" Widow Wang struggled desperately in terror, but she wasn't as strong as Yuan Chun. No matter how hard she thrashed, she couldn't break free from Yuan Chun's claws.
