It wasn’t until Zhang Cuihua felt the pain that she realized her arm had been dislocated. Her face swelled as she shouted, “You damned little brat! How dare you hit me and dislocate my arm!”
“You really have no respect for rules! So young and yet learning to attack your elders!”
She bellowed to the side, “Son, come out and help! I’ve been beaten and my arm’s broken!”
“Who dares hit your mother? Are they out of their minds?!”
Some onlookers, sensing things might escalate further, immediately went to call the police. After all, if someone got seriously hurt, it could get ugly.
Su Muxue saw this, of course. She wanted someone to call the police—this would finally let her sever ties with this family once and for all.
They weren’t her real family to begin with. The sooner she cut them off, the cleaner and safer it would be.
She didn’t want these shameless, heartless people coming near her once she became successful. She was using the original body now, and letting this family off easily was out of the question.
They were truly worse than pigs and dogs—people like this deserved hell, a waste of air while alive and a waste of land when dead.
Zhang Cuihua’s son, Qin Jianhua, grabbed a chair and swung it at Su Muxue.
Everyone present was shocked, stomping their feet in panic. The girl seemed doomed—she was asking for trouble, knowing full well she was outmatched.
Just as everyone thought Su Muxue was about to be beaten, the situation flipped.
Su Muxue dodged and, with a swift motion, snatched the chair from Qin Jianhua’s hands and smashed it onto his leg.
Then she extended her long leg and kicked him hard, sending him sprawling to the ground, completely motionless.
Everyone was stunned. How did this little girl have so much strength? Did she take some kind of magical elixir? She had just kicked a man weighing over a hundred pounds clear across the room!
Qin Jianguo, seeing his brother floored, grabbed a rolling pin and charged at Su Muxue.
“You little brat! You dare hit my mother and brother? I’ll beat you to death today if I have to!”
He swung the stick at her.
Su Muxue’s reflexes were lightning-fast. She grabbed the rolling pin and slammed it hard onto Qin Jianguo’s arm.
“Ah…” he cried.
“You little brat! How dare you take my stick and hit me? Do you want to die?!”
Su Muxue wasn’t going to tolerate them. Since they couldn’t speak reasonably, she silenced them with action.
A few sharp slaps landed across Qin Jianguo’s face. “If you can’t speak properly, don’t speak at all! Little brats open your mouth, little brats shut your mouth! Your whole family are little brats!”
“If you talk nonsense again, don’t blame me for shutting that mouth of yours, or filling it with filth.”
“Having someone like you in your family is a disgrace to your ancestors—your forefathers must be spinning in their graves wishing they could slap you themselves.”
Qin Weidong, seeing that his two sons were no match for Su Muxue, stepped forward, pretending to mediate.
“Su girl, let’s talk calmly. No need to hit people every time. You’ve had your fun, why not stop? There are witnesses—if this spreads, it’ll ruin your reputation.”
“You’re a girl, rough and ruthless like this. Who would dare marry you? Girls should behave like girls—don’t go around hitting people.”
Su Muxue hated hypocrites the most—people pretending to mediate while harboring dark intentions.
She smirked. “Uncle Qin, that’s hilarious. From your tone, I’m supposed to suffer like before? Others scold and hit me, I just take it, right? Then why don’t you stand there and let me hit you a few times—can you handle it?”
“Talking big from your perch while your sons beat me—why didn’t you say anything then? Now that they’re down, you step up to lecture me? Why is it only fair for the authorities to burn, but not for the people to light a candle? Am I just supposed to let them hit me?”
“Which law says self-defense is wrong? I still think I was too gentle. Two grown men bullying a weak girl—didn’t their teachers teach them to respect women?”
“Unless you were born from a rock crevice and not a woman, you wouldn’t know respect. People like that should be skinned, dismembered, and thrown to wolves in the mountains.”
He Fengzhen yelled, “Su Muxue, you little brat! Are you possessed? Why do you hit people like this? I don’t have money to pay for damages, so you deal with it yourself!”
“Seriously, you do nothing all day but slack off, and now you’ve learned to hit people!”
“Ha! Can’t you control your eldest daughter? How dare she hit people in front of so many witnesses—there’s no justice!”
Su Haijun roared, “Su Muxue, you stinking brat! You’re getting more and more outrageous! How dare you attack people!”
“Apologize to Uncle Qin and his family right now! How could our Su family have such a daughter? You’ve shamed the entire Su lineage!”
Just as Su Muxue was about to respond, a voice rang out: “Who’s causing trouble here?”
Everyone turned to see police officers arriving. They immediately stepped aside, making room—after all, no one wanted trouble with the authorities.
Seeing the police, Su Muxue quickly pressed a few bruises on her body to make herself look weak.
“Thank goodness you’re here, officers,” she said, feigning distress.
“If you hadn’t come, these people would’ve beaten me to death. Look at these bruises—my parents did this to me!”
“You have to stand up for me! Where in the world have you seen parents hit their own daughter?” Su Muxue wiped her tears dramatically.
“You little brat! How dare you lie like this? You really need to be taught a lesson,” Su Haijun bellowed.
Su Muxue cursed him silently.
Perfect. This worked even better than she’d planned. Her goal was to sever ties with this family. Now that she knew she wasn’t their real daughter, why stay? Why let them disgust her?
If the police didn’t intervene today, she would continue causing chaos until she left for the countryside. She wanted to see exactly who would last longer.