Return the money, and if you like me, I will support you.

"You stubborn girl, you have no right to speak! Marriages have always been arranged by parents and matchmakers. You’d better keep your mouth shut." Feng Cailian watched for a while, determined that today she must get that stubborn Meng Yun into the cold butcher’s bed.

“Cold Butcher, did you see the young lady next to the woman who just spoke? If you like her, I’ll make it happen for you—just don’t hold a grudge against me,” Meng Yun whispered as she approached Cold Butcher.

Her voice was low, but enough for Cold Butcher to hear clearly.

Cold Butcher glanced toward Feng Cailian’s side and indeed spotted a more strikingly beautiful young woman there. Her features were handsome, especially those expressive eyes and enticing eyebrows. Cold Butcher felt a strange stirring deep within at the sight of her.

“Do you stand by your words?” Cold Butcher asked.

“Absolutely. I’m just a simple girl—once a monk runs, the temple can’t catch him,” Meng Yun smiled, her eyes cold and resolute.

Cold Butcher shivered unexpectedly, sensing this girl was not someone to be taken lightly.

“Rest assured, if I can’t get her, I’ll pay you double. Though I’m no gentleman, I keep my promises,” Meng Yun had already decided: since they harmed her, she would no longer care for blood ties. The one who caused her original self’s death would pay through her daughter.

A life for a life—she wouldn’t consider this murder.

“Give me a date,” Cold Butcher demanded.

“Between three and seven days,” Meng Yun replied.

“Fine, I’ll trust you this once. Otherwise—”

“There’s no otherwise,” Meng Yun answered calmly.

After their whispered exchange, Cold Butcher scowled, “Return my money.”

“This house is mine to command. If I say that stubborn girl must marry, she won’t dare refuse,” Bao, unaware of what Meng Yun and Cold Butcher had discussed, saw that Cold Butcher truly obeyed her.

“Looks like this girl and Cold Butcher have some dealings,” Xu Cuiyun sneered and continued her idle talk.

Meng Yun glanced at Xu Cuiyun, who as usual was eager to kick someone when down. She had intended to spare Meng Ling, but this aunt was relentless.

“Give me the money. Don’t make me say it twice.” Cold Butcher stood, lifting the small stool beneath him, clearly ready to cause trouble if denied.

The Meng family were all cowards who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Seeing Cold Butcher enraged, Bao reluctantly took eight taels of silver from her inner pouch and handed it over.

“Two more taels?” Cold Butcher shouted.

Feng Cailian, unwilling but resigned, opened her purse and took out two more taels.

Meng Yun sneered; these shameless people sold out the original owner and even split the silver.

Cold Butcher took the silver, glanced at Meng Yun, and turned to leave.

“You stubborn girl, how dare you defy your elders? I’ll beat you to death!” Bao’s eight taels were gone, and her pain was sharper than a wound. She grabbed the large broom standing by the wall and swung it at Meng Yun.

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