Happy Little Farmer

Zhang Yulan’s words caused Xiao Liu’s face to drastically change, but she still tried to maintain her composure and said, "Sister, how could this dance involve stripping? There’s no such design."

"Really?" Zhang Yulan feigned surprise and said, "Then why did I see stripping? And completely bare at that! I want to learn that kind; it really looks good, so white and smooth, and seductive!"

"Sister, I don’t know what you’re talking about." Xiao Liu said in panic, her eyes darting around restlessly.

"You really don’t know, or you pretend not to know?" Zhang Yulan’s expression grew colder, "Let me tell you, Xiao Liu, there are no walls that wind can’t penetrate, do you understand? Stop talking nonsense now, show us that dance, let Fanzi and me broaden our horizons."

"Sister, you must be mistaken..." Xiao Liu said nervously.

Zhang Yulan’s slender eyebrows instantly raised, "Are you saying you won’t give face? Fine then, I’ve always been straightforward about these things, and I know Old Chen very well. I thought if you were sensible, we might have had a chance to resolve this peacefully, but since you’re so adamant, it seems there isn’t much left to talk about."

"You should go back, and tomorrow pack up and go back to your hometown, and while you’re at it, get a divorce too. I guess once that video spreads around, you probably won’t have the face to keep on with it. No, actually, you might not be able to go back to your hometown; you’d have to flee far away."

Xiao Liu’s face was full of struggle, and she suddenly pleaded, "Sister, I was wrong, it wasn’t me who initiated it..."

"Is that all you have to say? I thought you were going to seek help from that big shot in my family!" Zhang Yulan sneered, "My request is very simple, the way you danced for him, you dance the same way for me, let me see it too."

"Sister, I’m sorry, I really was wrong, I..." Xiao Liu said urgently.

Any remnants of resoluteness in her heart completely collapsed after Zhang Yulan’s words.