The Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Heroine in the Old Abusive Article - Chapter 19

As soon as the door closed, Chen San eagerly pulled Qin Yang aside and whispered urgently, “Qin Yang, I spent ten copper coins on the physician. When are you going to repay me?”

Repay him?

He still hadn’t repaid the money he owed the original host, yet he had the nerve to demand repayment from her now.

Qin Yang shot him a sidelong glance and snorted coldly. “When are you going to repay the two taels of silver you’ve borrowed from me over time?”

Chen San immediately bristled. “What do you mean by that, Qin Yang?”

“Exactly what I said,” Qin Yang replied. “Repay the money.”

“Are you trying to screw me over?” Chen San demanded.

Qin Yang stared at him silently.

Fvck, a plant.

Remembering his original purpose, Chen San forced himself to endure and offered a fawning smile. “Why do we need to keep such strict accounts between us?”

This fool. Once we sell Wen Jin’an, split the money, and get rid of her, I’ll show her what’s what.

“Are we that close?” Qin Yang asked flatly.

“Of course we are!” Chen San insisted. “Everyone in the village knows about our relationship.”

What’s wrong with Qin Yang today?

Before, whenever I came to visit, she’d be all over me, trying to please me.

Chen San patiently continued, “Remember Widower Zhang? I’ve already negotiated the deal for you. When are you sending that little wench over? He’s paying five taels of silver upfront—cash on delivery. Don’t forget my cut when you get the money.”

This Original Host was truly despicable, Qin Yang thought, clenching her fist. Selling the Female Lead and still demanding a share of the profits from this scum.

Her expression turned icy. “Fine,” she said coldly. “Repay your debt to me first.”

The mere mention of repayment infuriated Chen San. “That money was all spent willingly by you!” he retorted, trying to weasel out of it.

Repay? As if!

Is Qin Yang out of her mind?

Knowing his character well, Qin Yang employed a subtle tactic, confident he’d crack. “Think carefully,” she said calmly. “Selling Wen Jin’an will net you three taels of silver. If you repay the two taels you owe me, you’ll gain an extra tael for free. Refuse, and you’ll get nothing. I’ll go straight to your father and demand payment. The whole village will know you’re a deadbeat, and Widow Miao will hear about it too.”

Widow Miao was a woman of ill-fated circumstances. On her wedding day, her husband drank a few too many cups of wine and died, earning her the reputation of being a husband-killing jinx. Her in-laws shunned her, leaving her to live alone in the two mud-brick rooms her husband had left behind, where her days were predictably bleak.

Then Chen San set his sights on her. Every few days, he would knock on Widow Miao’s door, making his intentions known to the entire village.

“Do you stand by your word?” Chen San asked through gritted teeth. It wasn’t that he feared Qin Yang would go to his father for the money. He was in his late twenties and still unmarried, which was why he had targeted Widow Miao. The young widow was fresh-faced and alluring, a sight that made his mouth water. But her husband had died shortly after their marriage, and with no support from her in-laws, he was confident he could win her over.

He couldn’t let Qin Yang ruin his plans now. Where else would he find such an opportunity?

Two taels of silver? What did it matter? He’d give it to her. Sooner or later, it would all be his anyway. With a fool like Qin Yang, all he’d have to do was beckon, and she’d obediently hand over the silver with both hands.

Having made up his mind, Chen San pulled out a tael of silver and some copper coins from his pocket. “This is all I have. Take it or leave it.”

“You think you can get rid of me with this?”

Qin Yang curled her lip, took the silver, and shook her head firmly. “You borrowed two taels of silver from me back then. This is barely over one tael—still several hundred cash short. No way.”

“You…” Chen San spat. The fool was being unusually stubborn today. He’d remember this and settle the score with her later. Resentful but helpless, he said, “Wait here. I’ll go back and get the rest.”

Qin Yang smiled, all innocence. “Hurry back.”

Chen San shot her a sinister glance before turning to leave the Qin Family compound.

“So delicate, calling for the physician again,” a sarcastic voice rang out.

Qin Yang turned to find Zhao Chunhua standing behind her.

Liu Yue’e was in the kitchen supervising Qin Huangdao and Qin Luo as they cooked, leaving Zhao Chunhua as the only idle person in the house.

Zhao Chunhua had harbored a grudge against Qin Yang since the Little Fatty incident, but she dared not confront her directly. Unable to resist the urge to lash out, she resorted to verbal jabs.

Qin Yang glanced at her and replied proudly, “You’re right. Our Jin’an is indeed delicate—quite unlike certain others.”

“You…” Zhao Chunhua was utterly taken aback by Qin Yang’s audacity. She hadn’t meant it that way at all, yet Qin Yang had twisted her words to make it sound like she was praising Wen Jin’an.

Zhao Chunhua choked back her anger, about to retort when the door opened and Physician Zhang emerged, carrying his medicine chest.

Qin Yang rushed forward. “How’s my wife?”

“The patient is out of immediate danger, but she needs proper rest to recover,” Physician Zhang replied, glancing meaningfully at Qin Yang. “Complete rest is best.”

Everyone in the village knew the Qin Family’s reputation, especially the unreasonable mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

This Qianyuan’s reputation wasn’t much better, but surprisingly, she had called for a physician three times for her Kunze—a slight improvement, perhaps.

Still, the Kunze’s constitution was alarmingly weak. He needed to emphasize this.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Anything else?” Qin Yang asked earnestly.

“Stop making your wife angry all the time. When her qi and bl00d flow smoothly, her illness will naturally improve,” Physician Zhang said, stroking his beard, hoping the young man would heed his advice.

The physician shook his head. How could a healthy Qianyuan treat his wife so poorly?

Sigh, young people these days… what are they even thinking?

Qin Yang: “……”

What does that mean?

Qin Yang pursed her lips, finally understanding that Physician Zhang was subtly criticizing her.

Oh well, I’m stuck with the Original Host’s body now, so I have to bear the consequences of her past misdeeds.

Forcing an awkward smile, Qin Yang counted out thirty copper coins from the money Chen San had just given her and handed them to Physician Zhang. “This covers the consultation fees and medicine costs from the previous two visits. Please accept this.”

After seeing Physician Zhang off, Zhao Chunhua sneered sarcastically, “Fourth Elder, where did you get all this money?”

Qin Yang ignored her, brushing past Zhao Chunhua and heading straight back into the house.

“Acting so high and mighty? I’m going to tell Mother right now!” Zhao Chunhua spat, her voice dripping with bitterness.

Qin Yang wasn’t worried about Zhao Chunhua’s threats. After all, the Original Host had been a scoundrel for years.

Wen Jin’an slowly opened her eyes at the sound of the door creaking. A pang of sorrow washed over her. So, she did meet with Chen San after all. They must have reached an agreement by now.

“The physician said you need to rest properly,” Qin Yang said softly to Wen Jin’an. “Don’t worry about anything. Just focus on resting. Leave everything else to me.”

Her voice was gentle, her eyes sparkling as if they held stars.

What a convincing act from a scoundrel.

Wen Jin’an’s fingers curled slowly beneath her sleeve, the hatred in her eyes barely concealed. She snorted coldly, “As my Wife-Husband commands.”

“Huh?” Qin Yang blinked, surprised.

That tone, that look…

What’s going on?

Qin Yang’s heart skipped a beat. Wen Jin’an had been perfectly fine before they left, but now she seemed to have turned dark after just one medical consultation!

Could it be because I didn’t stay with her?

But Qin Yang had been right outside, talking to Chen San the whole time. She hadn’t left at all.

Wait a minute… Could it be because of Chen San?

Qin Yang thought back carefully. It was true that Wen Jin’an had started acting strangely after Chen San came to find her. First, she complained of feeling unwell, then she clung to Qin Yang, refusing to let her leave.

Wait a minute… Wen Jin’an only fell ill after seeing Chen San. Could it be… that the Female Lead is faking her illness?!

I knew something was off! Her symptoms are completely different from what she experienced during her Rainfall Period.

Qin Yang felt like she had uncovered an earth-shattering secret.

I never imagined the Female Lead had this side to her.

This time, Qin Yang was even more certain that Wen Jin’an had overheard her conversation with Qin Cheng and had already convinced herself that Qin Yang would sell her off.

Qin Yang sighed.

This is all the Original Host’s fault for being such a terrible person. Poor me.

After a moment’s hesitation, Qin Yang decided she needed to explain things clearly. “About Chen San coming earlier…”

“Qin Yang!”

Qin Yang froze. Chen San’s voice rang out again from outside: “Qin Yang, come out for a moment.”

Wen Jin’an’s face instantly froze over, her eyes turning icy as she glared at Qin Yang.

This…

Qin Yang couldn’t let the Female Lead turn dark. Just as she was about to explain, Chen San’s voice interrupted again.

“Wife-Husband, you should go check outside first,” Wen Jin’an said, closing her eyes and appearing calm, though her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her inner turmoil.

Qin Yang frowned, her gaze fixed on Wen Jin’an. Chen San’s shouting persisted outside; letting him continue would inevitably attract Liu Yue’e. If the money fell into Liu Yue’e’s hands, retrieving it would become nearly impossible. For now, she needed to get rid of Chen San and explain to the Female Lead later. “Wait here for a moment. I’ll explain everything when I get back,” she said, turning and leaving the room.

Only then did Wen Jin’an slowly open her eyes, her icy gaze fixed on Qin Yang’s retreating figure.

Qin Yang opened the door to find Chen San standing outside. Determined to prevent further misunderstandings with the Female Lead, she raised her voice and cut straight to the chase: “Where’s the money?”

Chen San reluctantly pulled a piece of silver from his pocket. “Give me fifty cash back.”

He has the nerve to ask for change?

Qin Yang took the silver. “I don’t have any right now. We’ll talk about it later. Go home and don’t come looking for me again. And I’m not selling my wife. Get that idea out of your head.”

“What?!” Chen San stared in disbelief. “Qin Yang, you fucking playing me?”

Qin Yang frowned. “How am I playing you? This two taels of silver was already owed to me. Debts must be repaid—it’s only natural.”

The original host made the deal, not me. No harm done.

“You…” Chen San glared fiercely at Qin Yang, furious that this bastard dared to trick him.

“What’s the problem?” Qin Yang asked, glancing sideways.

“Qin Yang, are you really going to turn against me?” Chen San persisted, refusing to give up.

Qin Yang had no intention of indulging him. Even if it came to a fight, she wasn’t afraid. In this ABO world, Qianyuan possessed the strongest bodies, followed by Zhongyong, and then Kunze. Qianyuan were also divided into tiers, and the Original Host’s body happened to be of the highest rank. Ordinary Zhongyong were no match for her, and Chen San was a Zhongyong.

“Chen San, I’ll say it again: debts must be repaid, it’s only natural. And why would I sell my wife and split the money with you? Are you stupid, or do you think I am? Besides, I’ll never sell Jin’an. If you dare to make a move on my wife again, don’t blame me for showing you no mercy.” Qin Yang’s face darkened as she spoke coldly.

“Fine, just you wait. I won’t let this go so easily.” Chen San, unable to get what he wanted but unwilling to back down, pointed at Qin Yang, spat on the ground, and stormed off in a rage.