Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing
Chapter 80

I remembered it.

My mom was very strong.

After the divorce, she moved to a new place with me.

To give me a better educational environment, we moved to another city.

She worked tirelessly, from dawn to dusk.

I was obedient too, studying hard and helping her after school.

However, the nearby vendors, seeing my mom was single, attractive, and had a daughter while running a successful business, became envious.

They started spreading rumors to tarnish her reputation.

They said my mom was involved in shady business, and that her food wasn't clean.

They tried to unite others to bully us.

My mom had a good temper, and she'd never experienced this kind of thing before.

One day, someone shamelessly came up to her and suggested, "Sis, why not come with me? I'll take care of you and your daughter."

"You're barely making any money selling snacks..."

I was disgusted, but it seemed like both my mom and I were at a disadvantage because of our gender.

We couldn't confront him directly.

But I had already recorded his words on my phone.

I let my mom rest for a day, then the next day, I bought several loudspeakers and copied the recording.

I gathered a few friends and went to the local market to play the recording.

The man's wife heard it, and immediately quit her job, grabbing a stick from the stall and charging toward me.

"It's definitely your mom, that little slut, who seduced my husband. My husband is such an honest man."

"You little brat, why's your heart so dirty?"

I wasn't scared of her, since I was still a minor. If things got physical, she'd be the one in trouble.

"Your husband isn't a child."

She swung at me, and I just stuck my head out.

"Go ahead, one hit, 10,000 yuan. Two hits, 50,000. Three hits, you'll go bankrupt..."

"You don't want my mom to run her stall peacefully, right? Well, if we starve, none of you will have it easy either."

As the saying goes, bad people are afraid of bold ones, and bold ones are afraid of those with nothing to lose.

My rebellious side came out, and I actually managed to scare her off.

She turned around and started chasing her own husband with the stick.

After the whole incident, I treated my friends to a meal.

My mom was able to run her stall normally again.

But later, I never expected that the vendor's wife would hire a group of thugs to deal with me after school.

I ran as fast as I could, but they still caught up.

Just as the thugs were about to strike me with their sticks, a few classmates came and drove them away.

The leader was a guy named Jorge.

He looked at me and smiled: "Take the money, and you'll avoid the disaster."