Tu Ya charged into the felt tent of the couple and saw the rugged-looking man helping the young girl peel sunflower seeds. Her anger was uncontrollable. All her men had disappeared, all because of this damn girl, yet she dared to look so content and enjoy the man’s services? She rushed forward, raised her hand, and fiercely slapped Dong Huiying across the face. Dong Huiying’s eyes suddenly grew fierce. The sound of a slap rang out; the young girl had reacted faster than the attacker. Because Tu Ya had consumed a numbing pill, she couldn’t control her strength properly; a slap sent her flying out of the felt tent. She landed on the ground in a disheveled heap. Liang Haoming instantly stood up, and with a "whoosh," he drew his long knife, his face dark as thunder, ready to rush at Tu Ya outside the tent. "I’ll go," Dong Huiying held down the man’s hand. From a kinship standpoint, their fathers were brothers, making Tu Ya Haoming’s cousin. This was not an issue Haoming could resolve by force. She gracefully started to walk out, but as she took a small step, suddenly she was airborne, scooped up by the man. "Naughty!" Liang Haoming pursed his lips and glared at her, rendering her speechless for a moment. She really was defeated by his stubbornness. "Okay, okay, I’m naughty. So, would my husband mind carrying me out, if that’s alright?" She might as well resign herself to being an invalid! At this, the man’s expression cleared. Delighted by her use of the term ’my husband,’ his lips curved slightly upwards, his strides became larger, and his step notably lighter. Hulan, hearing the commotion, hurried over. Residents living to the left and right of Dong Huiying, such as Hong Xiangjun and those of the Kechar tribe, all came out as well. The Kechar was a very loving and united tribe. Because Dong Huiying had saved Tu Ya and Hulan, they treated Dong Huiying and her party with respect. In their eyes, since Dong Huiying was the benefactor of the two, she was also their benefactor. But now that Tu Ya had been beaten, the crowd exploded in an instant. It was then that Liang Haoming, carrying his wife, emerged from the felt tent. He looked coldly at Tu Ya, his eyes filled with shadows. This man’s nature was already somewhat ruthless; all his tenderness in this life was probably poured entirely on his wife. As for others, he barely glanced at them, rarely even offering a smile. And now, with Tu Ya attempting to strike his wife, even if she didn’t succeed, even though she was slapped away by his wife, she had committed one of his taboos. With a dark face, he glared icily at Tu Ya, and if it weren’t for his wife preventing him, he really wanted, really wanted... to break her hand to see if she dared to hit people with it again! Hulan supported Tu Ya as she climbed off the ground. She glared at Dong Huiying with hatred: "It’s all because of you, all of you! If it weren’t for you, Bazak and the others wouldn’t have left me! It’s all your fault! And you, I, Tu Ya, had my eyes on you, but you didn’t appreciate it. What’s so good about this dead girl? How is she better than me?" Liang Haoming’s gaze suddenly became more intense, "Dead?" This person had called his wife a ’dead’ girl. She had crossed his taboo again. What he feared most was death, the fear that his wife, like his father, would part from him in life or death. He slowly put his wife down and, after ensuring she was steady, he took a step like an arrow toward Tu Ya. He grabbed Tu Ya by the throat, fury in his eyes as sharp as the sting of a poisonous bee. Tu Ya frantically clawed at the man’s hand, "Let go, let me go—!" Everyone meets life, age, sickness, and death, but anyone can die; only his wife cannot!!