Li Cuicui was full of confidence now. She had figured out how things worked and had nothing to fear.
As long as the Gu family relied on Seventh, their tolerance for her, his birth mother, would be practically limitless.
Looking down at Gu Dashishi, Li Cuicui suddenly smiled. "It's not like couples don't fight in this village. Blows are exchanged, and sometimes, people don't know their own strength. Accidental injuries are bound to happen."
"So tell me, with that broken-down body of yours, what's the most important part?"
Sensing the malice in her eyes, Gu Dashishi panicked. "What are you trying to do? Murder is a capital offense!"
"Murder? That's not a bad idea."
"It's just a shame that your life is still useful, you old bastard. I'll have to tolerate you for a few more years."
Jeopardizing Seventh's future for an old coot like him was not part of Li Cuicui's plan.
Before Gu Dashishi could figure out what Li Cuicui was planning, a thick wooden club appeared in her hand.
