Although Wufu didn’t know why Shen Hongyu was so nervous and panicked, she still graciously put the purse away again.
Just as they stood up, someone appeared at the door, looking at them, clearly not expecting to find guests in the room and was visibly taken aback.
"Oh, there are guests here too, Xiao Yu, who is this?" The arrival was a stout and hefty woman dressed in a cotton skirt, with small, squinty eyes that appraised Wufu up and down. She indeed had a rather nice complexion.
"Here to pay respects to my grandfather," Shen Hongyu replied without much enthusiasm, and then asked, "What do you want?"
"Look at how you talk, girl. Your grandfather’s gone, and how can a child cope alone? Your aunt here has come with your cousin to take you back to our house!" The woman chuckled and then called out loudly, "Da Niu, why aren’t you coming in to help your cousin pack her stuff?"
Following her words, a man almost as tall as Shen Hongyu entered, his eyes brightening at the sight of the two people inside, and he stared at Wufu with blatant insolence.
When Wufu saw the man clearly, she nearly vomited. This person was grotesquely ugly!
His appearance was dismal with droopy eyelids and a collapsed nose that had no bridge, while his mouth was so large it seemed it could fit a girl’s fist, revealing two rows of yellow-black, protruding teeth and bright red gums.
Considering his stature, like a three-inch nail, it must be dwarfism.
Wufu’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing ill intentions from this mother and son duo.
As expected, after the self-proclaimed aunt finished speaking, Shen Hongyu loudly refused, "I won’t go to your home, and I certainly won’t become your son’s bride."
What? Marry this Little Dwarf?
Wufu’s pretty face darkened, her gaze shifting ominously towards the dwarf.
She knew being an orphaned girl was difficult, particularly such a young child; without strength or ability, one could only become prey to be slaughtered. Knowing it was one thing, seeing it firsthand was another.
Shen Hongyu was definitely an orphan, but she was also born with delicate features. Even now, despite looking malnourished, she could still pass for a pretty young girl once taken care of— and they wanted to match her with a dwarf?
Upon hearing Shen Hongyu’s words, the aunt’s face turned sour, but she quickly masked her expression. You little wench, once you get to our house, see how I deal with you. I’ll tie you to my son’s bed if I have to.
"Xiao Yu, don’t make a scene in front of guests. You have no kin left, and your aunt and uncle’s family is the closest you have. Would we harm you? Come home with your aunt, and she’ll buy you meat every day!" the aunt coaxed.
"Pah!" Shen Hongyu spat onto the ground near her feet and said, "What aunt? When my grandfather died, none of you came to pay respects. It’s only because you heard I’m alone now that you come over with fake concern, all to trick me into becoming the bride to your short son!"
Wufu looked at Shen Hongyu with some astonishment. The little thing wasn’t dumb, huh.
The aunt, whose true intentions had been revealed, became enraged and yelled at her son, "Da Niu, what are you standing around for? Your cousin is talking nonsense because she’s distraught. Take her out to the ox cart immediately."
"Okay." The Little Dwarf hurried over to grab Shen Hongyu’s hand.
Shen Hongyu screamed and quickly hid behind Wufu, saying, "Don’t you dare. My master won’t let you off; I’ve already sold myself to her."
What? Sold herself to her?
Wufu stared at the young girl, her mind going blank.