Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 814 - 105 beating the adulterer, the trashy woman humiliates herself_2

"Ah! Help! Help!"

Poor Meng Tong endured the punches and kicks from the crowd, howling in pain. Initially, hearing the commotion of the adulterers being caught, he instinctively covered his naked body with a quilt. But now he deeply regretted his decision; what use was pride compared to life? Had he known those coming were the workers from the Meng Family Wine House, he wouldn’t have bothered with the quilt at all! No matter how angry they were, they wouldn’t fight against their own rice bowl!

However, by then it was too late to regret. He wanted to reveal his identity by throwing off the quilt, but, tragically, it seemed as if the quilt was stuck to him, impossible to remove. In the end, a fat ass even sat down hard on his privates, squatting twice with force!

"Your mother’s!" Meng Tong wished he could flip over the fat bastard with a carp flop!

On the ground, Da Hai, having finished slapping his own wife, started to target her white buttocks!

"You slut! I knew you couldn’t stand the loneliness, daring to cheat right under my nose! I’ll show you cheating! I’ll show you cheating! Watch me smash your butt!"

After finishing with Liu Damei, Da Hai lifted his bloodshot eyes, looked at the adulterer on the bed who was already beaten to near immobility by his companions, snatched a stick from someone, and roared, "Adulterer! You dared to touch my woman! Take a hit from Grandpa Hai!"

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Meng Tong felt dizzy and nearly passed out. Luckily, the quilt was still covering his head; otherwise, his skull would have surely been cracked open.

The adulterer on the bed finally stopped resisting and lay motionless. The fatty who sat on him licked his lips, with a hint of reluctance, squatted down one last time before finally getting off.

Liu Damei, one hand cupping her face swollen like a steamed bun, the other protecting her swollen buttocks, looked at the person on the bed motioning for the last time and screamed hysterically, "No, don’t!"

That "no" only infuriated Da Hai further, resulting in him pounding the adulterer with the stick a few more times before turning his anger-laden gaze back to Liu Damei, "Hah, feeling sorry for him? Dare to defend him again, and I’ll beat you too!"

Liu Damei felt a lump of anger stuck in her throat, causing her acute distress. Finally catching her breath, she shakily pointed at the person on the bed and forced out, "That, that’s Boss Meng!"

Boss Meng?!

Da Hai and the others’ pupils shrank to the size of pinholes.

Across the street at the teahouse, Lin Yuan and the others enjoyed the drama, thankful to Liu Damei for forgetting to close the window.

Seeing the bruised face under the quilt that was higher than the nose, Liu Limin released a satisfying breath and huffed in relief, "Adulterer and slut! You connived to plot against me, your aunt? Let’s see how arrogant you can be now!"

Meng Tong and Liu Damei, this scum pair, were severely taught a lesson, and Lin Yuan was extremely pleased.

However, it seemed like someone was missing, weren’t they?

"Looking for her?" Xia Zheng pinched Lin Yuan’s warm, soft palm and gently asked, "Don’t worry, I won’t let her off easily."

Lin Yuan looked up and couldn’t help but smile. This guy was like a worm in her stomach; he knew everything she was thinking, everything she wanted to do, and would even take care of it before she could.

"Who are you talking about?" Liu Limin was somewhat confused. In this plot against her, besides Meng Tong and Liu Damei, was there someone else?

Lin Yuan’s lips curled up in a smile but she said nothing. The situation with Meng Chunyan had also only recently come to light. Liu Limin hadn’t noticed Meng Chunyan in the room opposite, but the siblings had. Considering Meng Chunyan’s dislike of Liu Limin and Lin Yuan, it wasn’t hard to guess her role in all this.

As they spoke, Xia Zheng suddenly pointed to the entrance of the wine house across the street, gesturing for them to look. From Xia Zheng’s mischievously gleeful expression, it was clear that it was Meng Chunyan’s turn next.

True enough, a cart usually used to haul slop was parked at the entrance of the wine house. The two large barrels on it were filled with slop, emanating a foul stench even at a distance.

Yet this cart, which would normally make passersby steer clear, was now surrounded by a crowd.

"Oh my, whose young lady is this? Hiding in here? This is truly embarrassing!"