Chapter 14: Beating Up the Scumbag Father and Stepmother’s Whole Family

Song Kexing spent two carefree days inside the space.

Once that was over, it was time to go back out and fight.

When she exited the space, only a second had passed in the real world.

She took off the torn and tattered clothes she’d been wearing and changed into a new outfit:
a white short-sleeved shirt, black long pants, and black cloth shoes.

The blood on her face and body had been completely washed off. Only the sallow makeup and the terrifyingly realistic scar sticker at the corner of her mouth remained, along with her jagged, choppy short hair.

Very quickly, she resembled a disfigured delinquent girl from the 1970s.

Bored, Song Kexing picked up the original host’s textbooks and started reading.

They were all high school study materials, and Song Kexing was quite curious about them.

After about an hour, someone knocked on the door.

Her stepmother He Ling’s voice came through:
“Kexing, the food is ready. Come out and eat.”

Song Kexing set the book down, tidied her clothes, and stepped outside.

The moment she entered the living room, a shrill duck-like voice jeered mockingly:
“Hahaha! What happened to you? You look like you got the crap beaten out of you! What an ugly freak—so disgusting!”

It was her thirteen-year-old half-brother, Song Fubao, laughing without restraint.

Their father Song Chengye and stepmother He Ling remained expressionless at the side, seemingly used to it.

Song Kexing smiled slightly, grabbed a plate from the table, and hurled it at him.

The plate was full of stir-fried vegetables, which landed squarely on top of Song Fubao’s head.

A pile of greens sat atop his head like a crown of shame.

“Ahhh! You bitch! You actually dared to hit me?!”

Song Fubao’s face turned crimson with rage, eyes bulging.

He quickly grabbed a broom from the corner and charged at Song Kexing.

Although only thirteen, Song Fubao was tall and stocky, with considerable strength.

If he swung with full force, someone’s head might split open.

Neither Song Chengye nor He Ling moved to stop him. In fact, there was a trace of satisfaction on their faces.

Song Chengye: Serves her right. This rebellious girl keeps testing my patience. She needs to be taught a lesson.
He Ling: My son’s got a strong arm. I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to. Let him get it out of his system.

Scenes like this had played out in this household countless times.

The original host had been ground down day after day by their abuse until the light in her eyes dimmed.

But now, those dull gray eyes had reignited with a brilliant flame.

And the girl who owned them began her first act of rebellion.

Song Kexing grabbed the incoming broom with one hand and yanked it hard!

Song Fubao stumbled and crashed forward, landing face-first into the floor like a dog eating dirt.

“Owww!”

“Fubao!”

“My baby!”

Song Chengye and He Ling shouted and rushed over in panic.

But before they could get close, Song Kexing swung the broom sideways to block their path.

Song Chengye glared angrily: “Song Kexing, are you insane?! What do you think you’re doing? Are you going to hit us too?!”

“Congratulations, you guessed right!”

Song Kexing beamed as she brought the broom crashing down on him.

He cursed “Ungrateful brat!” and instinctively raised his arm to block the blow.

The next second, a bone-searing pain shot through his arm.

“AAAHHH!”

That one strike actually broke his arm!

“Chengye! You’re the man of the house—are you okay?!”

He Ling screamed in panic and turned her fury toward Song Kexing.

“Song Kexing, what the hell are you doing?! How could you hit your own father—are you even human?!”

Song Kexing couldn’t be bothered to argue. She swung the broom again.

This time, it landed squarely on He Ling’s back.

“AHH!” the woman shrieked, collapsing to her knees.

“You hit your mother?! You’re asking for death!!”

Song Chengye’s eyes were bloodshot as he swung his uninjured arm at her.

Song Fubao also scrambled up and charged at her with clenched fists.

What happened earlier was just an accident—they refused to believe that two grown men couldn’t handle one girl!

But they had underestimated her.

No one knew how Song Kexing managed to do it.

Normally meek and timid, she now fought like a woman possessed, sweeping the broom like a weapon in a martial arts film.

Before they could even touch a strand of her hair, she had beaten them black and blue. Their faces and bodies were covered in blood.

For the first time, Song Chengye felt genuine fear toward his daughter—but still barked defiantly:

“You ungrateful wretch! You’ve gone insane! Get out of my house! I, Song Chengye, have no daughter like you!”

“And I, Song Kexing, have no father like you, you worthless animal. I’m not leaving. What can you do about it?”

Without a trace of expression, she continued the beating.

Song Fubao and He Ling tried to sneak away, but Song Kexing kicked them right back.

If one person gets beaten, the whole family joins in. No exceptions.

The three of them wailed, blood, snot, and tears blending together—utterly ridiculous and pathetic.

After about thirty minutes, Song Kexing finally stopped.

The three of them lay on the ground like heaps of trash, only their mouths and eyes still moving.

Their eyes glared at her with undisguised hatred, as if wishing to skin her alive.

“If you keep glaring at me like that, I just might gouge your eyes out~”

Song Kexing said it with a chilling smile.

The three immediately trembled and lowered their heads.

“Bit of a workout. I’m hungry. Time to eat.”

She sat at the dining table and began eating at a leisurely pace.

Earlier, she had deliberately avoided the dining area during the fight.

Aside from the vegetables now crowning Song Fubao’s head, the other dishes were untouched.

Though a bit cold, the flavor was still good—and food shouldn’t go to waste.

【Boss, you were so awesome earlier… just, uh, a bit too brutal…】

Maruko, silent all this time, finally spoke up in her mind.

Song Kexing raised an eyebrow. Compared to the beating she’d handed out that afternoon, tonight’s was practically merciful.

There was no rush—slow torment was far more satisfying.

Song Kexing: 【Maruko, you’re too soft-hearted. You better get used to it. This might just be my new normal.】

After all, spending too much time in a psychiatric hospital… how could anyone come out sane?

She was already holding back.

If this were modern times, she’d probably be plotting how to chop them up and dispose of the pieces by now.

Maruko: 【O-okay… Boss, just take it easy. I’m really worried something bad might happen to you.】

Song Kexing smiled coldly: 【Relax, I’ve got protection.】

She still had that mental illness certificate in her pocket.

After she finished eating, the three people on the floor hadn’t budged—they were probably badly injured.

Song Kexing looked down at them with a frigid expression:

“I’ll give you three minutes. Crawl back to your basement. Otherwise, I’ll start ‘going crazy’ again.”

The moment her words fell—

The trio, who had been playing dead, suddenly scrambled like they’d been injected with adrenaline, frantically dragging themselves toward the basement.

Once so arrogant and domineering in front of the original host, the scumbag father and stepmother…

Now they crawled like dead dogs, pathetic and laughable.