There's more work to do. There's more work to do. Lu Yun was furious. With one stroke, he knocked the man senseless on the back of his head. The man only managed to emit a gasp before flipping over and landing on the bed, a steady stream of blood pouring out, soaking the entire mattress. This is the text content of Chapter 201 of "Rural Beauty in Her Prime." – The Lover's Chamber – (waoshu8m) Liu Guo-fu was flustered, hastily straightening her disheveled clothes. Suddenly, she saw Lu Yun holding the stick, his face blazing with anger, staring at the man lying motionless on the bed. Only then did she realize that the man who had been forcibly taken into her arms was now covered in blood, as if dead—completely still. "Little Yun, what on earth have you done?" Liu Guo-fu was stunned that Lu Yun had returned. Seeing the steady flow of blood from the man's back of his head, the flush on her face drained away as she watched the man's swollen, pale features. Lu Yun stared into the flames of his eyes, speaking each word with deliberate intensity: "Speaking, he swung the staff again, aiming for the man's back of the skull. Liu's wife suddenly sat up, grabbed Lu Yun, and cried out, 'Xiao Yun, we can't keep hitting him anymore. Go quickly to the village secretary's house and call an ambulance. If we delay, someone might die.' Liu's wife wept uncontrollably—this was very different from the fights Lu Yun had at school. Seeing the blood flowing from the man, the wounds must have been serious; it was certain someone would suffer a fatal injury. 'Don't worry,' Lu Yun said, still held by Liu's wife. 'At worst, I'll just have to stay in prison for a few years. They won't execute me.' Though he struggled a few times, he couldn't free himself, and instead used the staff like a javelin, delivering a sharp thud to the man. Liu's wife pushed Lu Yun off the bed and said, 'For the sake of your aunt, just stay put and don't move.' Then, wiping her tears, she climbed back onto the bed to examine the man's injuries." After a moment's inspection, Liu's wife finally exhaled, relieved. Though the man was bleeding heavily and had a large wound, the blow had only been a light swipe across the back of his head with the stick—no solid impact. Otherwise, Lu Yun, full of resentment and fury, would have delivered a solid strike that either would have killed him or at the very least left him with a concussion. Lu Yun was still furious when he saw Liu's wife's expression, knowing the man was unharmed. Determined, he turned and stepped out of the room, heading straight to the eastern room used as the kitchen, where he retrieved a large knife. "Little Yun, what are you going to do? Please, please don't cut him!" When Lu Yun returned to the room, Liu's wife was gently bandaging the man's wound. Seeing Lu Yun enter with such intensity, holding the knife firmly, she momentarily went blank. But Lu Yun, once his stubbornness took hold, wouldn't listen to Liu's wife. He leaped onto the bed and raised the knife, cutting without hesitation. Liu's face turned pale as paper, and instinctively she pressed herself against the man, staring at Lu Yun with sheer astonishment. "Don't—don't do anything rash, or your aunt will never speak to you again," she stammered. Lu Yun now resembled a furious young bull, watching as Liu pressed her entire body against the man, as if he were about to be cut down right there. His head throbbed with rage, and he shouted, "Aunt, step back! Today, I'm going to cut him down!" With that, he grabbed hold of Liu's clothes and pulled her away. Seeing Lu Yun truly on the verge of a fit, Liu's heart raced wildly. She had never imagined Lu Yun could be so passionate before. When he had fought at school, he had been fierce, but only using sticks to strike. Now, he was wielding a knife—cutting people. If she knew that Lu Yun had already used a knife to cut down a thin delivery boy at school, she had no idea what expression she'd make. At a moment when human lives were at stake, Lady Liu couldn't possibly let Lu Yun act however he pleased. Following the force of Lu Yun's movement, she staggered to her feet and suddenly lunged toward him, grabbing both of his wrists where he held the knife, trying to wrest it from his hands. Before Lu Yun could free himself, the man lying on the bed suddenly rolled over and sat up, covering his head, then leapt off the bed and rushed toward the door. Damn it! He'd been faking his death all along! Lu Yun watched it unfold, his eyes welling up. With a powerful surge, he pushed Lady Liu completely back onto the bed, jumped off the bed, ignoring her cries from behind, and grabbed the knife, chasing after the man. Damn you, stand there! When Lu Yun burst out of the door, the man had already covered his head and stepped out of the courtyard, vanishing completely as Lu Yun pursued him. Fuming, he had no outlet for his rage and turned to a mulberry tree in the yard, hacking and chopping it furiously—only this way could he fully release his anger. The thick mulberry tree, nearly split in two at the waist, was finally left standing. After placing the kitchen knife back, Lu Yun entered the house with a serious expression. Seeing Liu’s wife lying on the bed in pain, he scratched his head, then climbed up to lift her body and asked, “Aunt, did I scare you?” Liu’s wife raised her tear-streaked eyes to the now calm Lu Yun, and at that moment, all her accumulated hardships and grievances poured out. She clung to him and wept even more deeply. “Little Yun, don’t you ever chop people like that anymore. How old are you, anyway? What if something really happens and someone gets seriously hurt? What will you do then? What will your uncle and aunt do?” Li Guo-fu cried for a while, finally calming down and speaking in a choked voice to Lu Yun. Lu Yun was deeply moved, gently caressing her flushed cheeks, yet his anger began to flare anew. He gritted his teeth and said, "What a pity for that scoundrel! Next time I see him, I'll have to chop him to pieces." This content is the text from Chapter 201 of "Rural Beauty." Li Guo-fu urged urgently, "Don't worry, I'm fine—truly, I'm fine. Just listen to my advice, please." "It was rape! How can such a contemptible person go unpunished? If we don't kill him now, what good is he for? He'll only continue to harm others!" Lu Yun's voice rose sharply. Li Guo-fu sighed, "It's all my own fault—my own fault for not having upheld the virtues of a wife in the past. I can't blame anyone else." "I don't care what you've done before. Now you're mine. I won't allow anyone to mistreat you. To watch you suffer without doing anything—well, I simply can't do that." Lu Yun stared at the young boy before her, her heartfelt ache transforming into a gentle sweetness that seeped through her entire body. It had been so many years since she last felt truly cared for and protected—how many of those men had not wanted to ride her, to satisfy their own desires? For all these years, no one had truly shown her concern. Yet this child, barely in his teens, had now raised his sword to defend her, unhesitant about the consequences. A wave of warmth and emotion surged within her, spreading like a tide. If she could, she would have stayed nestled in his arms, relishing the feeling of being protected. Yet all of it remained only a dream. From the very beginning, when her physical needs had first awakened, to the now tangled, inexplicable feelings that had grown between them—everything was but a fleeting illusion. The traditions established by the village elders had already sealed her fate: she would spend her life alone, growing old in solitude. "Auntie, wait a moment," she said. "I've bought some food and placed it outside. I'll fetch it right now." Lu Yun gently brushed her cheeks, then got off the bed and brought over all the hot meals she had bought at the convenience store. "This was your third aunt's idea—she asked you to buy these for your guests. Take them back; she'll cook her own meals." Placing the large packages on the bed, Lu Yun resumed her usual sardonic smile. "No worries—I bought two sets, you know. Seeing you look so worn out lately, I've been thinking about you constantly. I haven't seen you in days—how could I not miss you? When you're back to your lively self, just wait and see how much I'll have to feast on!" Normally, Liu's widow would have exchanged a few witty remarks with Lu Yun, but after what had just happened, she felt as though a large stone had been lodged in her chest, making it hard to speak. With a sigh of discomfort, she said, "Xiao Yun, you've just seen what I've been going through. I know I'm always like this—no matter how hard I try to change, in everyone else's eyes, I remain just a woman trampled underfoot by thousands and thousands of others." "When Lu Yun gets angry, he's as impulsive as a killer, but once he calms down, he becomes surprisingly steady. He opens the plastic bag, takes a piece of pork head, puts it in his mouth, and eats while saying, 'Uncle, you're just overworking yourself and too concerned about others' opinions. You need to remember—we live for ourselves, not for the trivial remarks others make. If everyone were as self-critical as you are, what would be the point of living? At the very least, you have to live for me now, don't you understand?' How could Liu the widow not understand this principle? It's always easy to speak about it, but actually putting it into practice is another matter. Take today's situation: she's clearly made up her mind to stop doing the physical work, yet people still think she's pretending and insist on having a relationship with him. Thanks to Lu Yun arriving just in time, Liu the widow wouldn't have been forced into it today." Seeing Liu’s wife didn’t speak, Lu Yun picked up a larger piece of pig head meat, held half of it in his mouth, and brought it close to her lips, speaking vaguely, “Madam, just have a bite, then I’ll be on my way.” Liu’s wife paused, understanding Lu Yun’s intention, and finally smiled, pursing her lips to bite into the other half. The two looked at each other and smiled, each eating half of the meat. Lu Yun then stood up, took the small bundle of meat, and said, “Madam, I’ll go now. I’ll come by later to bring you some medicine.” Liu’s wife also got up from the bed, and upon hearing Lu Yun’s words, quickly added, “Xiao Yun, don’t worry about the medicine—my home has plenty. And don’t come here too often; if people see you, they’ll complain to your third aunt, and she’ll surely give you a good scolding, maybe even slap you on the backside.” Lu Yun waved her off, saying, “No worries—my third aunt wouldn’t dare to hit me. I’ll go now.” Liu’s widow sent Lu Yun out of the courtyard, standing by the doorframe and watching his silhouette fade into the distance before turning back inside to gaze呆ly at the package of cooked food on the bed. Lu Yun turned down one street and returned to the convenience store. With just a few elderly women like Ma Cuihua, this little amount of meat probably wouldn’t even stretch to cover their daily expenses. He ran his hand over the cash notes D Yang Yanping had given him—originally meant to buy undergarments for Tie Xinlan—then decided firmly to find another way to save up for the purchase later. Before even stepping inside the store, Lu Yun spotted Cheng Guiying carrying a large bundle of items, with two bottles of wine in her hands, stepping out. He approached and asked, “Ms. Cheng, has someone come to visit you?” Seeing it was Lu Yun, Cheng smiled warmly and said, “Not really. Didn’t we agree to have dinner at your place?” "Lu Yun asked in bewilderment, 'Then what about all these things you're holding?' Cheng Guiying slowly walked over to Lu Yun and whispered, 'This afternoon, you've kept pressing the two sisters-in-law of Cui Hua, and your aunt has been buying things for you to help restore your strength so you can have the energy to fill the holes in your aunt's household.' Hey! As soon as Lu Yun heard this, he immediately realized that his own duties were once again taking on new responsibilities. ... Rural Beauty in the Countryside, Chapter 201, Updated!"