The old village chief had Uncle Deng lead the able-bodied young men out with clubs to drive her away.
"Get lost! You're not welcome in Xiangyun Village."
"We believe in Ningning. We don't need you here gloating."
Seeing how aggressive they were, Wang Qiao'er planted her hands on her hips and grew belligerent.
"You bunch of fools! Still believing her? Sooner or later, she'll get you all killed."
Uncle Liu raised his club, ready to charge out and beat her.
Wang Qiao'er shrieked in terror, revealing her gapped teeth.
She scrambled onto her carriage in a panic and fled.
Uncle Liu roared at her retreating carriage, "Dare to come back, and I'll break your legs!"
Over the past few months, Shen Ningning had asked Uncle Liu and the others to help her expand her house in the village.
It had gone from a small, single-room courtyard to a large one with four rooms.
She had also incorporated the uninhabited ancestral house next door.
