Chapter 12: A Messy Situation

“You… What are you going to do!”

Seeing her unfamiliar appearance, Huang Wei’s heart dropped with a sense of dread.

They had known each other for several years, and Song Kexing had always been quiet and obedient in front of her.

She had never argued back, let alone hit anyone.

Could it be that Song Kexing really was mentally affected by the disfigurement and had changed her personality?

Huang Wei couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. Logically, Song Kexing shouldn’t be so fragile, after all, she had endured so much before.

But now she had no time to think further because Song Kexing had already struck out at her.

Bang!

Song Kexing’s fist smashed into Huang Wei’s nose.

Instantly, intense pain shot through her nose, and warm blood poured out.

Huang Wei, a beat too slow, touched her nose.

When she saw the blood on her hand, she screamed:

“Ahhh! I’m bleeding!”

“Shut up!”

Song Kexing shouted as she landed two quick punches to her face, turning Huang Wei into a panda-eyed mess.

Huang Wei’s head spun, and her vision blurred. She collapsed, unconscious.

Seeing his beloved pass out, Xiang Zhiming couldn’t hold back:

“Song Kexing, why have you become so violent? You were never like this before!”

“You’re so petty. Just because you’re jealous of how I treat Weiwei, you hit her like this? It’s too much!”

Song Kexing laughed coldly: “Jealous of her?”

“Isn’t it?!” Xiang Zhiming sneered arrogantly. “I know you like me, but love can’t be forced.

Now that your family’s in trouble and your face is ruined, you’re no longer worthy of me. Don’t come after me anymore.”

“Chasing after you? You arrogant, brain-dead, average guy—if I don’t knock you out today, you might really think you’re some kind of treasure!”

Song Kexing had been through too many fights today, so her hands were a bit numb. She decided to use a tool.

She casually picked up a brick from the ground and tossed it up in her hands.

Seeing this, Xiang Zhiming turned and ran, not even bothering to check on Huang Wei.

Song Kexing sneered and leapt, kicking him straight in the knee.

Xiang Zhiming collapsed with a loud thud, wincing in pain.

Song Kexing pinned his arms behind his back and raised the brick to strike.

“Ahhh! Song Kexing, you’ve gone mad, stop!”

Xiang Zhiming howled in pain, struggling to break free, but he couldn’t.

“You filthy bastard… Let me go…”

Xiang Zhiming cursed loudly, but the more he cursed, the harder Song Kexing hit him.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Song Kexing used the brick to beat him relentlessly, all over his body, no part left untouched.

Xiang Zhiming, now a complete mess, rolled on the ground, howling in agony.

Song Kexing, annoyed by the noise, slammed the brick down on his mouth.

Blood and flesh splattered, and the blood flowed non-stop.

Xiang Zhiming was crying tears of pain, unable to scream, his mouth full of blood and saliva.

At this point, Huang Wei woke up. Seeing her crush in such a miserable state, she screamed and lunged forward, wanting to avenge him.

Song Kexing slapped the brick across her face, immediately swelling up half her cheek.

Then she yanked her hair and began delivering another round of violent strikes.

In less than ten minutes, Huang Wei was crying for mercy, kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness.

Xiang Zhiming, no longer pretending to be tough, joined in, crying beside her.

The noise had drawn a crowd of onlookers, but Song Kexing wasn’t interested in making a scene. She quickly left the area.

Once the “demon” had gone, both Huang Wei and Xiang Zhiming let out a sigh of relief.

Still shaken from the ordeal, they threw themselves into each other’s arms and cried loudly.

…

At the Song Family House.

As soon as Song Kexing entered the yard, Maruko flew out to greet her.

[Big Boss, you’re back! Do you know what I overheard? It’s truly awful!]

The little one began to rattle off complaints.

A couple of months ago, her father had caught wind of the situation and had begun preparations to flee abroad.

But with the situation being what it was, tickets to leave were hard to come by.

It wasn’t until half a month ago that Song’s father finally managed to secure three tickets.

That’s right—only three.

One for him, one for his stepmother, and one for his younger brother. No ticket for Song Kexing.

The family had already planned to abandon her, considering her a burden.

Even earlier that day, when they pushed her out to take the blame, they had hoped to at least leave her alive but crippled.

From the start, Song’s father had never loved her as his daughter.

Realizing this cruel truth made Song Kexing’s heart suddenly ache.

Though she no longer cared, she still felt sympathy for the naive girl she once was.

After taking a few seconds to compose herself, Song Kexing’s expression returned to its usual cold indifference.

[Alright, let’s go meet them!]

As soon as Song Kexing entered the living room, a cup flew straight at her head.

Thankfully, she dodged in time, or it would’ve surely left a mark on her face.

“You ungrateful daughter! Now you decide to come back! Where did you disappear to?”

Her father, Song Chengye, glared at her angrily.

When his eyes fell on the severe scars on her face, his expression stiffened.

His tone softened slightly: “You should’ve at least let us know before leaving. We’ve been worried sick. Dinner isn’t even ready.”

Worried about her?

Probably just worried because no one else would cook dinner.

Song Kexing’s face remained cold as she entered and sat on the only clean sofa.

Seeing her behavior, Song Chengye’s rage exploded:

“What’s with your attitude? I’m talking to you, and you still treat me like this? Don’t you even have any respect for your father?”

Song Kexing leaned back on the sofa, suddenly smiling:

“Are you sure you’re my father? You can’t see the damage to my face? Are you blind or just stupid? Even animals know to protect their own cubs, yet you pushed me out to take a knife. I don’t think you’re even as good as a pig or a dog!”

Hearing this, Song Chengye’s rage hit its peak:

“You ungrateful daughter! How dare you speak to me like that? Are you looking to die?”

With that, he slapped his hand toward her.

Before the slap could land, a woman in her thirties with an alluring air rushed in, holding Song Chengye’s arm, her voice soft and coaxing:

“Chengye, calm down. Kexing’s face is hurt. Be careful or you’ll hurt her!”

He Ling, his wife, outwardly sweet but inwardly vicious, had always been friendly when they were around outsiders.

Whenever they were alone, she would ruthlessly bully and scold Song Kexing.

But she was suddenly sweet-talking him now—certainly, there must be something she wanted.

Sure enough, she spoke the next moment:

“We’re going to have to hide in the basement for the next few days. Kexing will need to help bring us food. Don’t be rash.”

They had heard that there was a raid on their house, and there was a chance more people would show up in the coming days.

To stay safe, the family was planning to pretend they were abroad for a visit, not letting anyone know they were still in the city.

After all, the tickets to leave weren’t available until seven days from now. They just needed to get through these seven days, and they’d be free.

Song Chengye nodded: “You’re right.”

As a husband, he of course understood the meaning behind his wife’s words.

“Since your mother spoke up for you, I’ll let you off this time.”

He glared at Song Kexing in disgust:

“Go to the kitchen and cook dinner. The house is a mess. What is this, a pigsty?”