"If you don't make things clear today, you're not getting off easily!" Liu Qiang said, his face stern as he grabbed Lin Yu. Lin Yu waved his hands in panic. "No, no, Brother Qiang, let me off! I don't want anything!"
"It was my mistake, I don't want anything!" Lin Yu gestured, waving his hands. Liu Qiang was strong and burly; one look from him terrified Lin Yu into stillness. Now, being directly lifted by Liu Qiang and left dangling in mid-air, what else could Lin Yu say but beg for mercy?
"If I ever see you bullying Fu Zhiqing again, or causing her trouble, you'll be waiting!" Liu Qiang looked at his wife. Zhang Cuihua stepped forward, hands on her hips, glaring fiercely at Lin Yu.
"I… I won't," Lin Yu glanced at Fu Wenwen and hunched his neck.
Hearing the resentment in his voice, Fu Wenwen knew Lin Yu had taken offense.
"Why are you looking at me so fiercely…" Fu Wenwen shrank back, hiding behind Zhang Cuihua.
"I…" Lin Yu was stunned.
Liu Qiang was furious. "You still dare to secretly threaten Fu Zhiqing? You were pretending to be submissive just now, weren't you?"
"No, no, I really didn't," Lin Yu gritted his teeth.
"Sister, how do you want to handle this? Do you want my man to beat him up and teach him a lesson!" Zhang Cuihua patted Fu Wenwen, comforting her.
"Forget it, Sister Cuihua. He's Lin Feng's brother. Let him go," Fu Wenwen tugged at Zhang Cuihua and whispered.
"Fu Zhiqing is kind-hearted and won't hold it against you. If I see you causing trouble again, I'll personally send you to the police station! I'll charge you with hooliganism!" Liu Qiang, having heard Fu Wenwen, released Lin Yu, who fell to the ground uncontrollably. He then issued a warning.
Lin Yu got up in a sorry state, pushed through the crowd, and ran away.
Fu Wenwen held onto Zhang Cuihua and Xiao Hong's hands, choking back tears. "If it weren't for Sister Cuihua and Sister Xiao Hong today, I don't know what I would have done. And you too, Brother-in-law, thank you all."
"You! You just look too easy to bully. People like Lin Yu shouldn't be given an inch, they'll take a mile. He's a loafer, always up to no good, nowhere near as good as Lin Feng," Zhang Cuihua sighed heavily, looking at Fu Wenwen.
"It's all because of these clothes, Sister Cuihua, Sister Xiao Hong. These clothes of mine are made of good material, and you can both wear them. I owe this time to you, otherwise, I would have been at a disadvantage. I want to give you two sets of clothes. Please don't mind that I've worn them…" Fu Wenwen carried four sets of clothes from inside the house and placed them directly into Zhang Cuihua and Xiao Hong's hands.
The two women were startled. Looking at the smooth fabric in their hands, they knew it was high-quality material. They tried to return them to Fu Wenwen, but she pressed down on the clothes, preventing them from doing so, and insisted they accept. "Do you two sisters dislike that I've worn them?"
"Sister, how could we dislike them! You can thank us however you want, but we can't accept these clothes. They're too valuable," Zhang Cuihua said, her hand stroking the fabric. She had never felt such a smooth material that was so comfortable to the touch.
"Yes! These clothes… I've never touched anything this smooth! This… this we can't accept," Xiao Hong also shook her head.
"We really can't accept them." No matter how reluctant they were, they couldn't accept such expensive items. They couldn't afford to reciprocate such a gift.
Fu Wenwen sighed, looking at the clothes being pushed back into her arms, a dejected expression on her face.
"How about this, I'll sell them to you at a discount?" Fu Wenwen's eyes lit up as she proposed this to the two reluctant women.