Mrs. Wei ran forward and forcefully pushed Yang Runsen aside.
Yang Runsen wasn't angry; instead, he moved to the side and watched Wei San, saying, "Spring nights are chilly, San Niang fell into the water; she must go back quickly to change clothes, or she'll catch a cold."
Wei San's body suddenly stiffened.
"Mind your own business! Get lost!" Mrs. Wei took off her shoe and swung it at Yang Runsen.
Yang Runsen tried to dodge, but his wet clothes tangled his feet, and he was slow, receiving several hits from the shoe.
The onlookers couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Wei Family, Yang Dalang saved your daughter, you didn't thank him, fine, but why are you hitting him? That's wrong."
"Exactly, you're repaying kindness with animosity!"
"Can you meddle in our family matters?" Mrs. Wei glared at the two gossipy women, then lifted her shoes and chased after Yang Runsen, cursing, "Yang, don't think I don't know what you're up to. Just give up, you plague!"
