Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 362 - 345 Riot ( - 1)

Chapter 362: 345 Riot (Chapter 1)

He Yong certainly didn’t want Zhang Dacai to appear here. Life at her sister’s house had finally become a bit easier; Pengzi’s illness had healed, and now he was considered a promising young man in the village.

Zhang Dacai couldn’t have chosen a better time to turn up if he had good intentions.

"Yongzi, don’t be like this. I really didn’t come to cause trouble. I just heard my son’s mind is clear now, and I came specially to see him. I’m Pengzi’s real dad; I can’t possibly harm him. Rest assured, I’ll absolutely not harm him. I’ve even brought a wedding gift, truly with sincerity."

If he really intended to cause trouble, why would he bother with a wedding gift? He could’ve just come over, gorged himself, and made a scene.

"Zhang Dacai, I’m warning you, you’d best not make any trouble, or I’ll throw you out immediately." Just like He Ximei, He Yong was tall and had a pair of big eyes glaring at Zhang Dacai, somewhat intimidating.

Zhang Dacai was actually quite compliant, choosing the most remote table to sit down at, quietly drinking tea, munching on peanuts and melon seeds, waiting for the host to serve dishes when the time came.

He looked left and right but did not see Su Peng, and his brow furrowed: "Where has Pengzi gone? I haven’t seen a trace of him for quite some time now."

He saw a pair of siblings not far away, laughing and having a grand time; the little girl was pretty and adorable, the little boy was dressed neatly and looked the part of a rich family’s child.

Since when did He Ximei’s family have relatives like this?

Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Pengzi walking toward this side.

A look of joy crossed his face, and he ingratiatingly made his way to Su Peng.

Su Peng was going to his great uncle’s house to fetch something and suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, smiling at him: "Pengzi, you busy?"

Su Peng looked at the man before him, his brows slightly furrowed.

Of course, he knew who this man was and remembered clearly what he had done to himself and his mother. But the man before him was unworthy of being called a father.

"Who are you?" Pengzi wore a baffled expression, as if he didn’t recognize the man.

"Pengzi, I’m your dad, your real dad." As soon as Zhang Dacai heard Su Peng’s response, he thought it was over; Pengzi didn’t recognize him anymore.

"I only have one dad, and that’s Su Guihe. As for my real dad, I’ve regarded him as already dead a long time ago." Back then, when he had a high fever, not only did Zhang Dacai refuse to provide money, but he also didn’t allow his mom to take him to see a doctor.

If it hadn’t been for that, his mind wouldn’t have been damaged.

After his mind was damaged, he shifted all responsibility onto his mother, intending to kick her and him out.

There were memories that stayed lucid in his mind, and ever since he regained consciousness, he had told himself his real dad was already dead; from now on, he only had one dad, Guaizi.

Upon hearing Pengzi’s words, Zhang Dacai could hardly bear it. Pengzi was his son, his own flesh and blood, but now his son was willing to recognize someone else as his father; naturally, he couldn’t stand it.

"Pengzi, your dad didn’t raise you from a young age, even kicked you and your mom out. It’s truly my fault. I’ve realized my mistakes now. I came over specially with a wedding gift today because I heard about the happy event at your place. Pengzi, your dad made a lot of mistakes when he was younger, but now he’s old and has recognized his wrongs. Give me a chance to make it up to you, will you?" Indeed, Pengzi’s mind had healed.

Whether Pengzi was willing to acknowledge him or not, he was determined to cling to him. No matter where he went, he could confidently say he was Pengzi’s real dad, and Pengzi had the duty to support him.

"I’m sorry, I don’t remember my real dad being alive." Su Peng stepped to leave; he still needed to fetch something from his great uncle’s house – the kitchen was waiting for it.

"You ungrateful son, I’m standing alive right before you, and yet you curse me to death." Seeing soft words were not working, Zhang Dacai started making a scene: "Is it your mom telling you not to acknowledge me?"

"If my real dad were alive, he wouldn’t neglect me when I was sick, he wouldn’t just watch as my mom took me to remarry." Apeng’s voice was cold: "Now you remember you’re my real dad? Where were you earlier?"

"Pengzi, I... "

"Don’t get in the way of my work." Su Peng ignored him and went into his great uncle’s house.

Zhang Dacai saw that Pengzi simply didn’t care about him or wish to recognize him, which fueled a fire of rage in his belly. It must be He Ximei’s doing; if not for her, how could Pengzi possibly not acknowledge him?

This He Ximei, truly vicious-hearted. You won’t let me have good days in my old age, and I won’t let you have peace either.

He sat back down, pondering how to create a scene later.

The villagers who had come to help started to hand out jugs of wine.

This was how things were done in the village; the wine was homemade, and chicken, duck, fish and such were generally bought from fellow villagers or those in nearby villages.

Zhang Dacai didn’t care whether the dishes had started being served or not. He took a wine kettle and filled it to the brim from a nearby wine barrel, then filled his cup to the top and began drinking.

After downing the entire pot in one go, everyone at his table was stunned. What’s wrong with this guy, drinking a whole pot without a word, he can really hold his liquor.

Speaking of drinking, Zhang Dacai could indeed drink a lot.

People from the same village as him would say about him: he could do without a son, but not without liquor.

"Big brother, which village are you from? You..." A woman wanted to kindly remind Zhang Dacai after seeing him drink so much.

But Zhang Dacai, who had drunk too much, didn’t care about anything, stood up, flipped the table over, and bellowed with a coarse voice, "Fatso, come out here. I’ve got to have a good talk with you."

The sudden action from Zhang Dacai terrified everyone at his table.

They all stepped back, looking at Zhang Dacai as if he were a monster, thinking to themselves that this man must be going through some liquor-induced madness.

"Fatso, fatso." Ma Donghua was at the door distributing eggs to everyone.

It was a rule in Lihua Village that everyone who came to a full moon feast would get two eggs. Hearing the commotion not far away, she handed the ladle to another person and headed inside.

"Big sister, go have a look outside. Your ex-husband is causing trouble," said Ma Donghua, who recognized Zhang Dacai at a glance as the man making the scene.

Then she added, "Big sister, today is a joyous day for your family. Why did you invite him? Haven’t you two been out of touch for a while?"

He Ximei was preparing red envelopes.

Upon hearing Ma Donghua’s words, she looked up, "Who did you say?"

"Pengzi’s biological dad, who else? Big sister, why on earth did you invite him? Isn’t this just asking for trouble?" Ma Donghua repeated.

He Ximei put away the red envelopes and, leaving Xiaofeng to watch over them, walked out.

Zhang Dacai was in full swing by now, his face red and neck swollen, clearly reeking of alcohol after having more than a few drinks.

Su Peng and Guaizi heard the commotion and also came over.

Seeing them coming, Zhang Dacai shouted, "Everyone’s here, perfect, there’s something I want everybody to judge."

"Zhang Dacai, what liquor-madness are you spouting here? Did I invite you? You just show up uninvited?" He Ximei, with an apron tied around her waist, looked at Zhang Dacai with a calm expression.

"This is my son’s home; do I need your invitation? I don’t need anyone’s invitation to come here. Fatso, you’ve been married into Lihua Village for over a decade. Have you nearly forgotten? Pengzi is my son, my own flesh and blood." Alcohol courage in full effect, a drunken Zhang Dacai was saying whatever came to mind.

"Pah!" He Ximei couldn’t help but laugh at his words, "Only now you remember Pengzi is your son? Where were you earlier? When Pengzi was sick, you kicked us out, and now that he’s well, you suddenly remember you have a son. I’m telling you, the son is mine, has nothing to do with you, and you’re not taking Pengzi back."

"That’s not for you to say," Zhang Dacai swayed slightly, the smell of alcohol overwhelming, "I have to ask my son. Son, tell me, am I not your biological father? Now that I am old, shouldn’t you be the one to look after me?"

Everyone else listened to Zhang Dacai’s words and instinctively looked at Su Peng, torn between his biological mother and father, curious as to which he would choose.

"I don’t have a biological father, my real father died the year my brain got damaged," Su Peng said indifferently, his lips tightly pursed.

"You’re talking nonsense." Zhang Dacai jumped up, "I don’t care, you are my son, wherever you are, I am there. From now on, this is my home as well. You live in my son’s house, and none of you can drive me away." Zhang Dacai was determined to stay put, no matter who tried to get rid of him.

...

Chu Qing, who had put two children to sleep, stood up and glanced outside. It was supposed to be time for the feast, but everyone was gathered around, watching something.

"What’s going on outside?" asked Chu Qing.

Xiaofeng had been sitting by the stove, saying she wanted to warm up more to avoid headaches and backaches later.

Just as she was about to enjoy the spectacle, Ma Donghua came through the door, exclaiming, "Xiaofeng, this is terrible. Big sister’s ex-husband has come to cause trouble, and it looks like he wants to ruin our banquet today. With so many guests here, isn’t this just a public embarrassment for our family?"

The big sister should know better, who should be invited and who shouldn’t. She even dared to invite her ex-husband; I really don’t know what she was thinking.

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