“You… You’re hopelessly stubborn!”
The head clan elder angrily slammed his walking stick against the ground and glared viciously at Sang Qing.
Sang Qing let out a mocking laugh.
“Oh? At your age, you actually know idioms? I thought you old fossils—who have no dignity, no shame, and no sense of decency—couldn’t even recognize a single character. That would certainly explain why you’re in cahoots with Sang Qingshan and helping him trample on other people’s lives.”
“Y-you…”
“What ‘you’? You keep talking about filial piety. When your father died, since you were so filial, why didn’t you die with him?”
Then she pointed at another elder who had just been lecturing her the loudest.
“And you. Didn’t you just say parents are never wrong? Your mother cursed you to die every day, didn’t she? So why aren’t you dead? What, you don’t want to?”
“And the rest of you—old enough in years but not in brains…”
She paused deliberately.
“You know what people outside call your kind?”
“Old geezers who refuse to die.”
“Every day you’re poking your noses into everyone else’s business like stray dogs wandering from house to house.”
“What is it? Is your family so poor you’re starving for a mouthful of shit?”
…
Sang Qing launched into a full-scale verbal assault without sparing anyone.
Those who had been eager to lecture her moments ago were now flushed bright red from being scolded.
Chu Lanhua, Sang Qingshan, and Sang Yanyan were equally stunned.
None of them had expected the usually delicate and pampered Sang Qing to possess such a vicious tongue.
Standing behind her, Li Xiaohe silently gave his sister-in-law a mental thumbs-up.
With skills like these, their regiment commander would never stand a chance against her in this lifetime.
He’d better remember to spoil his wife and never provoke her.
Watching a group of respected old men get scolded into silence like guilty grandchildren, Li Xiaohe honestly couldn’t decide who deserved more sympathy.
After clearing his throat, he reminded her,
“Ahem… Sister-in-law, weren’t we here to move your things today?”
Seeing Sang Qingshan trying to sneak away, Li Xiaohe immediately shot Sun Dajiang a look.
In the next instant, more than a dozen burly men blocked the entrance.
The man standing at the very back even slid the door bolt into place, locking the gate shut.
Sang Qing glanced at Li Xiaohe approvingly before looking back at the clan elders.
“Since you’re all here, you might as well witness today’s proceedings.”
“Our Sang family is officially expelling our live-in son-in-law, Sang Qingshan.”
“And within three days, he must return every bit of the dowry he received back then.”
“Pfft—”
Someone in the crowd couldn’t hold back their laughter.
Soon, chuckles rippled throughout the entire courtyard.
After all, there was nothing particularly unusual about a man marrying into his wife’s family in those days.
But hearing his own daughter repeatedly call him a live-in son-in-law while demanding the return of his “bride price” was undeniably hilarious.
Sang Qingshan’s face flushed crimson.
“Dream on!”
“I, Sang Qingshan, would rather die than let you drive me out of the Sang family!”
Seeing this, Sang Qing sighed dramatically before turning to the clan elders.
“Well, there’s nothing I can do.”
“You all heard him.”
“He asked for this.”
She casually waved a hand.
“Beat him.”
“Beat him until he’s half dead, then report him to the Public Security Bureau.”
“A man with morals this rotten deserves to be condemned by everyone.”
“As his daughter, reporting him myself would simply be putting justice above family ties.”
The moment she finished speaking, the dozen burly men who had been standing by the gate rushed forward.
They punched and kicked Sang Qingshan without hesitation.
Ever since marrying Sang Wanrou, Sang Qingshan had enjoyed a smooth and comfortable life.
He had never suffered anything like this.
After only a few punches, he collapsed onto the ground, howling miserably.
“AAAH!! Stop! Ah!!”
“Help! Ah!!”
“AAAHHH!!”
…
Forget begging for mercy.
He couldn’t even manage to form a complete sentence.
Chu Lanhua trembled in terror.
“Sang Qing! He’s your father! If they beat him to death…”
Before she could finish, Sang Qing calmly cut her off.
“If he dies, he deserves it.”
“You’ve been carrying on with him for all these years, and your daughter is already this old.”
“If the two of you get reported to the Public Security Bureau, do you think you’ll both be convicted of hooliganism?”
“Hmm?”
The way Sang Qing looked at Chu Lanhua made it seem as though she knew everything.
Chu Lanhua opened her mouth.
But it felt as though someone had wrapped a hand around her throat.
Not a single sound came out.
She was afraid.
Afraid that Sang Qing really possessed evidence.
Otherwise, how could she be acting with such confidence?
She was even more terrified that Sang Qing would expose everything in front of so many people.
If that happened, losing the property would be the least of their worries.
They might all end up in prison.
With that thought, Chu Lanhua threw herself over Sang Qingshan.
“Stop! Please stop! We agree! Ah!”
Before she could finish speaking, several kicks landed on her as well.
She was nearly sent flying.
Fortunately, the brief pause she’d created allowed Sang Qingshan to gasp out a complete sentence.
“I agree!”
“P-please… stop hitting me!”
He lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, utterly stripped of all dignity.
As soon as those words were spoken, the men immediately stopped.
They all stepped back and lined up neatly behind Sang Qing.
“Since you’ve come to your senses, let’s have the clan elders draft the agreement.”
“Then we can all happily sign it.”
Her voice remained as soft and sweet as ever.
Combined with her unbelievably beautiful face, she looked harmless enough to lower anyone’s guard.
That is…
If one ignored the dozen muscular men standing behind her.
By this point, cold sweat was dripping down the clan elders’ backs.
Every one of them regretted getting involved.
But since they’d already come…
They had no choice but to follow this little demon’s rules.
The head elder sat down at a nearby table.
His hand trembled as he slowly wrote each word with a fountain pen.
Sang Qing glanced at what he was writing before casually resting a hand on his shoulder.
Her voice turned cool.
“Elder.”
“Sang Qingshan is being expelled from the Sang family for violating a husband’s duties.”
“You know how to word that properly, don’t you?”
The elder swallowed nervously and nodded repeatedly.
“Y-yes… Expelled from the Sang family… leaves with nothing… returns the dowry…”
“Like that?”
Sang Qing nodded.
“Oh, right.”
“The fees for the aunties I hired, as well as everyone who kindly came to help move my belongings…”
“Put all of it on his tab.”
“Sang Qing!”
Sang Qingshan suddenly shot upright from the ground like a corpse coming back to life.
His eyes bulged as he glared at her.
“Don’t you think you’ve gone too far?!”
Sang Qing rolled her eyes.
“I can be even worse.”
“Believe it or not?”
“You should be grateful I didn’t cremate you and scatter your ashes in a public toilet.”
Sang Qingshan nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Clutching his aching chest, he pointed at her with a trembling hand.
“Qingshan! Qingshan, what’s wrong?”
Holding him tightly, Chu Lanhua looked at Sang Qing with a heartbroken expression.
“Sang Qing, are you trying to force your own father to death?”
“Aren’t you afraid people will condemn you?”
“If anyone gets condemned, it’ll be the three of you.”
“What’s that got to do with me?”
Sang Qing curled her lips in disdain.
“Besides…”
“The one driving him to death is you—the mistress who carried on an illicit affair with a married man.”