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Song Erlang was a little dazed—how did he end up on the ground? All he could feel was a burning pain in his internal organs.
Just as he struggled to get up in a fit of embarrassed fury, he raised his hand, ready to slap Song Jinxiu again.
“You wretched girl! Are you trying to turn the heavens upside down, daring to throw me down like that?”
But in the next instant—thud—Song Jinxiu slammed him to the ground once more.
“Jinxiu, stop it! The two brothers are having a fight—what are you, a little girl, getting involved for?”
Song Dalang still stood with his hands clasped behind his back, face stern like some bureaucratic old cadre, clearly displeased as he reprimanded her.
Song Jinxiu let out a cold laugh. “A fight? Big Brother, have you read so many books your eyes have gone blind? My brother’s sitting on the bed, and he’s supposed to be fighting with that brute of a man, eight feet tall?”
Song Dalang’s expression darkened. “Chunsheng spoke harshly, and Second Brother was only teaching him a lesson. It is only natural for an elder brother to discipline his younger brother. But you—how dare you strike your elder brother? What kind of behavior is that?”
Song Jinxiu glanced at him. “Big Brother, not only are your eyes blind, but your brain isn’t working well either. We’re cutting ties with you. What kind of elder brother are you? At best, you’re just a neighbor.”
Standing above them with an air of authority, Song Dalang reprimanded, “A neighbor? You’re just upset with the family. Grandpa and Grandma are indulging you. You’ll sulk for a couple of days, then come home and apologize. We’re still one family.”
“Don’t even think about it. We’re not going back.” Song Jinfang ran in from outside, grabbing her big brother’s hand, afraid he might nod and agree to go home.
Song Chunsheng comfortingly patted his little sister’s hand and said coldly to Song Dalang,
“Big Brother Dalang, don’t joke around. We have revised the family genealogy to appease our ancestors. We no longer have any ties with your family.”
Song Dalang frowned. “Chunsheng, don’t keep making mistakes. I heard you caused all this trouble, but you spoke well with Grandpa, Grandma, and Third Uncle. You reasoned with them, and that’s why they agreed to let you return home.”
Song Jinxiu sneered, “Ha, so we should be thanking you now?”
Song Dalang glanced at her. “No need to thank me. As the eldest brother and the legitimate grandson of the main branch, it is my duty to uphold the family’s honor.”
Song Jinxiu found herself utterly speechless.
The eldest legitimate grandson, the family’s honor—look at how arrogant and self-righteous his words were.
Her expression calm, Song Jinxiu spat out a single word: “Get lost!”
She thought to herself that this man’s way of thinking was different from normal people’s. Since that was the case, there was no point in getting angry or wasting breath.
Song Dalang’s face finally darkened. Where did this Wuya get the nerve to be so reckless with him?
“Big Brother, why bother arguing with them? If they don’t listen, a good beating will make them obedient.”
At that moment, Song Erlang got up from the ground and swung his hand again.
But this time, he dodged Song Jinxiu—this girl was too tricky, having thrown him twice already, and he was starting to feel intimidated.
Instead of hitting Song Jinxiu, his strike was aimed at Song Jinfang by the bedside.
Song Jinxiu narrowed her eyes, anger surging.
With a sweeping leg, she executed a sweeping kick that sent Song Erlang sprawling backward, once again crashing hard onto the ground.
But this time, Song Jinxiu did not stop. She rolled over and straddled Song Erlang’s belly, then started striking his face with rapid punches from left to right.
“Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa…”
“You think you can hit my sister? What kind of a man are you? I’ll give you a good beating until you listen—just watch me turn you into a pig’s head.
You fool, you used to bully my brother, and now that we’ve cut ties, you still dare to pick on my sister?
I don’t even have the heart to bully anyone, so what right do you have to bully others? Fool, just wait—I’ll beat you to death.”
As she struck him, she cursed relentlessly.
Song Erlang’s head spun and his vision blurred. Only after a while did he realize that this eight-foot-tall man was being ridden and beaten by a mere girl.
Anger and humiliation surged up inside him all at once.
Song Dalang stood dumbfounded, pointing at Song Jinxiu. “Absurd! Utterly absurd and shameless beyond measure.”
Song Jinxiu didn’t even spare Song Dalang a glance—this man’s mind was clearly twisted and unreasonable.
Song Erlang, held back, was furious and humiliated. He bent his leg and viciously kicked at Song Jinxiu.
Trying to dodge his leg, Song Jinxiu slipped up and he caught hold of one of her hands.
With a quick roll, Song Erlang pinned Song Jinxiu beneath him.
Song Jinxiu thought, Damn it. This guy is huge and strong, far more powerful than her small frame.
Taking advantage of his position, Song Erlang sneered and raised his fist, ready to strike down fiercely.
Song Chunsheng shouted in alarm, “Stop!”
Song Jinfang yelled, “Don’t!”
Song Qiusheng burst into tears, shouting a string of curses in the local dialect at Song Erlang’s ancestors going back eighteen generations.
Song Jinxiu wanted to tell Qiusheng to stop cursing—they shared the same ancestors.
But she couldn’t care about that now; all she could do was block the punches, making sure none landed on her face.
Song Dalang shook his head and muttered, “Serves you right.”
Suddenly, Song Erlang let out a sharp cry.
It turned out Song Jinfang had lunged forward, clamping down on Song Erlang’s leg with a bite.
At the same time, little Qiusheng scrambled over his brother, jumped off the bed, grabbed hold of Song Erlang’s hair, and pulled back with all his might.
“Wuwuwu, damn you, damn it! How dare you hit my sister! ¥$&# you ¥ oh oh $&!” The little guy cried and cursed, using all his strength to pull Song Erlang’s hair.
Song Erlang tried to pull his hand free to beat little Qiusheng, but Song Jinxiu held on tight, refusing to let go.
He then tried to kick Jinfang, but the little girl pressed down hard on him and bit fiercely into the flesh of Song Erlang’s calf. Song Erlang howled in pain, “Aow aow!”
For a moment, the four of them wrestled together, shouting and crying loudly.
Soon, a crowd gathered at the doorway, watching the commotion.
Song Erlang shouted, “Big Brother, what are you standing there for? Come over and help!”
The moment Song Dalang moved, Song Chunsheng’s face darkened. “Big Brother Dalang, if you dare lay a hand on them, I’ll go to the academy and ask your master—how can a big brother who is unfriendly to his brothers, coldly watching his cousin being sold, still have the right to pursue a career?”
Song Dalang’s face turned ashen, but he didn’t dare take another step forward.
He glanced at the chaotic group before him, then at the growing crowd outside whispering and pointing fingers. He snorted coldly, “Hmph, this is utterly disgraceful.”
With a shake of his hand, he turned away, hands clasped behind his back as he walked off.
In the end, it was young Physician Li who led two assistants over to separate the group.
By this time, Song Jinxiu was completely exhausted. Damn, fighting really takes a lot of energy.
If it weren’t for Jinfang and Qiusheng having physical contact with Song Erlang, she would have definitely used the electric baton from her space to deal with this guy.
Song Erlang rubbed his scalp with one hand and covered the wound on his leg with the other, glaring at them fiercely.
Song Qiusheng stepped back two paces in fright, hastily hiding a handful of hair he had pulled off behind his back.
But Song Jinfang wiped the blood from her mouth, grinned, and bared her blood-stained teeth, defiantly snarling at Song Erlang.
Song Erlang shuddered involuntarily.
These two cousins had truly lost their minds.
He looked around but didn’t see Big Brother. Inwardly, he cursed—this eldest brother actually abandoned him and left.
He then glared at Xiao Qiusheng. Hmph, you little wolf cub, just you wait…
Song Erlang fled in panic. The onlookers whispered among themselves in small groups before gradually dispersing.
Young Physician Li examined Song Chunsheng’s facial wounds and leg again.
Song Jinxiu said, “Put a cast on my brother’s leg as well, and keep it immobilized for seven or eight days.
Since Song Erlang didn’t get off scot-free, I’m afraid the Song family won’t let this go easily. If they come pushing and shoving again, it could cause a second injury, and that would be bad.”