Shen Jiaojiao rushed over to where Xiao Yueyue was crouching, yanked her up, and shielded her behind her back. The child’s practiced defensive movements broke her heart—only a child who was frequently beaten could be so adept.
“Go home and hug your own daughter!”
Shen Jiaojiao roared at Wang Jianjun, her almond-shaped eyes wide with fury and murderous intent.
Both Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun were stunned. They had never seen Shen Jiaojiao lose her temper before. She had always been timid and tearful, a pitiful sight. What nerve had snapped in her today?
“You’re asking for a beating, you bitch! Get inside now!”
Xi Zihua snapped out of it, his anger blazing. How dare this wretched woman curse his Jianjun-ge? She must have a death wish!
Wang Jianjun watched coldly, a mocking smirk on his face, which only fueled Xi Zihua’s rage. Feeling humiliated, Xi Zihua unbuckled his belt, ready to discipline the disobedient mother and daughter.
“Who the hell are you calling ‘your father’? I gave you a little face, and you actually think you’re a man? Xi Zihua, what kind of man are you anyway? With that teapot handle of yours, if you’d been born a hundred years earlier, even Li Lianying and An Dehai would’ve had to step aside for you!”
Teapot handle—just like this!
Shen Jiaojiao struck first, grabbing the teapot full of hot water from the table and smashing it down on the damned eunuch’s head.
Blood bloomed like a flower,
successfully cracking his skull!
Xi Zihua’s head buzzed, his vision filled with a swarm of stars. His face felt hot, a mix of tea and blood streaming into his mouth—scalding and metallic. His forehead throbbed with pain.
Beside him, Wang Jianjun was frozen in terror, his legs trembling. He wanted to run but couldn’t move. This Shen Jiaojiao had definitely gone mad.
Erupt in silence, or perish in silence.
Wang Jianjun, the language teacher, inexplicably recalled this phrase, his calves trembling even more violently.
Shen Jiaojiao had erupted—and he might be the one to perish!
Xi Zihua wiped his face roughly, his mind clearing slightly. His expression twisted with rage. This bitch had exposed his secret, and so loudly at that! The secret he’d carefully hidden for over thirty years must not be exposed by this wretched woman.
If it weren’t for hiding the secret of his “teapot handle,” why would he bother raising another man’s wife and daughter?
“You tired of living? I’ll kill you!”
Xi Zihua swung his belt at her, but Shen Jiaojiao dodged nimbly, grabbing a teacup from the table and hurling it back. She grabbed whatever she could and threw it—after today’s fight, it was over anyway. She couldn’t stand living with this damned eunuch for another day.
“Yueyue, find a place to hide!”
Shen Jiaojiao pushed Xiao Yueyue aside, her hand brushing against the little girl’s body—so thin it was all bones. Her fury burned even hotter.
Damn it!
If she didn’t cripple these two damned eunuchs today, she might as well be sent back to the cave-dwelling era.
Xiao Yueyue hid behind the door, peeking through the crack with wide, curious eyes filled with amazement.
Had a fairy possessed her mother?
She prayed quietly that the fairy-mother would never leave and stay with her every day.
Outside, the sounds of chaos continued unabated—crashes and shatters filling the air. The floor was a mess of broken cups, dishes, radios, vases, and anything else that could be smashed.
Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun dodged left and right, both injured to varying degrees and looking utterly disheveled. Xi Zihua, howling with rage, tried to grab Shen Jiaojiao to teach her a lesson, but she was as slippery as an eel, impossible to catch. They took several more hits in the process.
“You damn whore, stand still! Do you even want to keep living like this?”Xi Zihua shouted furiously, certain that Shen Jiaojiao wouldn’t dare cause more trouble. This bitch had no job but loved dressing up, demanding a lot of money from him every month. Hmph, without him, she’d have to drink the northwest wind.
“Who wants to live with a dead eunuch like you? Who knows if you’ve got AIDS, syphilis, genital warts, or venereal diseases? Pah, even a mangy dog is cleaner than a dead eunuch like you! I’d rather find a beggar under a bridge than be with a useless teapot handle like you!”
Shen Jiaojiao deliberately ran to the doorway, shouting at the top of her lungs. With scum like this, there was no need for civility—she’d be as uncivilized as possible.
Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun’s faces turned pale. They had married to cover up their relationship, afraid others would find out. Yet this bitch was practically screaming for the whole neighborhood to hear.
“You filthy whore, I’ll kill you!”
Xi Zihua charged forward. Shen Jiaojiao grabbed the shovel leaning against the wall and swung it at him. Xi Zihua dodged in panic, tripped, and fell hard on his backside.
Seizing the moment, Shen Jiaojiao smacked the shovel against his skull, holding back just enough force. Xi Zihua’s eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold.
“Yueyue, find some rope!”
Shen Jiaojiao yelled toward the room. The little girl stood there wide-eyed, full of admiration. It took her a moment to snap out of it before she replied brightly, “Okay!”
Xiao Yueyue happily went to look for rope. She knew exactly where to find it—Wang Jianjun had tied her to a chair with rope several times, enjoying the sight of her struggling and crying.
Xi Zihua had hidden the rope in a drawer, and Xiao Yueyue found it quickly.
Wang Jianjun stared fearfully at Xi Zihua lying unconscious on the floor and took a few steps back until he hit the cold wall.
He shuffled sideways, trying to slip away. Shen Jiaojiao looked up and sneered, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going home. I won’t disturb you.”
Wang Jianjun’s voice trembled. His legs shook as he took a few steps. Shen Jiaojiao didn’t stop him, and he felt a flicker of relief, quickening his pace. But then a shovel appeared in front of him, its sharp edge aimed at his neck.
If he dared take another step forward, that shovel would slice through his neck and end his life.
Wang Jianjun obediently stopped and forced a smile. “Sister-in-law, this is a quarrel between you two. I won’t get involved. I’ll just head home.”
“Didn’t you want to hug my Yueyue?”
Shen Jiaojiao sneered. Did he really think he could leave?
This Wang Jianjun was the biggest poisonous worm in the dark abyss trapping Xiao Yueyue. He deserved to die a hundred times over.
“It’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! I just like Xiao Yueyue—she’s such a cute little girl!”
Wang Jianjun’s face ached from fake smiling. He didn’t dare confront this crazy woman head-on. He still had to go back to teaching at the school and maintain his dignity. This bitch had already lost her mind—he couldn’t afford to provoke her.
“A misunderstanding? Then is this a misunderstanding too?”
Shen Jiaojiao swung the shovel and smacked Wang Jianjun on the head, watching him with contempt.
Wang Jianjun staggered, ears ringing. His glasses fell to the floor. With his severe nearsightedness, he was practically blind now—everything was a blur, and he couldn’t even find the door.
“Sister-in-law, don’t joke around. It really is a misunderstanding. I won’t come here anymore, okay? Will that do?”
Wang Jianjun was seething inside but kept up the smiling act. He groped around on the floor for his glasses but couldn’t find them—unaware that Xiao Yueyue had already picked them up.
Xiao Yueyue waved the glasses at her mother. Shen Jiaojiao gave her a thumbs-up. Xiao Yueyue grinned and handed her the rope.The mother and daughter worked together to tie Xi Zihua up tightly, then also bound Wang Jianjun to a chair. In her past life, Xiao Yueyue had mentioned that Wang Jianjun enjoyed doing such things—now let this scumbag experience it for himself.
Xiao Yueyue’s big eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched the two men she despised.
Shen Jiaojiao found two smelly socks and stuffed them into the mouths of the two men. She clapped her hands clean and gave them a cold smile.