Chapter 33.1 - Provocation (1/2)

Translator: Superbulat

Hussy?

Tang Huan wondered if she had heard it wrong. Song Mo c-cursing someone?

Not to mention Uncle Song, who had always been obedient to Jinzhi, even the forest ranger only spanked her buttocks at most and never scolded her…

It appeared that the butcher’s dislike for Shui Xian was more than she had thought!

Putting down the fan in her hand, Tang Huan gazed sorrowfully at the man with contemptuous eyes. She approached him slowly and stopped in front of the chopping board. “Song Mo, you know that I like you,” she said in a sad tone. “It’s fine if you don’t like me, but why do you have to hurt me like this? My actions may be a little out of line sometimes, but I am a widow. If I don’t step out of my house and show my face, how can I support myself? I don’t think I have ever broken the law or done anything harmful, so why do you call me a hussy? Because of the men I brought home? Song Mo, I only used them to irritate you and see if you would be jealous. In fact, I had only drunk a few glasses of wine with them and hadn’t done anything else. Don’t take it seriously! Ah, I get it now. You got angry and scolded me because I got too close to other men, right? You should have told me earlier. I would have-”

“Leave! If you continue to talk nonsense here, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Song Mo bellowed and glared at her when he heard her chattering despite his cold face. He really didn’t expect this widow to be thick-skinned to such an extent.

“Why did you shout at me?”

Tang Huan took a step backward, pouted playfully at him, and then switched the fan to her left to cover herself before tugging at her collar with her right hand. “How rude are you going to be to me?” She gazed coquettishly at him. “Song Mo, you are such a manly man. You really make me like you more and more. It’s a pity that there are many eyes and ears on the street during the day that it’s inconvenient for us to do…things. Why don’t you climb over the wall at night to find me, or I go to your house and let you vent your anger on me? Don’t worry, I still have my innocence. After you examined the goods yourself, you will know that Shui Xian, I, have been saving my virginity for you!”

She pulled her collar, revealing a section of her snow-white skin. Due to the cover of the fan and her standing angle, no one could see the scenery around her neck except the man in front of her.

Song Mo had turned sideways the moment she pulled on her collar. His eyes were closed, and his voice became even colder, “Don’t you have any-”

Tang Huan smiled and took a step forward, tilting her head to look at him. “Shame? Of course I don’t. You are so cold. If I am not thick-skinned, how can I chase you? But don’t worry Song Mo. I only show my bad side to you alone. How about it? See you tonight?” As she was speaking, she reached out to touch his arm with her fan.

“Get lost!”

Song Mo snatched her fan and flung it outside. His gaze was like a knife, as if she dared to annoy him any longer, he would chop her with the knife.

When he shouted, the whole street seemed to fall silent.

Many people had been paying attention to them when Tang Huan came to look for Song Mo. Now that they saw Butcher Song arguing with the little widow with a cold expression, they were all thrilled. Passersby paused in their tracks, sellers forgot to weigh the goods, and buyers were not in a hurry to chase them. They stared at the two excitedly. One was the flirtiest pretty woman in town, and the other was a cold-faced butcher. They wondered why the two of them were quarreling.

If this had been any other woman, when her belongings were thrown away in public, she would have cried out in shame and anger, but Tang Huan’s face didn’t even flush. She walked to the street, picked up her fan, blew the dirt away, put one hand on her waist, and shook the fan with the other before scolding Song Mo, “Song Mo, you are too unreasonable! We are neighbors after all. When I was bullied that night, thanks to your shouting from across the wall, you managed to scare him away. Shui Xian is really grateful to you. It’s just that I’ve been in a coma for a few days, so I couldn’t come to see you to express my gratitude. Today, upon my return from the gates of hell, the first thing I do is come over here to thank you. Even my head is still wrapped in white gauze! Look at how sincere I am. You can’t treat me like this! Now, in front of everyone, I’ll tell you plainly. You want me to sleep with you for a night, but it’s impossible because I have to remain chaste for my husband’s sake. I don’t mind giving you a kiss, though. What do you think?”

As soon as her words fell, the crowd erupted, muttering and pointing at them.

Tang Huan shook her fan proudly and cast a provocative glance at Song Mo.

Song Mo frowned as he looked at the arrogant woman, doubts welling up at the bottom of his eyes. The widow used to strike up a conversation with him before, but she couldn’t stand it after he glared at her. Later, when she provoked him, she only threw stones through the wall to cause him trouble. He didn’t want to argue with a widow, so he didn’t teach her a lesson. But why was she suddenly so…shameless today?

“I don’t care whatever you say.”

In the face of everyone’s suspicion and contempt, Song Mo was unwilling to explain himself. He couldn’t be bothered to confront a shrew. He turned around and went about his business.

Tang Huan paused for a moment.

She wasn’t afraid of arguing with others on the street. When the other party scolded her, she would scold them back with a louder voice and completely defeat her opponent. But she was most afraid of encountering Song Mo’s type. If he was red-faced and stammered, it would mean that he was guilty. But, without a change in expression or a word of explanation, he completely dismissed her like she was a mad dog biting at others, leading others to suspect that she was talking nonsense.

“Fine, fine,” she grumbled as she walked back to the shop. “You’d act like this every time you lost an argument. Forget it. Let’s stop talking about that for now. Song Mo, give me one kilogram of spare ribs. I’m suffering from a headache. I need to make some soup to nourish my body.”

Song Mo set down the work in his hand, picked up a knife that was freshly sharpened in the morning, turned around, and walked slowly towards her.

“Hey, check out Butcher Song’s eyes. Does he want to kill the little widow?”

“No way. Even if the little widow said nonsense, it’s not to the point that he would chop her up. Should we step in to mediate? Wouldn’t it be bad if blood is shed?”

“Oh, shut up. What does a young couple flirting have anything to do with an old man like you? Go back inside and wipe the tables again if you have nothing better to do!” The enraged wife walked out of a neighboring store and dragged her husband back inside. Before getting inside, she glared at Tang Huan, wishing for the vixen to be chopped to death by the butcher, so that she would not come out and seduce other men.