Chapter 149: Streamer, Run! They're Coming!

Under the furious gazes of the viewers in the livestream, Edward impatiently shoved his wife. "Get out of the way! You can't even cook properly, what's the point of having you around?" The shove was so forceful that the plate in the woman's hand fell to the ground, and her waist hit the wooden fence, causing her to crouch down in pain, her face pale. "What a waste!" The village chief's wife hurriedly rushed over and began beating the woman. "Do you know how much that meat cost? Wagyu beef from R Country! And you dare drop it? Are you looking for death?" The woman, trembling with fear, curled up into a ball. The viewers in the livestream began to feel sympathy. [This is too much! It was clearly her son who knocked over the plate!] [Streamer, when are you going to do something about this?] [I want to call the police, but where is this place?] At that moment, a voice came from a distance. Irene slightly turned her head to look, and the necklace around her neck shifted as well, causing the viewers to follow her gaze. Before they could see who it was, they heard a voice first. "Stop fighting! Village Chief! I'm here! We need to discuss something!" Irene's eyes were cold. The people approaching were Mag and Klan. Mag walked over to the village chief's wife and pulled her up. "Big Sis, you have to help me out here. Our new daughter, Irene, is tough to deal with." The village chief squinted. "What? She found out?" Mag shook her head. "Not yet, I haven't told her. But I heard from my son that he saw her talking to Margo this afternoon, and Margo, who's usually a fool, was laughing and getting along with her like they were best friends." The village chief's wife, who had been kicking the woman, paused for a moment. "Oh, she's a smart one. That's good." Mag sighed. "I'm just worried that since she's from a big city, she might look down on our small place. I wanted to tell her that the village chief's family is wealthy. The eldest is a cowboy, and the second son works for the government in town." "Of course! No one around here has it better than us!" The village chief's wife said proudly, but then frowned. "But we need to keep this little girl in check." Otherwise, her son would be under her thumb in the future. Edward chugged a beer and then advised his younger brother, "When it comes to your wife, just remember two things: hit her and then please her! After you hit her, make her feel guilty. The next time you argue, hit her again, and eventually, she'll be too scared to disobey you." After speaking, Edward glared at the woman. "Bring me another beer!" The woman got up from the ground, limping as she carefully brought Edward another beer. Edward grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her face a few times. He then proudly turned to his brother. "See that?" His brother, Sol, thought of Irene's beautiful face. "She's so pretty, I can't bear to hit her." The village chief's wife glared at him. "That won't do! We're spending 100,000 Q dollars to marry her! Do you dare let her run away?" Sol chuckled. "Of course not." [Something feels off.] [You're right, it's strange. How can a mother help her mother-in-law plot against her daughter-in-law?] [What do they mean by 'just found their biological daughter'?] [You guys might not know this, but I saw online that Eli Kashi only has one biological daughter, named Joanna, and the streamer is his adopted daughter.] [What? I think her biological parents are worse than her adoptive parents.] [At least her adoptive parents are wealthy. Her biological parents are just trying to sell her off.] [They're really traffickers, huh? Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs, but this mother is selling off the streamer?] [Where's the streamer's grandma?] [Hope the grandma is okay.] The village chief, who had been silent, tapped on a plate and said, "Enough, Mag. Go bring Irene over here. Put some sleeping pills in her drink. Let's get this done tonight." Edward disagreed. "Dad, you don't understand. Women in big cities don't care about that anymore." The village chief's face darkened. "What? That's absurd! And they still claim to believe in God?" Sol's expression changed, and he looked at the village chief. The village chief, with a stern face, asked Mag, "Has Irene ever had a child? If she has, the price drops by half!" Mag became flustered. She hadn't asked about that. "I... I haven't asked! But she probably hasn't!" The village chief glared at her. "Has she or hasn't she?" Mag shook her head frantically. "No, no! I'm sure she hasn't!" The village chief's wife chimed in, "She hasn't! I've been a midwife for years and never misjudged. Son, don't worry!" The men's faces relaxed again. [This is disgusting. They talk about God while trafficking people!] [They do whatever benefits them, saying things like God only approves of sex after marriage. But they won't talk about their own actions!] [Don't worry, I’ve already called the police!] [Where did you report it? I wanted to call the police earlier.] [There's a location tag in the livestream! The mods posted it!] Irene's livestream had two moderators—Jack, a platform moderator, and Emma. Mag slapped her thigh. "No way! That kid Irene is too cautious. I asked her several times if she wanted some milk earlier, but she said she was about to sleep and didn't open the door. How can we get her to come here?" Yeah, it made no sense. What kind of loving mother, who had just found her lost child, would wake her up just to meet the neighbors? Sol's eyes lit up. "Then let's go to her!" The village chief's wife slapped Sol on the head. "You idiot! You're willing to tire out your mom for a wife? Have her clean up and bring it over there. Do you want to work your mother to death?" Sol grinned. "Mom, isn't that what my sister-in-law is for? She's weak, and this is good exercise for her! Right, big brother?" Edward chuckled and looked at Sol. The village chief nodded. "Alright, let's do that." Mag and Sol grinned from ear to ear, one excited for the money, the other for the beautiful woman. As for the poor woman who had been beaten, she hadn't even had a meal. Instead, she was whipped with a broom and forced to clean up. If she moved too slowly, she was beaten and cursed. The woman, head down, eyes vacant, continued cleaning. Her hands were thin and covered in scars, a horrifying sight. The village chief's wife clapped her hands happily. "Let's get ready, especially you. Make yourself look good." The village chief nodded. "Your mother is right. Let's get her settled soon."