Widow Tian had completely run aground this time.
Zhang Weimin had made a clean getaway, but she had nowhere to hide. Practically everyone in the village would spit as they passed her gate, and some even threw bricks into her yard.
Zhang Cuicui was especially relentless. Before and after work, she would stand at Widow Tian's gate and curse her out four times a day, her insults endlessly creative and rarely repeated.
With Widow Tian's usual temper, she would have come out long ago to trade curses. She'd either deny it to the death or turn the tables by slinging mud and shifting the blame.
These were all well-practiced tactics that had never failed her before.
But this time, they were useless.
Having been caught naked on the bed by so many people, her nerve was completely shattered, like the head of a drum that had been hammered through. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't hold her head up any longer.
