The Fight Breaks Out

Arthur Evans rushed forward and grabbed Tofu Beauty, groping her all over.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's broad daylight! Get off me!" Tofu Beauty impatiently shoved Arthur Evans away.

"I'm your husband, so why can't I touch you?" Arthur Evans, annoyed after dealing with Liu Ru, was seeking comfort from Tofu Beauty.

"Ugh, I'm not feeling well. It's inconvenient. Get out!" Tofu Beauty stood with her hands on her hips, thinking, Arthur Evans, you good-for-nothing, always messing things up. Trying to take advantage of me? Dream on!

Arthur Evans was burning with frustration and couldn't hold it in any longer. Ignoring everything, he lunged at her again.

Tofu Beauty was furious. She had no intention of doing that with Arthur Evans—if she got pregnant, her escape plan would be ruined.

"Get lost!" Tofu Beauty grabbed the wooden pillow by the bed and smashed it onto Arthur Evans' forehead. He clutched his head, fell to the ground, and blood seeped through his fingers, his face turning pale with fright.

"You—you dare hit me? You've flipped the heavens!" Arthur Evans crawled up from the floor, eyes bloodshot, glaring at Tofu Beauty. "You wretched woman, how dare you hit your own husband! I'll beat you to death!"

As he spoke, Arthur Evans charged forward to hit Tofu Beauty.

"Help! Murder!" Tofu Beauty shrieked, landing a fierce kick to Arthur Evans' stomach.

Arthur Evans was a frail scholar—how could he withstand a kick from Tofu Beauty, who worked hard every day? He immediately clutched his stomach and squatted on the ground.

Tofu Beauty grabbed the wooden pillow and gave Arthur Evans a good beating, cursing as she hit him: "You useless good-for-nothing! If you’ve got guts, go earn fame and money outside! All you know is eating and pooping! Now you think you’ve got the nerve to boss me around? Do you even know who I am?"

Arthur Evans was beaten senseless by Tofu Beauty. With a howl, he covered his head and bolted out of the house, running straight out the courtyard gate.

Tofu Beauty was burning with frustration too. How did a beautiful girl like her end up married to Arthur Evans, this hopeless loser?

Tofu Beauty lifted her skirt, grabbed the wooden pillow, and chased after him—actually chasing Arthur Evans from one end of the village to the other.

Villagers all came out to watch the spectacle, laughing and joking in a crowd:

"Wow, the top scholar is getting beaten by his little wife!"

"Look at that scholar, really something! Haha! What do they say—gentlemen argue with words, not fists!"

The jeers around him pierced Arthur Evans’ ears. Distracted, he tripped and fell, and Tofu Beauty rushed up and started whacking him again: "Useless thing! I must’ve been blind to end up with you!"

Arthur Evans clutched his head and squatted on the ground. In the distance, he saw Liu Ru standing under a big tree, belly out, watching him with mockery and scorn in her eyes.

Even farther away, Su Meixiang stood silently, half her ruined face covered with cloth, her one exposed eye gleaming with malicious glee.

Madam Zhao chased after them. When she saw her son getting beaten, she shrieked and lunged at Tofu Beauty, joining the brawl.

Tofu Beauty had already made up her mind to run away, so she didn’t care that Madam Zhao was her mother-in-law.

She dared to hit her own husband—why would she care about her mother-in-law?

Madam Zhao was older and couldn't keep up. Soon, she was pinned to the ground and thoroughly thrashed by the formidable Tofu Beauty.

"Oh heavens, what terrible sins has our Evans family committed!" Old Madam Evans hurried over, wailing and slapping her thigh. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Hey, Tofu Beauty, stop hitting! Your old lady's had a stroke—look, her mouth is all crooked!"