At the edge of the fishing village, there was a rundown Bamboo Courtyard.
Dressed in a gray short jacket and bare-armed, a man's face was full of mockery, spreading his arms like an eagle swooping on chicks, blocking the path of the small widow in the broken flower blue shirt.
"Even a widow can bear offspring, truly a disgrace to my Brother Yang."
"Go to hell, who's your Brother Yang, you and your village chief father are both scum of the same heap, you vicious animals! Get your dirty hands off me!"
The young widow, clutching a child not yet two years old, gritted her teeth fiercely like a lioness.
"Heh!" The man was not only unfazed by the insult but became even more excited, "How so? Others can sleep with her, yet I, Meng Xian, cannot touch? Let me tell you today, even if you stripped naked, I wouldn't want you, you dirty thing. Hand it over to me!"
With that, Meng Xian reached out to snatch the child from the other's hands.
