Chapter 15: Vivi, You’re Still the Obedient One

It took a tremendous amount of effort for Father Song and the others to climb down into the basement.

Once they locked the door behind them, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief.

“That damned girl—has she been possessed? How did she become so terrifying? I’ve never seen her like that before!”

Stepmother He Ling spoke with lingering fear in her voice.

The once timid and helpless stepdaughter who used to be toyed with in the palm of her hand had suddenly become powerful and even violent.

The stark contrast was something she simply couldn’t accept.

Song Kexing must have been entangled by something unclean. Otherwise, how could she have changed so drastically?

“Don’t say things like that. How could there be ghosts in this world?”

Father Song frowned deeply.

He was a firm atheist.

Besides, the authorities strongly opposed superstitious beliefs, so this kind of thing was best left unsaid.

“Dad, Mom, I think she’s just been pretending all along!”

Song Fubao’s eyes were filled with rage as he gritted his teeth and said,
“She faked it well before, but now that our Song family is going under, she immediately revealed her true colors!”

He Ling shook her head. “Impossible. She couldn’t have faked it.”

She had lived with Song Kexing for over ten years and knew better than anyone what kind of personality the girl had.

Father Song said grimly, “I think she was triggered by her disfigurement—that’s what drove her crazy and made her start attacking people.”

Song Fubao huffed angrily, “Then how is she that good at fighting? You can tell just by watching—she has real skills.”

“Her mother’s side of the family had a few martial arts masters who used to guard their property. I suspect they secretly taught her some techniques.

That ungrateful girl deliberately hid her abilities and clearly doesn’t respect me as her father!”

Father Song’s face darkened even more, clearly furious.

He Ling sighed. “I told you long ago she wasn’t to be trusted. Luckily, you listened and didn’t buy an extra ticket for her. Otherwise, that would’ve been a real headache.”

“Yeah, if you hadn’t persuaded me back then, I might have actually brought that disobedient daughter along.”

Father Song looked at his wife’s swollen, pig-like face and, feeling some pity, said,
“A-Ling, you’ve suffered during this time. Once we get abroad, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Chengye, hearing you say that makes everything worth it, no matter how hard or painful it gets.”

As always, He Ling put on her sweet and shy expression.

But she forgot—her face was now bruised beyond recognition, and wearing that kind of expression only made her look more ridiculous.

Father Song coughed twice, slightly disgusted, and averted his gaze.

Just then, a poorly timed voice rang out:

“Dad, Mom, stop chatting. We need to figure out how to survive this crisis.

Song Kexing has completely changed and definitely won’t be bringing us food. We can’t just hide in this basement forever!”

Though only thirteen, Song Fubao was mature beyond his years and thought about many things.

Hearing his son speak like this, He Ling’s expression immediately dropped.

“Yeah… what are we going to do… we didn’t even eat dinner tonight.”

With that devil Song Kexing around, she was genuinely too scared to go outside.

Father Song said, “While I was packing, I managed to grab a few boxes of pastries. Let’s make do with that for now.

For the next few days, we’ll hide here in the basement during the day to rest, then sneak to the kitchen at night to get food. We just need to get through this period.”

They originally thought hiding in the basement was to avoid the angry mobs outside.

Who would’ve thought they’d end up hiding from their own daughter? Just thinking about it was infuriating.

He Ling nodded. “Alright, it can’t be helped.”

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Upstairs, Song Kexing was reading when Maruko flew in with a mysterious look on its face.

[Big Boss, I just overheard something! Let me tell you…]

Maruko, as the system, was not bound by physical constraints and could fly anywhere. Only Song Kexing could see it.

The little guy liked to wander around when bored and had just overheard the scumbag father and his group talking.

After hearing what Maruko had to say, Song Kexing stood up and headed to the kitchen.

There was still a good amount of rice in the rice bin, and a corner was piled with about a dozen potatoes and carrots.

On the ceiling beam hung two strips of dried cured meat and a preserved duck, glistening with oil.

The top layer of the cupboard was locked, but Song Kexing gave a light squeeze and broke the lock with ease.

With a “click,” she opened the cupboard door to reveal quite a stash.

A large transparent glass jar was filled with white flour—at least ten jin’s worth.

Next to it were a few smaller jars: one filled with brown sugar, one with white sugar, and one with rock candy.

Beside them was a small bamboo basket holding about thirty eggs.

Finally, there was a plate stacked with several large apples.

Earlier that day, the mob had been so focused on smashing and looting that they hadn’t taken any of this precious food.

They probably thought the original owner was dead and fled in panic, forgetting about this corner.

In any case, their loss was her gain.

With a wave of her hand, Song Kexing swept all the food into her storage space.

Those scummy parents still dreaming of sneaking out to steal food? Dream on!

Then Song Kexing headed upstairs to search the rooms thoroughly.

Unfortunately, aside from two bottles of malt milk essence, she didn’t find any other food or money.

No doubt the scumbags had hidden it all in the basement.

No matter. It would all be hers sooner or later anyway.

Just as Song Kexing returned to her room to rest, there was a knock at the door.

“Hello, is this the Song Kexing residence? We’re from the Public Security Bureau. Someone reported you for assaulting people in public…”

Song Kexing raised an eyebrow. That was fast.

She quickly retrieved a fake blood packet from her storage, poured it over her head, and then slowly went to open the door.

The two officers standing at the door had stern expressions, brows furrowed.

But the moment their eyes landed on the blood-soaked and pitiful-looking girl before them, they froze.

One officer couldn’t help but say, “Comrade Song, is it? How did you get so badly hurt? Should we take you to the hospital first?”

The other officer nodded. “Old Wang, you take her. I’ll head back to report to the bureau.”

But Song Kexing suddenly asked, “May I ask if the ones who reported me were Xiang Zhiming and Huang Wei? Where are they now?”

The officers were stunned but still answered:

“It was Xiang Zhiming’s relative who filed the report. Xiang Zhiming and Huang Wei are currently receiving treatment at Beijing Municipal Hospital.”

Song Kexing smiled faintly. “Alright then, let’s head to Beijing Municipal Hospital.”

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Beijing Municipal Hospital, Inpatient Ward

In the hospital room, Huang Wei sat beside Xiang Zhiming’s bed, worry written on her face.

“Brother Xiang, maybe we should call Auntie over after all…

If Xiaoxing ends up with a criminal record, considering her home situation, what will she do in the future?”

Xiang Zhiming snorted coldly, “That b*tch Song Kexing beat us up this badly—she deserves a lesson!”

Huang Wei bit her lip. “But… she’s my friend. I can’t just sit by and do nothing.”

Xiang Zhiming frowned. “Vivi, you’re just too kind! That wretched girl never treated you as a friend. Stop worrying about her!”

Huang Wei’s eyes flickered as she let out a performative sigh.

“Alright… I guess she brought this on herself. I’ll listen to you and stay out of it.”

Xiang Zhiming pulled her into his arms. “Vivi, you really are the obedient one…”