Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character-Chapter 107: The Midwife has Passed Away

"The village no longer has a midwife. When someone in the village needs to give birth, they have to go to the neighboring village for one," the man quickly responded, avoiding eye contact with the woman in front of him. His dark complexion hid any blushing he might have been experiencing.

"If there’s no midwife in your village anymore, what about the one who used to be here?" Su Yijia inquired.

The man turned and pointed in the direction downhill from the crossroads toward the foothill, saying, "Follow this road down, and the third house with a fence is where the midwife used to live in. But she passed away three years ago. Earlier, her son and daughter-in-law went into the mountains to gather herbs and were attacked by wolves. Now, only her grandson is left."

"Thank you," Su Yijia said her thanks and turned to walk in the direction the man had indicated.

But before she could take her first step, the man quickly stopped her. "Don’t go! The midwife’s grandson isn’t a good person. He associates with some yobs from nearby villages and bullies the women in the village."

"Thank you, I’ll be careful," Su Yijia responded with a firm and grateful tone. She had already considered the possibility that the midwife’s family might not be good people. If they were responsible for her mother’s death, it was unlikely they raised the next generation well. Furthermore, considering the time, the midwife’s grandson was in his thirties and still single. In a village, that meant he had to be quite troublesome to be unable to find a wife.

Today, Su Yijia had taken precautions by placing a pair of tongs for picking up coal balls in her personal warehouse. If the man dared to do anything inappropriate, she would not hesitate to defend herself. However, what lay ahead on the mountain was something Su Yijia had not anticipated—wolves. And not just ordinary wolves, but ones that had been known to bite people. This was something neither Su Yijia nor the original host’s memories had accounted for.

Su Yijia was slightly disappointed because she had intended to venture into the mountains to catch a wild chicken and search for the white bugs in the heart of an old locust tree. Although she had a busy schedule every day, she needed to prepare the medicine for Qin Kaize’s treatment in advance.

Su Yijia approached the fence wall as mentioned by the man, and the door was bolted from the inside. People in rural villages usually didn’t lock their doors, unless they were trying to keep strangers out. Had she arrived at an inopportune time?

Su Yijia thought for a moment and decided to find some shade to wait. The person inside couldn’t possibly stay there all day.

Just as she was about to turn around, she heard footsteps coming from the courtyard. She hurriedly darted to the side of the fence wall. A woman in her thirties walked out, swinging her hips seductively, and then turned to embrace a half-naked man.

"Hey, you’d better remember what you said. If you don’t show up on time, don’t blame me for snapping you in half," the woman’s tone was playful, but her threats came across strongly.

Even as a woman herself, Su Yijia felt her bones turn to jelly. Women were indeed different from women. The other woman was a seductress, while she, at most, was just a female bandit.

"Don’t worry, I’m not about to let my son have someone else’s last name," the man confidently replied. Satisfied, the woman left.

After waiting for about ten minutes to ensure that she wouldn’t arouse suspicion, Su Yijia finally knocked on the half-closed fence door.

"Knock, knock, knock! Knock on wood!"

The man’s impatient voice carried a strong sense of fatigue.

"Hello, I have something to ask you," Su Yijia spoke softly.

The man hesitated, and inside the house, there was the shuffling sound of footsteps. The door was opened, and the man unabashedly looked her up and down.

With a greasy grin, he said, "So you’re the eldest granddaughter of the Su family. What can I do for you?"

"Twenty years ago, your grandmother went to the Su family to deliver a child. At that time, you were probably around ten years old. I wanted to ask if your grandmother said anything at the time, or if you remember anything?" Su Yijia was straightforward and to the point.

The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved aside, making way for her. "Come in and let’s take our time to talk. It’s been twenty years. I can’t remember that stuff off the top of my head."

Su Yijia didn’t say anything and she entered the yard. The man promptly closed the door and bolted it shut, adding a hint of excitement to his voice as he said, "If you want me to dig up events from twenty years ago, you’ll have to offer something in return."

Su Yijia turned around, her gaze steady, and asked, "How much are you looking for in return?"

"Discussing money hurts feelings; we should talk about our relationship," he said as he approached the now noticeably more attractive young woman. With marriage and a man’s affection, she had blossomed into a more beautiful version of her former self.

Thinking about it, he reached out for Su Yijia. However, just before he could touch the young woman within arm’s reach, a sudden, excruciating pain radiated from his abdomen.

"Ugh!" He clutched his stomach, bending over in pain. When he looked up, he saw Su Yijia clutching a long pair of coal tongs.

Su Yijia slightly bent down, locking her pained gaze with Peng Kun.

"What now? Feeling calmer now? Do you have the presence of mind to think about what really happened twenty years ago at the Su family?" she asked.

"I don’t remember! I don’t remember a thing!" Peng Kun gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and stood up. Then he exploded in anger.

But his words were cut short as Su Yijia forcefully hit his arm once again.

Peng Kun was furious to the core. "Damn it, I didn’t want to lay a hand on you, but you forced me," he cursed, attempting to grab the coal tongs Su Yijia held in her hand. However, she raised her wrist slightly, forcefully smashing it into his palm. Then, she kicked him in the stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground.

This bold version of Su Yijia made Peng Kun question the meaning of life as he lay on the ground. Could this really be the same Su Family’s eldest daughter who used to be meek and easily bullied every time she returned the village? He stared at Su Yijia’s face intently, which, despite being somewhat fairer, still held the same features. It was unmistakably the same girl he remembered.

Before he could fully grasp the situation, Su Yijia raised the coal tongs and struck at his head once again. Peng Kun wanted to flee, but the pain in his lower abdomen paralyzed him.

"Help! Help!" He screamed in terror. Fortunately, the iron tongs didn’t strike his head but repeatedly hammered against his shoulders, back, and arms.

He lived at the foot of the mountain, and there were no nearby residents. In this area, there were only three yards, and the one in the middle had been abandoned for many years. As a result, the commotion they caused didn’t draw any attention.

In the end, Peng Kun was in so much pain that he couldn’t even cry out anymore. Su Yijia stopped her assault and asked, "Are you ready to be honest now? Can you think clearly?"

Right after this beating, Su Yijia, with one hand gripping the iron tongs, exuded an entirely different aura. She was no longer the scholarly and demure girl but had the demeanor of a street-smart ruffian straight out of a movie.