Chapter 17 – Please Take Him to the Hospital

Song Kexing couldn’t care less about that scumbag and his mistress.

She was now going to focus all her energy on dealing with her trash father’s entire family.

It could be said that all the greatest pain and suffering in Yuan Qin’s life stemmed from them.

If she didn’t torment them until they were half-dead, it wouldn’t be enough.

…

The first night they stayed in the basement.

Song’s father and stepmother barely slept a wink.

Both had already reached middle age, and their bodies were no longer what they used to be.

After being beaten so viciously by Song Kexing, they simply couldn’t bear it. They spent the entire night in pain and agony.

They had little appetite and only ate a few pieces of pastry before stopping.

On the other hand, Song Fubao, despite being covered in injuries, still managed to eat half a box of pastries and snored loudly in his sleep.

Listening to their son’s snoring, Song’s father and stepmother both looked comforted.

Although their current situation was quite dire, seeing their son sleeping so soundly brought them some peace of mind.

The next day, the whole family listened carefully to the noises outside and didn’t dare to leave the basement.

There had been a total of three boxes of pastries brought down to the basement.

Half a box was eaten last night, and over a box was consumed during the day. Only one box remained now.

Eating nothing but pastries for two days didn’t fill their stomachs, and it made their mouths sore.

Water was also lacking in the basement—they had to make a move soon.

That night, under the faint candlelight in the basement.

Song’s father looked at the watch on his wrist and said,

“It’s already past eight o’clock. That damned girl is probably asleep by now. Let’s split up and move.

Fubao, there are two bottles of malted milk powder, a thermos, and some utensils in the room on the second floor. Take all of them and bring them down to the basement.

Your mom and I will go to the kitchen to cook. We’ll boil more potatoes and eggs, and make a few big flatbreads to eat during the day.”

“Okay!” Song Fubao nodded.

They opened the basement door, and the group hunched over, supporting themselves against the wall as they walked out.

After being beaten last night and resting for a day and a night, the pain had subsided a bit.

But walking was still a little difficult.

He Ling reminded him, “Fubao, keep it quiet when you go upstairs. Don’t wake her up.”

Song Fubao nodded in response and walked toward the staircase.

Song’s father and He Ling headed for the kitchen, which was pitch dark.

Fumbling through his coat pocket, Song’s father pulled out a matchbox and lit the kerosene lamp on the table.

Soon, the room lit up.

After Song Kexing finished eating last night, she hadn’t cleaned up—the dishes were all piled up.

He Ling immediately noticed and couldn’t help but complain,

“That wretched girl is greedy and lazy, and she’s so hot-tempered. She’s never going to get married like this!”

Song’s father didn’t listen to her; his mind was focused entirely on food.

“I remember you bought some apples and stored them in the cupboard. Get the key, I want to eat one first!”

Song’s father loved apples. They were expensive, but back when the family had money, he ate them every few days.

These past months, things had toned down. He got to eat them once every two weeks.

When things went down yesterday afternoon, he didn’t get a chance to eat one. The past couple of days in the basement, he hadn’t stopped thinking about them.

“Okay.” He Ling pulled a dusty key from a ceramic jar in the corner of the kitchen.

As she walked to the cupboard, something felt off.

“The cupboard lock is broken! I remember it was just fine before!”

Suddenly realizing something, He Ling quickly opened the cupboard and found it completely empty. Her face turned pale.

“What’s wrong?” Song’s father rushed over.

Ignoring him, He Ling turned to check the rice jar and the beams overhead. Her face grew even paler.

“It’s all gone… everything’s gone… What do we do now…”

“Dad! Mom! The malted milk and thermos upstairs are gone too!”

At that moment, Song Fubao came running back.

Realizing what was happening, Song Jian’s anger erupted.

“That damned girl Song Kexing! She took everything—she’s trying to starve us to death!”

Gritting his teeth, Song Fubao growled, “The stuff must still be in her room. Let’s go take it back!”

He Ling’s face was dark and grim. “We definitely have to take it back. Otherwise, we won’t survive.”

They were going to be stuck in the basement for the next several days and couldn’t go out to buy anything.

So the food that had been taken from the kitchen was absolutely necessary for them to retrieve.

The three huddled together, planning to sneak into Song Kexing’s room, beat her up, and take everything back.

Song Fubao, still dissatisfied, suggested, “Why don’t we just kill her? That way we won’t have any trouble later.”

Song Jian hesitated. But He Ling immediately added fuel to the fire:

“Jianye, what are you hesitating for? That girl is beyond redemption. If we don’t kill her, it’ll be us who end up dead!”

“…Alright.” Song Jian gritted his teeth, his expression growing sinister. “You’re right. A daughter like this, I’d rather not have.”

The three made up their minds and began to move.

But as soon as they turned around, they found someone standing at the kitchen door.

Under the dim light, Song Kexing stood there with a menacing smile, holding two kitchen knives.

“I heard you were planning to kill me. In that case, I’ll kill you first…”

“AHHHHH!”

The people in the kitchen screamed in terror and scrambled to escape.

Swinging the knives wildly, Song Kexing chased after them like a madwoman.

“Ah!”

One slash—Song Jian’s back was struck, blood gushing out instantly.

“Slash, slash!”

Two more strikes—He Ling’s back and arm were each hit, her clothes quickly soaked in blood.

“Help! Dad! Mom! Save me!!”

Song Fubao’s legs were both slashed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seeing their precious son hurt, Song Jian and He Ling rushed over regardless of danger.

The couple dragged his body and fled back toward the basement.

Song Kexing chased them all the way to the basement door like she was toying with prey.

Seeing them hide inside, she didn’t attack again. Instead, she turned and left.

Maruko jumped out in confusion:
【Boss, why didn’t you go in? They’re not dead yet.】

Although the host had been terrifying just now, thinking about how those people had planned to kill her made it angry again.

Wiping the blood from her hands with a paper towel, Song Kexing smiled calmly:
【No rush. We can’t kill them all at once. We still have six days. Let’s take our time and enjoy the game.】

Maruko’s round little body trembled involuntarily.

From now on, no matter what, it would never dare provoke Host Boss!

It swore it would be obedient from now on!

…

The next morning.

There was a knock on Song Kexing’s door.

She opened it to find He Ling collapsed on the floor.

Covered in blood, He Ling looked up at her with a pleading face:

“Kexing… your brother had a high fever all night. He’s still bleeding…

Please… I’m begging you… Please take him to the hospital…”