The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

The moment her words ended, Zhuang Qingning, wielding a kitchen knife, lunged towards Mrs. Song.

Despite her usual clumsy and slow manner, Mrs. Song knew at this moment that if she didn’t run, her life would be in danger. With a cry, she rolled and crawled out the door.

Zhuang Qingning promptly set off in pursuit.

“Sister.” Zhuang Qingning’s younger sister, Zhuang Qingsui, followed.

“You stay home, don’t run around. I’ll be back soon.” Zhuang Qingning, fearing that Zhuang Qingsui might get hurt if things got too heated, issued instructions and then resumed chasing after Mrs. Song.

However, Mrs. Song was by nature fat and short, and even though she struggled to run, her pace felt much like a slow crawl.

Seeing the nimble and agile Zhuang Qingning getting closer, and the cold gleam from the kitchen knife in her hand, appeared soon to come down on her own head.

Mrs. Song’s face drained of blood, and her legs trembled like sifting chaff, almost unable to run.

“Murder, murder…”

“This devilish girl is going to kill…”

Mrs. Song wailed, her tears and snot mingled.

The hog-like screams echoed throughout the village, prompting those who were at home eating to come out and see what was happening.

Upon stepping out, they saw Zhuang Qingning, bearing a fierce countenance, wielding a kitchen knife and chasing Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song, upon seeing people come out, looked at them as if they were her saviors, crying and hiding behind them: “Quickly save me, that damn girl is crazy, she wants to hack me to death, quick, stop that damn girl!”

Onlookers, who were not fond of Mrs. Song’s usual behavior and knew that Zhuang Qingning had suffered a lot under her, initially didn’t want to stop this. Especially now when Zhuang Qingning was getting the upper hand.

However, seeing the fierce look in Zhuang Qingning’s eyes and the incredibly sharp knife in her hand, as if she was about to kill someone in the street, the onlookers were frightened, and they also started trying to stop her.

They were all from the same village after all, and it would be inappropriate for Mrs. Song to be killed, no matter how much they disliked her. Besides, if a murder happened in the village, it wouldn’t just be food for gossip, but it would also impact young men getting married and young women getting married off in the village.

“Ning, calm down…” An older person in the village, one of Zhuang Qingning’s uncles, tried to intervene: “What happened to make you so angry?”

“Yeah, Ning, everyone knows you were wronged by her in the past, but now you’ve set up your own household, she shouldn’t be able to bully you anymore, don’t bring up the past. If anything happens, you won’t get out of it…”

The crowd started whispering their advice to Zhuang Qingning.

Zhuang Qingning, however, remained silent. The ferocity on her face did not abate, and the fury in her eyes only intensified. She ground her teeth and said, “Whoever goddamn stops me today, if I don’t teach her a lesson, my surname is not Zhuang!”

Each word was squeezed out through her teeth, carrying a chilling determination that was like the cold wind in winter, causing everyone to shudder involuntarily.

Just how unhappy was Zhuang Qingning to be this angry?

Did she insist on cutting off Mrs. Song?

“What the hell happened? How did you provoke her so much that she became this angry?” Someone asked Mrs. Song when they found that Zhuang Qingning couldn’t be stopped.

At this point, Mrs. Song was trembling so much that she almost sunk to the ground and leaned against the wall, her pale face wordless.

On the one hand, there was a fierce determination to cut someone and on the other hand, someone who couldn’t get a single word out. The crowd was flabbergasted.

Furthermore, this was a quarrel between two families. Even with witnesses around, it could easily offend people. Given the magnitude of the situation, someone had already gone to find the village chief, Zhuang Jingye.

Zhuang Qingsui felt restless at home, she wanted to go out and help her sister, but she also remembered Zhuang Qingning’s warning. Finally, after some thought, she left the house to find Zhuang Yonghe and Mrs. He.

At least, with the presence of adults, Zhuang Qingning would be less likely to lose out.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Jingye was home slurping noodles.

Steamed noodle soup, made with pork belly and soybean sprouts, was so fragrant. He was thoroughly enjoying it with garlic cloves that his lips were covered in oil.

The person who came to give the news ran into the courtyard. He only stopped when he crashed into the table where Zhuang Jingye was eating.

Given the speed he had been running at, the table almost toppled over. Zhuang Jingye, with his quick reflexes, managed to pick up his bowl just in time, preventing his beloved steamed noodles from being spilled onto the ground.

“What’s the rush?” Zhuang Jingye shoved some garlic cloves into his mouth and slurped another mouthful of noodles.

“Uncle Ye, hurry and have a look.” Out of breath, the young man wiped the sweat off his forehead and anxiously said, “I don’t know what happened, but Ning has gone mad. She is threatening her aunt with a knife.

Zhuang Qingning was threatening Mrs. Song?

Zhuang Jingye froze for a moment, when he came back to his senses, he slammed the bowl in his hand onto the table.

These nuisances, didn’t I repeatedly tell them? I said Zhuang Qingning was a fierce one, and to not provoke her if it wasn’t necessary. Why didn’t Mrs. Song listen?

“Quickly lead the way and show me.”

Without even bothering to wipe his mouth, Zhuang Jingye rushed off with the man.

When they arrived, Mrs. Song was still hiding behind people, leaning against the wall and panting heavily, her eyes full of fear towards Zhuang Qingning.

At this time, Zhuang Qingning had been stopped, but her demeanor remained that of someone ready to attack and she glared at Mrs. Song.

Other onlookers were whispering soothing words to Zhuang Qingning in low voices.

“What happened?” Zhuang Jingye asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he observed the scene.

“Village Chief,” Zhuang Qingning said. “Just now when my sister and I were having lunch at home, my aunt suddenly barged in and tried to steal from us without any explanation.”

Stealing?

Zhuang Jingye shot Mrs. Song an unhappy glance: “Why were you stealing from them?”

Seeing that the village chief had arrived and the crowd securing Zhuang Qingning, Mrs. Song thought everyone was on her side, so she got up from the ground, her back straightened: “Uncle, don’t listen to this dead girl’s nonsense.”

“What do you mean ‘stealing’? When have I stolen from her? On the contrary, this wicked girl, with no hint of filial piety, secretly closed her doors to make dumplings for lunch, and didn’t think to share a bowl with her elders. I merely criticized her a bit, and she drew a kitchen knife on me.”

“I am her aunt, her elder. Is it wrong for me to have a meal with her, or even to criticize her? This wicked girl has such an explosive temper, won’t she rebel in the future?”

Upon hearing Mrs. Song’s words, the expressions on the faces of the onlookers varied greatly.

But most of them cast a disgusted look at Mrs. Song..