Chapter 82: Everyone Washes Their Faces Together

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Everyone Washes Their Faces Together

"Can we ask Uncle Zhang to wash them?" Tuantuan proposed what she considered a very reasonable solution.

"We could before, but Uncle Zhang isn’t here right now." Deng Yuyuan helped her put on her coat, then folded her wet clothes and stuffed them into the basket. After a moment’s thought, she took a small notebook out of the basket and slipped it into her pocket.

She thought, "Hehe, this coat has big pockets, how nice."

"Alright, Mommy needs to go downstairs and have a few words with them so Little Guo’er realizes her mistake. Will Tuantuan wait for Mommy right here?" Deng Yuyuan led Tuantuan to the door and taught her how to lock it from the inside.

"Once Mommy leaves, you lock the door. Only open it when Mommy tells you to, okay?"

Tuantuan gave a heavy nod, her little face entirely serious, as if she had just accepted an incredibly critical mission. She didn’t dare move or look around, her eyes fixed intently on the lock, just waiting for her mother to leave.

[Player, I am also responsible for this. I trusted Mrs. Deng too much. I’m gifting you two potions: a weakened version of a Speed Potion and a Power Potion. The effects last for fifteen minutes. I’ve placed them in your inventory.]

"It’s fine. Next time I can buy them myself. I’ve saved up tens of millions, you should save some for yourself too." Deng Yuyuan took the two potions gifted by the system from the farm shop and downed them in one gulp.

[You’re still tens of millions short of a hundred million. I wouldn’t dare use a cheapskate’s money, lest you make me pay it back with interest.]

Deng Yuyuan stepped out of the room. Only after hearing the crisp click of the lock behind her did she quicken her pace and head back to the dining table.

Seeing her approach, Mr. Deng hurriedly called out, "Xiao Yuan, you’re just in time. Stand beside Little Guo’er and help serve her food."

Deng Yuyuan did as told and stood next to Bu Guo, but suddenly spoke up, "Dad, Tuantuan just got water splashed all over her face."

"Little Guo’er meant well. She’s just a child who doesn’t know any better. Why are you holding a grudge against a child?" Mr. Deng waved her off.

Deng Yuyuan looked at Mrs. Deng. "Mom, you said you’d help me look after her. That’s the only reason I felt comfortable leaving her with you."

Mrs. Deng looked a bit guilty and avoided her gaze. "It’s not like anything happened to Tuantuan. She just needed a change of clothes. Xiao Yuan, there’s really no need to be so serious about this."

"I think my sister might still be holding a grudge against Mom and Dad, and she’s just using this as an excuse to lash out. What normal person would harp on such a trivial matter?" Deng Hualing chimed in. "If you want to blame someone, blame me. Mom and Dad are getting old and can’t take this kind of anger. Take it out on me. As long as it calms you down, I’m willing to bear it."

Deng Hua Yu voiced his dissatisfaction. "Sister, why are you talking to this ungrateful wretch? When she was living with the Deng family, you were already generous and accommodating enough toward her."

Watching this unfold, Bu Jun understood that Deng Yuyuan was not welcome in the Deng family. If she hadn’t spoken disrespectfully to her parents, he might have backed her up, but she had targeted Mr. and Mrs. Deng. Even if the elders were at fault, the younger generation should just tolerate it. Besides, Tuantuan had said she was fine. Making a scene here was truly unreasonable and undignified.

Deng Yuyuan remained demurely silent. She picked up the teapot and filled the women’s bowls, followed by Little Guo’er’s water bowl, and finally the men’s wine bowls. The people seated at the table looked somewhat smug, not even bothering to offer a hand to pass the bowls. They simply watched as Deng Yuyuan struggled to reach through the narrow gaps between the seats to grab the bowls, bring them to the edge of the table, and pour the drinks.

When she finished pouring, she stood right between Deng Hualing and Deng Hua Yu. Without warning, she picked up their bowls of tea and wine and splashed the liquids directly into both of their faces.

"Ah!" Deng Hualing let out a shriek and covered her face.

Deng Hua Yu’s pants were already stained, and now his face was drenched. He instinctively jumped up and threw a punch at Deng Yuyuan’s face, but she was faster. She kicked him hard in the knee. With a loud THUD, he dropped to his knees, bracing his hands against the floor.

Bu Jun had quick reflexes, but Deng Yuyuan was even faster. Both he and his daughter were also suddenly splashed in the face. He grabbed Little Guo’er and retreated a few steps, intending to counterattack, but Deng Yuyuan had already darted away.

"You rebellious daughter, are you trying to mutiny?!" Mr. Deng furiously slammed his hand on the table. Before he could even finish speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of wine as the sticky, spicy liquid splashed against his face. A stinging pain shot through his eyes, and the remaining alcohol dripped down his cheeks and beard, blossoming into dark stains on his clean collar.

Before Mrs. Deng could say a word, she was already forced to close her eyes in a sorry state, tea dripping from the ends of her hair.

"Tsk." Deng Yuyuan rolled her eyes in disdain. Seeing Bu Jun trying to grapple her, she planted one hand on the table and vaulted over to the other side. Mid-vault, she didn’t forget to yank the tablecloth, sending the entire spread of dishes tumbling to the floor with a loud CRASH and CLATTER.

"What’s done is done. Now, you have no choice but to forgive me," she said, spreading her hands with a look of helpless innocence.

Bu Jun vaulted over the table after her, and the two grappled. Deng Yuyuan’s combat awareness was far inferior to that of a military officer, but right now, she had immense strength, incredible speed, and quick reflexes. After a brief scuffle, she completely overpowered Bu Jun, twisting his arms behind his back and forcing him to his knees.

"You guys are no match for me," Deng Yuyuan said, her face beaming with radiant triumph.

Bu Jun gritted his teeth and said nothing, his face etched with humiliation and disbelief. How could a military officer like him fail to defeat a weak woman? Moreover, her moves showed signs of long-term physical conditioning but no systematic training. How had he lost to an amateur street brawler?

Deng Hua Yu ran to the door and threw it open. "Just you wait! I’m calling the police right now!"

"Go ahead. Aside from you guys losing face, I’ll get a scolding at most. None of you are injured, and this can all be fixed with a change of clothes. Even if the police come, all they can do is mediate."

[Player, the potions are about to wear off. You need to let go of Bu Jun. People like him will instantly notice the shift in your strength.]

"Mr. Bu, you also think my actions are completely reasonable, right? After all, those who start trouble deserve what they get." Deng Yuyuan slowly released his arms and took a few steps back, tilting her delicate chin up with an arrogant expression.

Bu Jun stared at her warily. "An educated youth sent to the countryside couldn’t possibly develop such good combat skills."

"Talent," Deng Yuyuan spat out lightly. "Your years of hard work are barely enough to reach the starting line of a genius."

[So satisfying, so satisfying, so satisfying! Player, your expression is so wonderfully evil right now.]

At those words, the expressions of everyone present instantly shifted—filled with humiliation, resentment, and suppressed anger—but in the end, no one said a word.

Deng Hua Yu stood at the door, catching the cold wind. He kept winking and making faces at his father, silently asking what to do next.

"Believe it or not, I’ll kick you out of this family again!" Mr. Deng raised his hand, about to slam it on the table. But under Deng Yuyuan’s subtly intimidating glare, his hand slowly lowered, landing lightly and silently.

Relying on her memory, Deng Yuyuan pulled a bottle of Mr. Deng’s prized vintage liquor from the cabinet and gripped it by the neck. "Come, here’s to my mutually destructive victory."

With that, she smashed the bottle against the floor. The SHATTER of exploding glass instantly echoed through the room.

[Player, you’re so badass! Yes, yes, yes, this is exactly how we farm game players show off.]

Little Guo’er stood silently in the corner, staring at the chaotic scene. She hugged herself in terror, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. In her eyes, Deng Yuyuan’s beautiful face looked just like a vicious demon.