The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man-Chapter 63: Leng Yuan’s Prowess

Wu Cuizhi and a few other village women watched Leng Yuan haul the corn stalks to his house, then went together to find the team leader.

Why didn’t they stop Leng Yuan and go to the team leader instead?

It was because Leng Yuan only seemed quiet and reserved; he was no pushover.

He might have seemed polite to everyone, but when he lost his temper, it was terrifying.

Take what happened right after the Leng Family split up, for example.

Grandma Leng, banking on her seniority, decided to take advantage of the situation. She and others from her side of the family went to Leng Yuan’s private plot every day to steal his vegetables.

Leng Yuan was away teaching during the day. When he came home at night and noticed some vegetables were missing, he didn’t think much of it at first. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But then, his relatives from the Leng Family became more and more shameless, picking so many vegetables that Leng Yuan was left with nothing to eat himself.

So.

Leng Yuan paid them a visit.

Relying on her seniority, Grandma Leng plopped down on the ground and started wailing.

Leng Yuan wouldn’t lay a hand on an elder.

However, the Leng Family had plenty of members of the younger generation, and Grandma Leng doted on her eldest grandson more than anyone.

So Leng Yuan grabbed Grandma Leng’s most cherished grandson and began to beat him.

He beat the boy so badly he was bawling his eyes out, his behind nearly beaten to a pulp.

Second Uncle Leng and Third Uncle Leng wouldn’t stand for it, but they were no match for Leng Yuan at all.

For every blow he took, their sons received ten.

In the end, the boys Leng Yuan had beaten were bedridden for half a month.

And that wasn’t even the end of it. Leng Yuan came back every single day.

He scared the sons of Second Uncle Leng and Third Uncle Leng so much that they stayed home crying for their parents, as terrified of Leng Yuan as they would be of King Yama himself.

Finally, the matter was only considered settled after Second Uncle Leng and Third Uncle Leng replaced the vegetables and paid compensation money.

But from that day forward, no one dared to take advantage of Leng Yuan again.

After all, he was ruthless even with his own family, let alone outsiders like them.

Wu Cuixia had witnessed that "battle," and she had no desire to see her own precious son beaten into such a state.

Compared to Leng Yuan, the team leader was a much safer person to confront.

The group of women arrived and began clamoring at the team leader, whose face immediately darkened.

’He knew this couldn’t be kept under wraps.’

Luckily, he had come prepared.

He first berated the clamoring women, then finally spoke. "Leng Yuan bought those corn stalks with his own money. If you have a problem with that, you can pay too. I’ll sell them to you."

The team leader’s words shut them all up.

’Buy corn stalks?’

’You’d have to have been kicked in the head by a donkey to do something like that!’

’Does that Leng Yuan have so much money he doesn’t know what to do with it?’

Wu Cuixia, who had been swindled out of a yuan by Gu Jiaojiao, was utterly heartbroken. "That damn bastard! He must have used my money to buy them."

"I work my fingers to the bone, and they get to live it up."

It just goes to show how strange people can be.

If he had just taken the stalks home without paying, it would have been an appropriation of collective property, and they couldn’t have let that slide.

But now that he had bought them himself, they thought he had a screw loose for spending money on such junk.

It’s easy to run your mouth when it’s someone else’s business.

And sure enough, within half a day, everyone in the Qingshan Team knew that Leng Yuan had spent his own money to buy corn stalks.

Some people even started teasing the Leng Family about it.

"Hey, Zhigang, you’re his uncle, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you step in? You’re just going to watch him squander his entire salary like that?"

One of the "righteous" villagers, unable to stand by and watch, went to pester Leng Zhigang about it.

Leng Zhigang’s expression darkened in an instant.

He shot the villager a disgusted look.

"I’m not his uncle. I don’t have such a formidable nephew."

"He can spend his money however he likes."

As he said this, Leng Zhigang’s heart ached so much he could barely breathe.

After the family split, their two households were supposed to be separate, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying to pull rank in front of Leng Yuan.

But Leng Yuan wouldn’t even spare him a glance. If he pushed things too far, his own son would get a beating.

After that happened several times, how could he possibly dare to call himself ’Second Uncle’ in front of Leng Yuan again?

Not unless he wanted to be left without an heir.