Chapter 501 In Love With Someone Else&##x27;s Wife Again

Unfortunately, Jacob did not allow him to be proud for too long. He clenched his fist and slammed into
the village man's face like a freight train, forcing a scream out of his throat. "Ahh!"

Jacob's fist hit his jaw with such force that blood pooled into his mouth. Before he could spit the blood
out, Jacob continued battering him relentlessly until he fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank
with each shallow breath he drew in.

When the old woman saw her son getting beaten up, she started to scream, "No! Please don't hurt my
son! Somebody please stop him!"

Her cries brought the villagers forward. They stopped Jacob and tried to calm him down at the same
time.

"Bear, what the hell are you doing? He didn't provoke you at all. What did you attack him like that?"

"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Just take your wife and mind your own business!"

"Do you have a crush on his wife or something?"

One of the angry villagers blurted out. All of a sudden, the crowd went silent. Anger and resentment
was still fresh in the air.

'Does this foreign boy really want to steal the wives of the whole village? Does he really think he can
bully his way around here? There's no way in hell we'd let him get away with that!' The villagers cursed
at him silently.

Before stirring up more public anger, Jacob gave a snort of disgust and spat a mouthful on the ground.
"Don't talk nonsense! The only woman I want is my wife. No one can compare to her! I beat this
scumbag because he rubbed me the wrong way!"



"Even so, that's not a good enough reason to beat him like that either. Do you think you can hide the
sun behind the clouds forever? No way!" The crowd blamed Jacob.

"Not convinced, right?" Jacob picked up the bloody mess on the floor that had been his adversary.
Already his eyes were swollen over and bloody spit drooled from his slack jaws. Suffice it to say, he
looked grotesque.

Jacob's cold, blade-like eyes scanned the crowd one by one. "Anyone who disagrees with me, stand
up and face me," Jacob yelled.

Most of the villagers still remembered the painful experience from last time. None of them had the heart
to stand up to Jacob, instead they verbally persuaded him, "Bear, if you go on like this, you will offend
the whole village. Just stop it!"

Jacob couldn't care less about what the villagers thought of him. With his own two hands he grasped
the bleeding man's head and brought his knee cap up to his nose. There was a blunt crack and blood
leaked from both his nostrils profusely.

"What honour is there in beating a helpless woman? If you really want a fight, come and fight me. Let's
see if you are worthy of calling yourself a man," Jacob growled at the man.

"I was wrong! I've made a mistake! Please forgive me... Please!" The man was a broken mess, nose
smashed and eyes almost shut with swelling. The thrashing he received made him fear for his life and
he started to beg for mercy incessantly. The arrogance in him had been replaced with humility.

Shocked by her own inability to recognize her son's face, the man's mother fainted and fell to the
ground.

While the man's wife, crouched in the corner and shed tears in silence.



In the end, the man could barely move and every muscle of his body had seized up. His arms are
wrapped round his guts like he was holding them in. He was like a bullhead at death's door, lying on
the ground.

Having witnessed such brutality with their own eyes, the villagers who were gossiping before felt
sympathetic. They persuaded, "Bear, just let it go, okay? He has learned his lesson. He knows he was
wrong. You can't beat him to death like this!"

"I know you have Mr. Barefoot on your side. But what if your Mr. Barefoot can't cure him? Beating
someone is something, but taking someone's life is never a minor matter of one or two words, right?"
The villagers insisted Jacob to release his anger.

Someone ran to Emily and said to her, "Please, go and persuade your man. If he doesn't stop now, he
will end up killing that man."

Emily had seen Jacob fight with others more than once. It was clear to her that he had already been
lenient on the man. Although the man looked to be in great pain, his injuries were merely flesh wounds
and none of his vital organs were harmed. This would be a life-changing lesson for him.

There was no doubt about the fact that he would remember this lesson for the rest of his miserable life.

"Jacob," Emily called his name gently.

There was no need for her to utter his name again, as Jacob released the man and kicked him once
more before running back to Emily. "What's up? Sorry to keep you waiting!" Jacob said affectionately.
The blood-thirsty animal that once took over him was now gone.

Emily shook her head and said, "That's enough."



Jacob looked at the man trembling on the ground, and his face contorted with disgust. "Men who raise
their hands on women are rubbish!"

All the women amongst the villagers on the spot were dumbfounded. They had never known any
women who hadn't been beaten by their husbands. The only way for their horrors to come to an end
was if they had become mother-in-laws.

But now, for the first time in their lives someone had taken the words right out of their mouths.

All the pain and suffering buried in their hearts for so many years suddenly surged up at this moment
and turned into genuine grievances.

The others told them to tolerate the injustice because every woman suffered the same fate. They were
told by the others that every woman should work, have babies, serve their family and keep silent when
abused.

But now, there was a woman who showed them that they could live differently.

This woman could just sit around all day, while everyone praised her and presented her with all the
good things.

Why? Why couldn't they have what she had?

Their minds couldn't grasp this new found realization. Feudal concepts had been deeply rooted into
their minds since they were young. They were taught not to resist, but to accept and admire adversity.

Emily walked towards the girl who was badly beaten by her husband. Her face still bore congealed
blood and her clothes were an utter mess.



Her skin color turned wax yellow because of the wind and the sun. Her face was covered with bruises,
swollen like a steamed bun. And she had much more injuries in places the eyes couldn't reach.

The girl raised her head and stared at Emily's well kept face in a trance. Suddenly, a feeling of
inferiority welled up from the bottom of her heart.

She once heard that the most handsome man in the village had robbed the daughter-in-law of Mr.
Yang. She was so beautiful that almost all the men in the village wanted her.

While she was living with the Yang's, their son, Donny Yang, treated her very well. When she came to
Bear's home, he also treated her very well. They never asked her to do any work and they treated her
like a fairy.

And now, the girl couldn't believe her own eyes as she stared at Emily with disbelief.

Compared to the dirt and grime that adorned the girl's face, Emily was indeed, the most beautiful fairy
she had ever laid eyes on.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that she was also a footloose and domineering city girl, but now she had
become a fertility machine and a servant, wearing down her youth as well as her life.

Nobody would come to save her and nobody would ever treat her like a fairy.

She would rot away in this impoverished mountain village for the rest of her life.

"Are you all right?" Emily looked at her sympathetically and then she stretched out her hand.

Her hand was as white as jade, on which there were no calluses and the manicured nails were healthily
pink and beautiful as sea-shells.



In an instant, the girl's face contorted with anger as she screamed and slapped Emily's hand away.
"Get away from me! I don't need your hypocritical sympathy! I know what's on your mind right now! You
are laughing at me! Go away! Just leave me alone!"

Emily was shocked and frightened by the girl's sudden outburst. The next second, Jacob rushed over
and stood in front of Emily to protect her.

The red welt on Emily's hand filled his eyes with displeasure. "Does it hurt? She doesn't appreciate
your kindness at all. Maybe we should have just let that man beat her to death."


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