Miss Li Tingting had never seen someone so fierce and unreasonable before—she was instantly startled, sobbing uncontrollably, huddled in the corner of the sofa, so endearing in her vulnerability. This content consists of the textual narrative from Chapter 349 of the series "Rural Beauty 349." "What are you crying about? I paid good money for you! You, a little tart, have already learned to steal men’s hearts—get out of here! I’m not leaving you tonight!" The middle-aged, plump man roared like thunder. "Bro Hu, please spare Miss Tingting. She’s no longer a whole woman—she’s been broken. If you want her, then take me instead," Li Fangling, moved by conscience, passionately defended her sister, suddenly kneeling on the floor, and with her knees replacing her feet, made her way all the way to the middle-aged man, pleading. "Go to hell! I came all this way just to have a good time—do you really think I’m here just to take off your pants?" The middle-aged, plump man smacked Li Fangling squarely on the face, as if Li Tingting had failed to save her first night for him, and a fierce anger burned within him. Li Fangling, struck by the crisp, resonant slap, stumbled backward and fell to the ground with a loud thud, a streak of blood instantly appearing at her lip. "Auntie..." Seeing Li Fangling being hit, Li Tingting could no longer hesitate or fear, and rushed toward her with a pained expression. The sequence of events unfolded over a long period, yet it happened in the span of a breath. Lu Yun, leaning against the window, had already fully grasped the situation, just as he had anticipated—this guest was indeed the owner who had intended to purchase Li Tingting's first night, only he was unusually eager, having come all the way to the village himself. "Ah! Let go of me!" Suddenly, Li Tingting cried out in surprise, struggling fiercely. Lu Yun hurried to focus his gaze, and there he saw the middle-aged, plump man lazily wrapping his arms around Liu Tingting, cursing, "Little bitch! Let me see if you've really been cheating on me since you were just a kid!" As he spoke, he used his left hand to tear at Liu Tingting's clothes. Liu Fangling stepped forward to intervene, only to be unexpectedly kicked in the chest by the man, who didn't even utter a sound—she simply collapsed to the ground. "Gosh... help! Save me!" Liu Tingting cried out in a piercing voice. A sharp slap rang out, and the middle-aged man shouted angrily, "If you scream one more time, I'll kill you!" Before he finished speaking, a loud clatter sounded, followed by the sound of shattering glass, and then a figure slipped through the window in the northern wall. Lu Yun had already decided—there was a large cabinet beneath the bay window for storing clothes. Seeing Li Tingting and Li Fangling being struck one after another, he didn’t hesitate. With a single punch, he shattered the glass, released the window’s latch, and nimbly leaped onto the cabinet, then kicked off with both feet, landing squarely on the bed with a solid thud. “Lu Yun, save me!” Li Tingting cried out, weeping. Li Fangling had now regained consciousness and looked up at Lu Yun, but said, “You fool, hurry up and run! Go get help. There are several people still in the courtyard.” What’s the point of calling for help? By the time they arrive, you two will be dead. “You idiot, do you want to die? Get out of here!” The middle-aged, plump man had been startled when someone broke through the window. When he saw it was merely a young boy, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Go to hell, fatso! Get my wife out of here right now—otherwise, I’ll make good use of the glass knife in my hands!” Lu Yun realized he had been a bit impetuous. Li Fangling had mentioned there were several others in the courtyard, and though they had all entered, it would now be difficult to get out. So though surprised, he remained composed, refusing to lose ground in words. The middle-aged, plump man stared at Lu Yun coldly and said flatly, "Little kid, did you do this to the girl yesterday?" "Fat man, are you having a stroke? We call it **—do you understand?" Lu Yun deliberately lengthened the final syllable, and before the word "not" had fully settled, he took a powerful step forward, then leapt off the bed, launching himself like a phoenix spreading its wings toward the middle-aged man, his left hand gripping a shard of glass that glinted with sharpness, driving it straight toward the man's head. The middle-aged man hadn't expected Lu Yun to charge at him mid-air, and thus, in a moment of urgency, he managed to shield Li Tingting in front of him. Seeing this, Lu Yun released his grip, and the sharp glass flew past Li Tingting's cheek, narrowly missing its mark. The attack faltered, and Lu Yun stumbled slightly upon "Heaven has a path you won't walk, and hell has no gate you'll stumble into. This little kid's fighting me for women—just wait until you're dead!" The middle-aged fat man roared, flinging Li Tingting aside and reaching for Land Yun's neck with a broad, powerful hand. "By the gods, you fat fool—go die!" Land Yun suddenly stood up, drawing his right hand from behind him and swinging it with sudden force. The several people brought by the middle-aged, plump man rushed in upon hearing the elderly man's desperate cries and pounding on the door, only to find their leader being relentlessly hit on the head by a younger boy wielding a flat brick. The older man had previously instructed them that no one was to enter the room without his explicit permission—without hearing his continuous cries of pain, they would have dared not have entered, fearing to disrupt the elder's comfort. "Stupid kid! Stop hitting him! I'm going to knock you out!" Four of them, with golden hair streaming down their heads, surged forward in protest, wielding knives, chains, double-ended sticks, and batons. A man bearing a scar on his face stepped forward, shouting, and charged ahead. The room was small, and the scarred man covered the distance in just two steps, swinging his baton with a sharp motion and delivering a powerful blow straight at Lu Yun's head. "Hey! Don't move! Move another inch and I'll kill you!" Lu Yun tilted his head, swinging the staff that brushed past his shoulder and drew a sharp, searing pain, though it didn't hit solidly. In the critical moment, Lu Yun had somehow picked up that sharp piece of glass at an unknown time, now holding it horizontally across the plump neck of the fat man, a steady stream of blood trickling down the glass. The man with the scar on his face, surprised that such a young lad could have such a move, quickly stepped in to stop the three behind him, glaring fiercely at Lu Yun. "What do you want?" he demanded. "Get out of here!" Lu Yun replied coldly. Before the words had fully settled, a sudden, urgent knocking came from outside, accompanied by shouts: "Help! Someone's dying at Li Lengzi's house! Help! Someone's dying at Li Lengzi's house!" A look of relief flashed across Lu Yun's face—this voice was unmistakably that of the young wife from earlier. She must have finished feeding the baby, noticed the household was empty, and climbed up the ladder to catch a glimpse of what was happening inside. The man with the scar on his face grew cold at once, and immediately someone behind him with yellow hair said, "Bro, the situation here isn't good at all—within a moment, a hundred or so villagers gather around us, and we can't even make it out." The sounds outside the courtyard grew denser, clearly villagers who had come to cool off, hearing the call from the young wife. ... Rural Beauty 349, Main Text 349—updated with brick segments!