The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly
Chapter 257 - 131: This Time It’s a Swindler (Part 4)

Chapter 257: Chapter 131: This Time It’s a Swindler (Part 4)

"It’s Su Min! Definitely that Little Fox Spirit!"

Early in the morning, the Aunt wailed bitterly as if she were a hen being slaughtered, "It’s her causing the mischief! It must be her!"

The neighbors hurried over when they heard the commotion but were speechless about the Aunt’s "accusation."

After a moment of silence, someone pointed at the door of a small, low room and said, "The door is still locked. How could Su Min come out to hit someone?"

"Exactly, setting fires and hitting people, even if it was Su Min’s doing, could a girl her age really accomplish that?"

Su Min was just a thirteen-year-old girl, whereas the Aunt’s family consisted of two adults and two strong, young sons.

Unless Su Min possessed supernatural powers or had several accomplices, it really would be difficult for her to manage.

"It must have been her! We have no grievances with anyone else, just that Little Fox Spirit—"

With a face bruised and contorted, the Aunt yelled, "The wretched little slut! We kindly took her in, and yet at such a young age, she did not learn anything good, first seducing my man, and then—"

The neighbors were at a loss for words hearing this.

Didn’t the immediate neighbors know the true situation of this family?

And this nonsense about "kindly taking her in"? Who was it that bragged to everyone, "... Su Kui gives us 200 yuan each month!"

Yes, Su Min’s biological father had "adopted" Su Min to the Aunt, not just paying a fee to change her household registration and then forgetting about her.

From then on, her biological father would regularly and punctually send "child support" each month.

In the year 2000 or so, 200 yuan a month in their rural area would unquestionably be enough to support two or three children.

Not to mention that Su Min was a diligent, sensible child; after school, she did chores at the Aunt’s house, cooking meals, washing clothes, and collecting firewood.

She was like a little nanny with a built-in salary, obediently serving the family of four.

And what could the Aunt provide? Only three meals a day and a place to sleep.

But, there were people from their village who went to the city to work as nannies, and a little nanny like Su Min would earn at least 300 to 400 yuan a month.

Not only did the Aunt’s family not have to pay wages, but they also received money from Su Min’s father.

...So, the Aunt’s claims of "kindly taking her in" were purely lies.

And what about "seducing a man"?

The neighbors found it even more absurd.

Su Min was only thirteen; even if she were in puberty, her interests would likely be young, naive boys or maybe a genteel teacher at school.

The Aunt?

Pshaw, a sloppy old man over fifty, only slightly taller than Dalang but weighing 200 pounds.

A mass of fat, with yellow teeth, and his oily, filthy appearance probably even disgusted his own wife.

Would Su Min, who was neither blind nor stupid, seduce such a distasteful man?

As for last night, when the Aunt was kicked in his privates, it was probably because he was shamefully lascivious, and the young girl—

Oh, what a sin!

Even though they were separated by five tribes, with very distant kin relations, they were still descendants of the same Ancestor.

Not two people with the surname "Su" should act so disgracefully; the Aunt was also atrociously indecent.

Some neighbors and onlookers who came to join the commotion guessed the "truth," and their looks toward the Aunt’s family were disdainful.

But the Aunt didn’t care about that; she was convinced that Su Min was causing trouble, cussed out loud, and was about to unlock the door with her key.

She wanted to drag out that little bitch and severely teach her a lesson.

Bang!

Just then, the old door suddenly exploded with a loud noise.

Both wooden doors were blown off, scattering debris everywhere.

"My God, what happened?"

Everyone was startled, and the Aunt’s family, guilt-ridden and frightened, nearly wet themselves.

The door was blown open, and a cloud of white smoke rose.

As the smoke slowly cleared, a slender figure leaped out.

"Su Gouwang, you unfilial and deceitful scoundrel!"

Su Min’s eyes were staring straight ahead, her face expressionless, but the voice that came out was old and menacing.

She looked as though she were possessed by a ghost.

The neighbors cared even more about her voice; some of the older ones uttered "Oh!" and nearly fell over, "Isn’t that the voice of Su Yong’s old mother?!"

Su Yong, also called Uncle Dog lucky, his mother had died three or four years ago, and if she hadn’t reincarnated, she’d probably be an old ghost by now.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.