Chapter 8: The Divine Tools for Dealing With a Scumbag Dad

At first, Sun Jiazhi didn’t take Zeng Yan’s change of attitude seriously. She thought all it would take was a little coaxing and she could make the unworldly girl settle down. Once her anger faded, she’d go back to being a workhorse who would work herself to death. It was hot, and she was too lazy to go all the way to coax her. She thought it would be better to let the old hag grind her down for a couple of days. That way, after seeing the contrast, the stupid girl would come back and beg for forgiveness on her knees.

She never expected the girl to truly have a sudden realization, just as she had said. Even if she were there herself, she wouldn’t have been able to handle the three Zengs with such intelligence and viciousness. Sun Jiazhi suddenly realized that the girl was no longer easy to control. There was no need to waste energy trying to win over someone who was out of her control. She immediately decided to marry her off. Even if the old hag hadn’t mentioned that maniac from the Liu family, she would have found a fool, a cripple, or a drunkard for her. The dead girl was born to suffer. She would suffer while she was alive, and after she died, she would find someone to cast a spell on her. There were eighteen layers in hell, after all.

Sun Jiazhi hadn’t slept much all night, thinking of the past. She woke her man before dawn. “Work starts early in the summer, and it won’t look good if you come back late and people see you. You should go now. Don’t worry about the discharge procedures. Leave that for the brigade leader. You just bring her back.”

Zeng Fugui listened to her without question. He immediately got up, pushed the family’s wheelbarrow with two tattered sacks on it, and walked quickly to the An Kang County Gold Mine Hospital. The mine was to the west of the county seat. Zeng Fugui walked fast and arrived before it was fully light. The old man at the gate heard that he was there to pick up his daughter and didn’t ask any questions, letting him through. People who didn’t want to miss earning their work points always left early; the old man had seen this situation many times.

There was no one in the hallway, and the nurse on duty was also asleep in her room. Zeng Fugui didn’t meet any resistance until he reached the door of Room 110. The door was bolted, and he couldn’t get in. Zeng Yan was a light sleeper and immediately woke up when she heard the knocking.

“Yan’er, open the door quickly. I’m here to take you home,” Zeng Fugui said, trying to control his temper, as he knocked softly.

This body had a conditioned response to the familiar voice, a fear from deep within her heart. Zeng Yan sneered. Good for you, Zeng Fugui! What was this? The older ones left, and a younger one came. Zeng Yan looked down at her skinny arms and legs. Although she had gained a little weight in the past two days, if it came to a face-to-face confrontation, she wouldn’t be able to win against the tall and sturdy Zeng Fugui in a purely physical fight.

Zeng Yan wasn’t afraid of anyone when it came to talking. She would stay put and not open the door. When everyone at the hospital woke up, no matter how good his reasons were, Zeng Fugui wouldn’t be able to take her in front of a crowd. But Zeng Yan didn’t want to let this animal who had abused his daughter for years get off so easily.

She couldn’t run from fate forever. She was going back to the village soon and would have to get tangled up with the Zeng family again. She would start by taking down the king. Zeng Fugui was the head of the family, and if she didn’t scare him now, her life would be anything but peaceful when she returned. It was still early, and no one was awake. If not now, then when? Zeng Yan used her mind to summon two divine tools from her space.

“The brigade had a bad harvest this year. How can we afford to pay for your medical treatment? Didn’t you say you had high consciousness? Why are you still staying here? You’ve been here for two days; now come home with me. I promise I won’t hit you anymore,” Zeng Fugui said, losing his patience as he tried to both pressure and coax her.

She didn’t wait long. When she heard the bolt on the door being pulled back, Zeng Fugui pushed the door open violently. “You good-for-nothing girl, you’ve grown wings… Ah!”

His hand, ready to strike, was still in mid-air when he was suddenly hit violently in his left side. A sharp pain and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Zeng Fugui’s body spasmed, and he collapsed onto the floor with a thud.

It only took three seconds to take him down. It wasn’t loud enough to wake the people in the other rooms. Zeng Yan put away the stun baton, quickly closed the door, and dragged Zeng Fugui like a dead dog to the wall. The door had a small window, and the corner where she dragged him was a blind spot.

She used to livestream late into the night. To prevent any accidents, Zeng Yan had bought a lot of anti-wolf weapons and didn’t forget to bring them when she moved. Zeng Fugui was a wolf, and these things finally had a use. Zeng Yan tore the bed sheet from her bed and used two strips to tie Zeng Fugui’s limbs and one to gag his mouth. She wrapped him up like a mummy, placed her foot on his right hand, and twisted hard.

With pain radiating from his fingertips to his heart, the unconscious man on the floor immediately came to. He was a little disoriented at first, but when he came to, his eyes were full of rage. He couldn’t break free, and all his curses were trapped in his throat. If looks could kill, Zeng Yan would have died at least ten times.

The light in the room was dim. Zeng Yan’s dark eyes were deep and profound. Her voice was soft and gentle. “We have plenty of time. Let’s take it slow, okay? If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes.” Zeng Fugui’s hairs stood on end. Had this girl gone crazy?

“I hate the way you look at me. Your eyes should be washed well.” She raised her hand and a mist came out. The small can of pepper spray was hidden in her sleeve. Zeng Fugui was caught off guard and hit directly. All the blood in his body rushed to his head. It felt like someone had punched him hard in the head. His eyes were burning. Zeng Fugui was in so much pain that he almost lost consciousness. He wanted to vomit, but his mouth was gagged. He was suffering tremendously.

“Does it hurt? What is this little bit of pain compared to all the pain I’ve suffered in the past fifteen years?” Zeng Yan’s lips curled into a sneer. “When I was five, you kicked me hard because I burned the rice. My back hit the leg of the table, and I fainted on the spot. I lay in bed for a whole month, and before my injury had healed, you pulled me up to continue working. Do you know what it feels like when your back is injured and you can’t straighten up, and you can only carry firewood and feed the pigs while hunched over?”

Zeng Yan raised the pepper spray again. Zeng Fugui tried to close his eyes to avoid it, but his eyelids were pulled open, and he was forced to have his eyes washed again. He couldn’t scream, and he writhed on the floor in pain.

“When I was seven, on New Year’s Eve, everyone else ate dumplings, but I only had steamed buns. I was so curious about the taste of dumplings that I couldn’t resist and stole one. You slapped me so hard that you knocked out two of my teeth. Hu Sifeng made me kneel in the snow to reflect. Heh, one dumpling caused me to get a cold and almost die.”

“Also, when I was seven, Zeng Fuzhen stole a wild duck egg that I had found. I pushed her out of anger, and you immediately broke my arm without a word.”

“In second grade, you took away my chance to continue going to school…”

“When the team was building terraced fields, you made a ten-year-old me carry dirt up the mountain. I was too short to carry the pole, and I spilled half of it. In front of the whole village, you beat me with the pole. If the brigade leader hadn’t stopped you, I wouldn’t have this chance today to give you a good reward, my good father.”

Every time Zeng Yan listed one of Zeng Fugui’s crimes, she sprayed him with pepper spray. One bottle was quickly running out. Zeng Fugui had lived for forty years and had never suffered this much. What did it feel like to have your eyeballs roasted over a fire? The explosive pain was a hundred times worse than a broken arm or leg.