"Oh my god, our brigade's reputation is completely ruined by you two!"
"Hurry and go find the Women's Director, and get someone from the Revolutionary Committee!
This Daxing hasn't even divorced yet, and he's already bringing a woman home to mess around!"
The women standing in the front slapped their thighs. Some covered their eyes, others watched the scene with great interest.
"But speaking of that, Widow Zhaya's chest is really big, and her legs are really white!"
Another man squeezed to the front, staring lustfully at Widow Zhaya's chest and legs, practically drooling from his eyes.
"They are pretty white. She does nothing at home all day but seduce people. Of course she's pale!"
A woman curled her lips and tugged the man's ear to make him back off.
She was Widow Zhaya's neighbor. That woman dressed up gaudily every day, swaying her hips around. One look and you could tell she wasn't decent.
"Didn't Brian's in-laws just say she was pregnant with Daxing's child?
Looks like it's true. She's already moved in!"
"Well, we can't be sure it's his. With Widow Zhaya's flirty personality, who knows whose child that is!"
Turns out Freya had kicked the door open and pulled Brian and the others aside to clear the way, letting Daxing's neighbors get a full view of their disgrace.
Now everyone could see it clearly, plain as day. Cheating during marriage, behaving like a hooligan, there's no way to deny it.
"Ah! All of you get out! Get out of here!"
Now Widow Zhaya was truly sober. She saw the group of people crowding the doorway, crying as she frantically searched for clothes. But apart from her big underwear and bellyband, there was nothing at all.
She was so anxious she cried, but no one sympathized. No one moved aside, instead, they all watched openly, claiming they couldn't let the scoundrels escape.
"You bastards! Get out! If you don't get out, I'll kill you!"
Daxing tried to stand up and drive the crowd out, forgetting he was only wearing big underpants. Widow Zhaya, hiding behind him, was clinging to the hem of his shorts.
He suddenly stood up, and with a tearing sound, the underpants were ripped.
Daxing: "…"
Crowd: "…"
Widow Zhaya stared blankly at the suddenly bare butt in front of her.
What the hell. He quickly covered his private part with both hands.
But it was too late. Everyone had already seen it.
"Wow, Daxing, you've got good assets. No wonder someone like Widow Zhaya would fall for you!"
"Doesn't matter how good, still a scumbag!"
"Has a wife at home but still fools around. Shameless piece of trash!"
The crowd whispered again, but loud enough for Daxing to hear clearly.
Widow Zhaya stared dumbly at the exposed buttocks in front of her again.
"Shut up! Get out of my house! I'll report you for trespassing!"
Daxing shouted in anger, still holding his crotch with both hands, eyes darting around looking for something to cover himself. But the room was completely bare.
His shame turned into rage. Emotion overwhelmed him. Suddenly, a loud fart burst from him, right in Widow Zhaya's face.
"Ugh!" The stench hit her nose directly. Widow Zhaya dry-heaved, retching on the floor.
Daxing's face turned red, then blue, then black. He squatted down and grabbed the torn underpants to cover his front, but his backside was still exposed.
Crowd: "…"
"Pfft, hahaha!"
"Ah, this is just… hahaha!"
"Hehehe…"
"Gagaga…"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into explosive laughter.
Freya saw that they had been embarrassed enough and waved at Brother Sheng and Bigui, signaling them to go ahead.
"Daxing, how could you do this to my sister? I'm going to beat you to death!" Brother Sheng pushed through the crowd, charged in, and began punching and kicking Daxing, who was crouched on the ground, face full of shame.
"Daxing, you bastard! How dare you treat my sister like this? I'll beat you up." Bigui followed right behind and joined in the beating.
Daxing had already lost the upper hand and couldn't fight back at all. Before long, he was left with a bruised and swollen face, lying naked on the ground.
As for Widow Zhaya, she was being slapped repeatedly by Fang and Sister Lan. Since she was pregnant, they didn't dare risk her life, so they only slapped her face.
Normally like fire and water, the two worked surprisingly well together. One held Widow Zhaya down, the other focused on slapping.
Freya and Brian exchanged a glance, both eyes full of approval. Not bad, they weren't that useless after all. So they kindly continued watching the drama.
The second couple of the Xiao family didn't need to be mentioned. They were always bold.
But Doctor Zhou and his wife were normally quite proper, yet even they joined in. That was quite the progress.
"Alright, stop. Don't kill anyone. We're here for justice. We need to talk to their elders. With all this noise, Madam Zhou still won't open the door? Bigui, go knock."
Freya found it funny seeing how fired up the four of them were.
She pointed to Madam Zhou's room and gestured to Bigui to kick the door.
Bigui's eyes lit up instantly. Another good show.
He quickly went to knock on Madam Zhou's door. No one answered. So he copied Freya's earlier move and kicked the door, but the old door stood firm.
He looked at Freya feeling discouraged. Freya stepped forward and gave it a solid kick. With a bang, the door finally fell.
Doctor Zhou and his wife went to get the women's committee and the revolutionary committee.
Everyone rushed over to Madam Zhou's place to watch the drama, afraid they'd miss the first-hand news.
"Heavens, this really is a case of bad influence from top to bottom. The young one fools around, and the old one too.
Like a toad sleeping with a frog, they may be ugly, but they sure know how to play."
The woman who had rushed in earlier to watch was once again at the front, now giving a live commentary.
"Tsk tsk… look at how tightly they're holding each other. No doubt they're mother and son. Son with a widow, mother with a widower."
"Ain't that right. Bad roots, bad sprouts. Better stay away from that mother and son.
Both old and young are trouble."
"Oh no, poor Old Huang must be turning in his grave. A martyr, and his wife's cheating on him."
"And Biyun. Such a gentle, hardworking girl, ruined by this family."
"Exactly. Two old creeps. Look at those marks. Playing rough even at their age."
The crowd was furious, their voices growing louder and more agitated.
At that moment, Madam Zhou and the man beside her slowly woke up. The aphrodisiac had been too strong, and after a wild night, they'd been in a deep sleep, barely reacting to all the commotion.