Going Wild After My Husband Fakes His Death - Chapter 13

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

There was only one house next to the pig farm. It was one of those unrenovated houses. Now that the rural development was good, this kind of house seemed to be in a rather poor state.

The villager did not stop in front of the house. Instead, they brought Jiang Yi and Gong Xueming into the pig farm.

Just as they neared the pig farm, an unpleasant smell came from it. It was like pig feed, but also like the smell of dirt. It made Jiang Yi frown.

Gong Xueming asked, “Didn’t you say that his house is next to the pig farm? Why did you bring us to the pig farm?”

“Aiya! Don’t you know that Fangying’s son is an old scoundrel and her daughter-in-law is an iron rooster? After Fangying’s house collapsed, the couple refused to build a new one for her and let her live in the pig farm.”

The villager stood at the entrance of the pig farm and looked inside. “Why isn’t there anyone? I think she went out today.”

Jiang Yi walked forward and pushed him away, then entered the pig farm. Gong Xueming followed behind. The stench was so bad that he wanted to vomit, but Jiang Yi’s expression did not change.

A low wall made of cement divided the space inside into eight equal areas. Each square-shaped space had two fat pigs.

At this moment, the pigs were lying lazily, occasionally grunting.

It was hard to imagine that a living person could stay in a zone like these pigs.

Inside, there were tattered quilts and benches. There was not even a decent bed. The thick straw piled on the ground was considered a bed.

At this moment, a middle-aged man ran over with a hoe and shouted, “Old Li! Go and call the police! Lai Chuanhua is going to bury his mother! He said he can’t afford it!”

“What? That son of a b*tch! He raised so many pigs and earned a lot of money this year. Why can’t he afford to take care of his mother? That goddamn bastard!”

Old Li was the villager who led the way. He ran out of the pig farm while swearing. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he ran back and said to Jiang Yi, “Lai Chuanhua is Fangying’s son!”

Jiang Yi’s expression changed slightly and she followed them. “Bring me with you.”

Since someone’s life was at stake, the villagers ignored Jiang Yi. The two of them rushed to a field in the distance while Gong Xueming followed them and called the police.

“Lai Chuanhua has even found a cemetery for his mother. He wants to bury the old lady in it. There are very few people in that place, so no one knows what he did. But I happened to be digging the ground by the side. They didn’t see me. I heard them talking.”

“Them? Who else?”

“Who else? Lai Chuanhua’s wicked wife. I think it was his wife who instigated it. His mother is living in a pigsty, and that wife still talks about his mother wasting food in the village every day.”

The two men who worked on the farm all year round ran very fast. When they turned back, they saw Jiang Yi following behind them at a moderate pace. Her pale little face was a little gloomy.

“Little sister, you…”

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but when he met Jiang Yi’s pair of almond-shaped eyes that were filled with hostility, his words were suddenly stuck in his throat. He suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

It was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and he felt scared.

“Lai Chuanhua! What are you doing? You son of a b*tch!”

Old Li roared angrily, bringing the middle-aged man’s thoughts back to the matter at hand.

The two of them went forward and started fighting with the man who was going to bury his biological mother. Jiang Yi, on the other hand, stopped in her tracks and calmly took out her cell phone to take a photo to preserve the evidence.

She wanted to let this pair of sons of b*tches enjoy themselves in the prison cell!

Half of the old lady’s body was buried in the soil, leaving only a slightly dirty face. Her eyes were tightly shut, but her lips could not stop trembling.