Carefree Farmwife: Training the Husband, Raising the Bun - Chapter 119

A crooked smile tugged at the corners of Ying Su’s lips. She lifted the white porcelain wine cup from the table, twirling it idly between her thumb and forefinger for a moment before raising it toward her lips.

Her phoenix eyes swept casually past the window, only to catch sight of a familiar figure in the crowd. Wang Ba’s shiny bald head was impossible to miss. His expression looked grim as he hurried westward.

Recalling what Officer Zhou had said, Ying Su’s brows arched slightly. Could something have happened?

“Why isn’t Sister drinking?” Wu Shumei’s delicate face carried a pitiful trace of nervousness, as though terribly worried Ying Su might not give her face.

“How could I not?” Ying Su withdrew her gaze and gave a faint smile, lifting the wine cup closer to her lips.

Before she could drink, Shen Changyun, sitting opposite, spoke up, “My sister doesn’t drink. I’ll take this cup for her.”

He stood, reaching to take the cup from her hand.

Ying Su lowered her eyes and chuckled. “No need.” Just as she was about to pull the cup back, her gaze froze, the reflection in the clear wine rippled with fragmented light. She snapped her head up, eyes locking on the building across the street. A flash of killing intent flared.

Lowering her head, she looked down toward the street and indeed spotted Wang Ba. For some reason he had stopped at the intersection, speaking gravely with another man, his full attention fixed on the conversation.

At that very moment, cold light flickered from the opposite building. Ying Su shot to her feet, fingers brushing swiftly across Wu Shumei’s hair.

“Borrowing your hairpin.”

The words had barely left her lips before the hairpin in her hand was already flying, sharp as a spear as it pierced the air toward that deadly glint.

Crack!

The arrow loose from the bow split apart midair, pierced clean through by the hairpin. The broken shaft clattered to the ground. The black-hooded figure on the opposite floor raised his bow to fire again, but a chopstick struck his wrist like lightning. Pain jolted through his arm, and the bow fell uselessly to the ground.

Staring across the street, his heart froze. There stood a woman with a bloodthirsty smile, black eyes colder than death. A shiver ran down his spine.

Meanwhile, Wang Ba, sensing danger, quickly ducked out of sight. But the street suddenly swarmed with thugs, all armed with blades and clubs, rushing fiercely at him.

No one noticed the shattered arrow. If someone sharp-eyed had, they would have been stunned, splitting an arrow in flight required impossible precision and strength. A bow shot with the force of thunder, while the hairpin had been thrown by hand… it was unbelievable.

“Wait here!” Ying Su tossed the words behind her before dashing downstairs like a gust of wind, leaving the two at the table baffled.

Though her movements were swift, Wu Shumei and Shen Changyun had seen enough. They hadn’t noticed the arrow or the assassin across the street, only Ying Su yanking out Wu Shumei’s hairpin, hurling it, then flinging a chopstick. When she bolted downstairs, they thought she was chasing after the hairpin.

Shen Changyun gave an apologetic smile. “My sister didn’t mean it.”

Wu Shumei answered with a gentle smile. “It’s fine.”

Her cultured grace and softness made Shen Changyun glance twice at her.

Down on the street, chaos reigned. Passersby scattered in panic, leaving Wang Ba surrounded by a vicious gang.

Ying Su moved lightly onto the street, scooping up the fallen hairpin in one smooth motion. Her figure wove through the fleeing crowd until she was right beside the armed men.

No one expected a woman to suddenly appear in the middle of the brawl. Before anyone could react, she seized a burly man by the collar.

Startled, he swung around, furious to see it was just a seemingly frail woman. He roared, “Get lost!” And flung his arm to shake her off.

Instead, she caught his wrist, hooked her leg behind his knee, and used a deft twist of force. The man slammed into the ground with a thunderous thud, dust billowing.

The noise drew the others’ attention. Seeing her stance, they immediately knew she was no ally. Three or four men rushed at her, blades raised.

Wang Ba spotted her and his face lit up. “Sis, be careful!” he shouted.

Amid flashing steel, Ying Su’s expression stayed calm. A wicked, bloodthirsty smile tugged at her lips. These idle days had made her bones itch, finally, a real fight. Excitement burned in her eyes.

She slipped past the flashing blades with ease, her hairpin slicing across two men’s wrists. Both cried out as the tendons in their hands were severed, their swords clattering to the ground.

With a sharp kick, she sent one flying onto his back.

At that moment, Ying Su was cold, dangerous, and deadly, like the poppy flower itself, beautiful yet lethal.

Upstairs, Shen Changyun shifted uncomfortably. His sister had gone down to fetch a hairpin… why hadn’t she come back? Leaning out the window, what he saw made his blood run cold.

The street was deserted, but a gang of thugs was hacking wildly at Ying Su with broad blades!

“Second Sister, watch out!” He cried.

At his voice, Ying Su tilted her head slightly. The men exchanged glances, seizing the distraction to strike. But her hairpin flashed like a flying knife, burying itself into one man’s wrist. He dropped his weapon with a cry.

Her body sprang into the air. A fist crashed into another man’s jaw, sending him sprawling back with a broken tooth spat onto the ground.

Shen Changyun’s face was drained of all color. His heart twisted in fear. Damn his big mouth, he’d nearly gotten his sister killed!

Without thinking further, he scrambled downstairs as fast as he could.

Wu Shumei, bewildered, called after him, “What’s wrong?” But he didn’t answer. She rushed to the window, her eyes widening at the scene below.

Her fair face went pale. Watching that graceful figure move effortlessly among the thugs, her lips pressed tight as her teeth bit down.

Ying Su narrowed her phoenix eyes at the men still charging her with blades and clubs. She dropped into a sliding crouch, knees bent, upper body tilted back at an impossible angle to slip under their swing. In a heartbeat she was at their feet, hand flicking the sharp hairpin with a glint of cold light.

Her eyes darkened, gleaming with a deadly chill.