I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 133: Rescuing People

Heaven is watching what people do; if you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked coldly at Li Mubai, who was already terrified and disoriented, her face showing undisguised contempt.

"That bastard, he's tried to harm me time and time again. Does he really think I'm easy to bully?" Fang Xiaoxiao thought angrily to herself. At that moment, she wished she could rush up and give Li Mubai a good electric shock to vent her anger.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Long Jinyan delivered a powerful punch to Li Mubai's fair face. The force was so strong that it sent Li Mubai flying several meters away, his back slamming hard against the table.

Li Mubai's head was buzzing from the sudden punch, and he felt dizzy. He spat out two white teeth and tried to say something.

"you……"

However, before he could utter a word, a sudden warmth filled his throat, and a gushing stream of blood spurted out. Immediately afterward, everything went black, and he fainted instantly, collapsing to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

This meticulously planned conspiracy came to an abrupt end thanks to Fang Xiaoxiao's quick wit and courageous actions.

……

Inside the Fang family's courtyard.

At this moment, the lights were on full display, and the atmosphere was lively and bustling.

Apart from Fang Xiaoxiao, the others present were her seven husbands.

Everyone's face was beaming with a relaxed and joyful smile, and they were holding fragrant apricot blossom wine in their hands.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked at everyone, slowly stood up, holding a bowl full of wine in her hand, displaying a bold and unrestrained temperament, and said with a smile: "Come, let us congratulate this survivor of this calamity!"

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

"Dry……"

Long Jinyan and the others echoed loudly, laughing as they raised their large bowls and drank the wine in one gulp.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, everyone was quite tipsy and staggered towards their rooms.

third floor.

Fang Xiaoxiao had drunk too much, her head was spinning, and everything in front of her became blurry, with heavy shadows around everything she saw.

"Huh, why are there two Pei Yans?" Fang Xiaoxiao muttered, her eyes glazed over.

"Pei Yan is so ugly, not handsome at all, not even half as good-looking as Takeshi Kaneshiro," she mumbled drunkenly.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!" Fang Xiaoxiao suddenly exclaimed.

Pei Yan revealed a strange smile as he slowly walked towards her.

He slowly brought his face closer, and pinched Fang Xiaoxiao's small cheek hard with one hand.

"My dear wife, have you forgotten something?" Pei Yan's voice rang in Fang Xiaoxiao's ear.

Fang Xiaoxiao felt a bit of pain as her cheek was pinched, and couldn't help but let out a burp.

Her words were thick with intoxication, and she struggled desperately to break free from the other person's large hands.

"Let me go, it hurts, it hurts so much!" Fang Xiaoxiao shouted loudly.

Pei Yan showed no sign of letting go; instead, he increased the pressure on his hands.

"My wife, you've really made it hard for your husband to find you," Pei Yan said with a hint of reproach in his voice.

Fang Xiaoxiao frowned, trying hard to see Pei Yan's face clearly. "What nonsense are you talking about? I've been here the whole time."

"Hmph, you still dare to be stubborn."

Pei Yan snorted coldly.

"What did you promise me? I'd come to you at the end of each month to get the antidote, but instead you just got completely drunk."

Fang Xiao blinked, as if she remembered something, "Oh, I, I'm just happy."

"Happy? You're so happy that you've forgotten about my business?"

Pei Yan's face grew increasingly gloomy, his once handsome features now seemingly shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, sending chills down one's spine.

Fang Xiaoxiao then realized what was happening, instantly sobering up considerably. She quickly changed to a fawning expression, smiling broadly as she said:

"Young Master Pei, please don't be angry. I'll give you the antidote right away!"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with tension and urgency.

As she spoke, she hurriedly reached out her small hand and fumbled back and forth on the hairpin, trying to remove the three silver needles.

However, once this person drank alcohol, it was as if her mind and hands were separated; her fingers trembled, and she couldn't find the life-saving silver needle no matter what she did.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Fang Xiaoxiao's forehead, her heart was pounding rapidly, and her heart was filled with anxiety and panic.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became eerie and oppressive.

Time seemed to stand still, with only Fang Xiaoxiao's rapid breathing and Pei Yan's increasingly heavy panting mingling together.

Pei Yan frowned, beginning to show signs of impatience.

His gaze was fixed on Fang Xiaoxiao's flustered movements, and his anxiety grew stronger.

The main thing was that he felt a strange discomfort wash over his entire body like a tide.

A sharp pain began to throb in his chest, a pain as if an invisible hand were reaching into his heart, mercilessly squeezing and pressing it relentlessly.

Each contraction and throbbing brought excruciating pain, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Although Fang Xiaoxiao has been giving herself acupuncture to detoxify every month for the past few months.

Under her meticulous care, his health did indeed improve considerably.

However, once the end of the month arrives, the toxins lurking in his body are like demons awakened, sweeping through his entire body once more, plunging him into this excruciating torment.

Pei Yan clenched his teeth, trying hard to keep himself from crying out.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

Fang Xiaoxiao grew increasingly anxious, her hands fumbling haphazardly over the hairpin while she kept muttering to herself.

"How could I not find it? How could this be..." Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"faster!"

Pei Yan finally couldn't help but growl, his voice hoarse from the pain.

Fang Xiaoxiao's hand trembled from his shout, and she almost dropped her hairpin.

But she suppressed her fear and continued to search for the silver needles.

The air in the room seemed to grow heavy, and every second felt incredibly long.

Pei Yan's pain intensified, and Fang Xiaoxiao's anxiety reached its peak.

Russian qing.

Fang Xiaoxiao finally managed to hold the silver needle in her hand.

She bit her tongue hard to bring herself back to consciousness.

Pain is the best stimulus; it can instantly and completely wake someone up.

Even if you drink a lot of alcohol, you can still regain your sobriety.

Pei Yan was about to urge her to hurry up again.

But at that moment, a sudden darkness appeared in his mind, and the entire room became extremely distorted.

He seemed to be on the verge of collapse, his whole body began to tremble, and the stabbing pain in his chest made his breathing quicken.