They looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Madam Zhou looked around at the people standing in the room watching the scene. Then she looked down at her own naked body, covered with passionate marks, and at Mr. Wang's equally naked body.
Her face turned bright red. Her eyes darted around, and not caring that she was still completely exposed, she immediately began to shift blame and shouted first:
"You shameless Mr. Wang! How did you get into my house and do such a thing to me? How am I supposed to face people after this?"
Madam Zhou slapped her chest loudly and began to wail as if she were the one deeply wronged.
In her heart, she thought, This old man actually drugged me. He's getting more and more perverted.
She didn't think back to last night at all. She only assumed she felt guilty and had dreamt about Biyun because of that.
"Pah! You old hag! It must've been you craving a man in the middle of the night, that's why you brought me here. Otherwise, I was sleeping well at home. How would I wake up in your house?
I should be the one complaining you took advantage of me!
I've been defiled! I'm completely dirty now! My old reputation is ruined!"
Mr. Wang refused to take the blame. He knew clearly it was this woman who had drugged him. Otherwise, why would he have been burning with desire and desperately needing a woman to relieve him? So, he also started shouting.
"Pah! Both of you stop covering things up. You were doing your business right at home without even closing the courtyard gate. What, now that you're done, you want to deny it? Everyone saw it! Don't even try to deny it!"
Bigui stepped forward and shouted.
"Who the hell are you, meddling in my family's business?"
Madam Zhou got up and tried to pounce on Bigui.
Bigui dodged nimbly.
"Hey, old woman! Don't try throwing yourself at me. I wouldn't even want you with that wrinkled face full of craters!"
Bigui laughed smugly at Madam Zhou, who had fallen hard to the ground.
"You! You foul-mouthed scum! You must be Biyun's secret lover! What are you even doing at my place, acting all high and mighty?
Just you wait, I'll report both of you for being degenerates!"
Madam Zhou put on the clothes a woman threw to her. She felt like Bigui looked familiar, but couldn't remember who he was. She just wanted to distract everyone quickly, so she instinctively splashed dirty water on Biyun's name.
"Damn you! I'm Biyun's biological brother! You old slut, you always slander my sister and spread filthy rumors about her?
I'll beat the crap out of your foul mouth!"
Bigui rushed forward, grabbed Madam Zhou's collar, and slapped her several times across the face.
Fang finally squeezed to the front of the crowd, and just in time to hear what Madam Zhou said. She also rushed in and started scratching and fighting Madam Zhou.
Two against one — total domination. Madam Zhou had no strength to fight back.
"Hey, should we go break them up? After all, we've lived together for so many years."
Someone in the crowd couldn't stand watching anymore and spoke up.
"Whoever wants to go, go ahead. I'm not going. I don't want to dirty my hands!"
"Yeah, they deserve it. This could be a case of public indecency. They might even get shot. Stay out of it!"
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"Stop it! Let go of my mom!"
At this moment, Daxing, wearing a pair of oversized shorts given to him by another man, stumbled through the crowd. Seeing Bigui and his wife beating his mother up, he rushed forward to help.
"Stop! Stop fighting!"
The women's director shouted, but the fight had already gotten out of control. No one was listening.
Seeing all four people caught up in the fight, the revolutionary committee director walked forward and shouted sternly:
"I said stop! Didn't you hear me? If anyone hits again, you're going straight to the Party committee office!"
As soon as they heard that, it was like someone hit pause. Everyone froze in place, not daring to move.
"Jeez, they're like wooden blocks. Say one word, move one inch!
What are you all standing around for?"
"Let go of each other! Separate, separate!"
The Women's Committee Director saw everyone frozen in place, too scared to move. She told the two young girls with her to separate the people to both sides.
"We received a real-name report from the public, saying someone here is messing around with improper male-female relations. Someone come out and explain, what exactly is going on?"
The Revolutionary Committee Director, Director Jing, stood there with a stern face, looking seriously at the people on both sides.
"Director Jing, I'm innocent! I don't even know how Mr. Wang ended up in my bed!"
Madam Zhou quickly stepped forward, her face covered in scratch marks, speaking with a flattering smile.
"Pah! You don't know how it happened? You two were lying there naked, hugging each other tightly! And the marks on your neck, those are mosquito bites?"
Fang immediately cut in and fought back.
"Shut up! Did we ask you to talk? Did we say you could speak?"
Director Jing's square face remained expressionless. He coldly glanced at the shrieking Fang and Madam Zhou, which scared them into silence and made them shrink back.
Brian looked at his scared family members who were trembling like quails and sighed helplessly. He tugged on Freya's hand and said softly:
"Freya, push me over there.
You can't eat a fat man in one bite. The fact that my brother and sister-in-law dared to fight and file a report is already a big improvement.
We'll find a chance later to help them build more courage."
"Fine, cowards."
Freya rolled her eyes, not satisfied with how timid they were. Still, she pushed Brian's wheelchair toward Director Jing.
The Xiao family suddenly felt like they found their backbone. They quietly moved behind the two of them and immediately felt more confident, raising their heads again.
"Hello, Director Jing.
I'm Brian, the younger brother of Biyun, and the brother-in-law of Daxing, the head of this household. We are members of the Red Bull Brigade.
My older brother and sister-in-law made the report. I'd like to explain on behalf of our family why we filed it, if that's okay?"
Even though Brian was in a wheelchair, his back was straight. His posture clearly showed his military background.
His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world, full of strength and determination.
His presence was like steel, unyielding and awe-inspiring.
"Red Bull Brigade? You're a soldier? Injured and discharged?"
Director Jing squinted slightly at the calm and handsome man in front of him, who even in disability carried himself with dignity. He silently thought what a pity it was.
"Can you not look at him like he's broken just because he's sitting in a wheelchair?
He's only injured, not crippled. He'll be fine after some time."
Freya noticed the trace of sympathy in Director Jing's eyes and found it a bit ridiculous.
Who said sitting in a wheelchair meant being disabled forever?
"Freya!"
"Sorry, Director Jing. My wife cares too much about me, she didn't mean to be rude."
Brian gently patted Freya's hand to calm her down, then turned to apologize.
"No problem. You are a soldier who defended the country, and your wife stands by you and defends you fiercely, that's real love."
Director Jing spoke calmly, though his eyes subtly scanned Freya and noticed the vine whip wrapped around her waist.
He suddenly remembered what his old friend Mr. Zhao had said in their private farewell meeting the day before.
"Sigh. You just had to take this path. Now look at you, still single and all alone.
Back then, we and the old leaders tried so hard to talk you out of it, but you wouldn't listen. This job brings no good outcome."
Mr. Zhao drank a glass of wine and looked helplessly at the stubborn man in front of him.