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Chapter 596: Chapter 588: Disliked Her For Being Ugly Chapter 596: Chapter 588: Disliked Her For Being Ugly Of course, Tang Yuxin never assumed that this Youtao is the same as the Youtao fruit she had once known.

This Youtao is a human, a woman, the woman that the village idiot fancied.

Yet, even though the village idiot liked her, it required her to reciprocate that affection as well.

No normal woman in this world would take a liking to an idiot.

Of course, it applies to Youtao as well.

Otherwise, the village idiot would not have been repetitively asking for Youtao.

Tang Yuxin lowered her head, her fingers involuntarily touched the worn-out little cloth package hidden in her pocket.

Because the bundle seemed worn and shabby, neither human traffickers nor old Madame Song paid any attention to it.

This cloth bundle didn’t contain anything else but her precious silver needles.

She always carried the needles with her; they never left her side.

Besides these needles, she had nothing else on her.

She clutched the cloth bundle tightly in her hands until her knuckles turned white.

After a while, the village idiot, done with his tantrum, made a grumbling noise from his stomach.

He plonked his butt onto a chair, marched over to the table snatching a white bun from a bamboo tray ignoring face wash and hygiene.

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He didn’t care if his hands were clean or not and started stuffing his mouth as if he worried someone might snatch it away.

Old man Song grunted with frustration.

He indeed wanted to beat the fool to death with a pole but killing him meant no son to look after him in old age.

Who was unfortunate enough?

He, as he didn’t have a decent son in this life.

“Eat slowly, eat slowly,” old Madame Song quickly poured water for her son with a look of maternal love.

Despite the dissatisfaction from their father, their idiot son was still cherished by her.

The old couple had only this precious son; their life’s regret is to get their foolish son a wife and have a couple of kids so that when they’re gone, someone could care for their son.

And they knew their expectations were simple.

This woman, no matter where she was from, bought or kidnapped.

As long as the woman delivered a child, she’d be attached, no matter how unsatisfactory, would live devotedly with the man for a lifetime.

Especially now, Yuxin is a mute; hence, they feel more relieved.

Who else could this mute woman follow if not their son?

What old Madame Song was worrying about now was how to get her son and the mute woman to have a child together.

This dense son of hers probably did not know how to ‘work things out?’

This worry was a relief for Tang Yuxin.

Tang Yuxin clutched her needle package tightly once again.

Her fear was that anyone would force her now.

In her current state, she couldn’t even fight off a woman, let alone a man.

She could only be someone’s meat on the chopping board.

And the concern for chastity, it ceased to exist the moment she was treated as a commodity by human traffickers and loaded into the van.

Whether clean or not didn’t matter; she only wanted to remain alive and go home, though the path home seemed extremely bleak now.

She raised her face, looking blankly at the golden sun filtering through the tree leaves.

So beautiful…

Yes, indeed beautiful.

She didn’t know how long she would be able to see this magnificent sunset or whether she’d get to see it tomorrow.

With a bang, the outside door was shut again.

Tang Yuxin moved forward; her feet were still fettered by a chain that rubbed against her skin occasionally, generating a burning sensation.

She told herself, it was all right; after a constant string of assailed pain, the frequency of pain increased and developed calluses, pain wouldn’t bother her again.

She dragged the iron chain along and sat atop the only bed in the room.

Looking down at her ankles, she noticed the burning pain was due to the broken skin and blood trickling down due to constant chain friction.

She sought something to bandage the wound, however, found nothing besides a partially new bedsheet and quilt, and the worn-out clothes on her body.

She dared not tear a piece of the quilt to avoid the wrath of Madame Song.

Hopefully, Madame Song would tear her skin off if she found out.

The outside door made noise again.

Tang Yuxin involuntarily cringed, her body tautened, and her muscles contracted.

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She took out her needle package and tactfully drew out a needle, hiding it behind her back.

The village idiot walked in with his head drooping; with flat monkey cheeks and empty eyes, anyone could tell he was intellectually deprived.

“Get up,” the village idiot strode towards her and pushed her off the bed.

“This is my bed, and you are not allowed to sleep on it!”

Just like an immature child asserting his authority over the room, declaring everything in the room was his and was reserved exclusively for him and not anyone else.

To him, Tang Yuxin now was nothing more than an intruder, not only invading his territory but coming between him and Youtao.

The village idiot despised and disliked Tang Yuxin now.

He responded by pouting, grabbing a blanket and a pillow tightly, afraid of someone taking them away.

After rolling around in bed a couple of times, he quickly fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

Tang Yuxin stood up, rubbing her arm.

She clung her hands to her sides.

Her body was covered in a cold sweat; her clothes were quite thin with just a single layer.

Although she was not wearing anything underneath, not even underwear, it was not discernible as her clothes were coarse and stiff.

Currently, Tang Yuxin was terrified and breaking into cold sweats.

Though there was no wind in the room, the cold air made her shiver uncontrollably.

The snoring from the village idiot fell into her ears, and then he once again turned and vaguely scratched his belly, murmuring something incoherent.

Tang Yuxin stepped forward; the chain moved along her feet.

She immediately stopped; her palms were sweating profusely.

Fortunately, the idiot did not wake up as his snoring persisted.

Tang Yuxin advanced again, took out a needle hidden up her sleeves and pricked it downwards.

The idiot’s snoring paused for an instance but quickly fell into a deeper sleep.

Upon noticing this, Tang Yuxin breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt her arm–the moment the cold air hit her skin gave her an unbearable chill.

She sat on the floor, pulled a small section of the blanket, and wrapped it around herself.

Upon rolling up her sleeves, she noticed a discolouration on her arm and swollen skin.