Chapter 7: A Good Show Awaits Her Opening Act

Song Kexing’s stark black-and-white eyes stared straight ahead.

Auntie Zhang was so startled by that look that her heart jumped in fright.

Once she recovered, fury blazed across her face.

This little brat actually dared to scare her—she’s grown bold!

“You vixen! Running around cheating with men and still don’t want people talking about it? Trying to threaten me? Watch how I beat you to death!”

As she shouted, Auntie Zhang raised her rough hand to slap Song Kexing.

Song Kexing lifted an eyebrow.

She swiftly raised her leg—

And landed a solid kick right in the solar plexus, sending Auntie Zhang flying.

“Ow! My poor old waist! You wretched little slut, how dare you hit me!”

Auntie Zhang lay on the ground, cursing like a madwoman.

Song Kexing strode over and slapped her across the head.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, she dragged her to the wall and slammed her head against it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In just a moment, Auntie Zhang’s head was gushing blood, and she was howling in pain.

“Still got more to say?”

“N-no, I won’t say anything! Please, let me go!”

“Who’s the vixen?”

“It’s not you… it’s not you…”

Song Kexing gave her a fierce slap.

“I’ll ask you again—who’s the real vixen?”

“I—it’s me! It’s me!”

“Who’s out there cheating?”

“…I—I was just making things up. Please have mercy…”

Song Kexing punched her in the face again and again, her expression fierce:

“Don’t make me ask a second time. Who’s really out there cheating?!”

“Wuwuwu… It’s me… It’s me… Please stop hitting me…”

Song Kexing finally stopped her fists and asked with a smile:

“Then who’s the filthy, rotten-hearted slut?”

Auntie Zhang shrank back, answering timidly, “It’s me…”

Song Kexing pointed into the distance and commanded:

“See that big tree over there?

Stand under it and yell three times that you’re a cheating vixen and a rotten-hearted slut, and I’ll let you go.”

“Ah…”

Auntie Zhang was dumbfounded.

This area was surrounded by the residential quarters of the department store and hospital staff.

Though they were currently in a hidden alley, which explained why no one came despite the commotion—

That tree was right on the main road, always bustling with people.

If she shouted that over there, everyone would hear it.

Worse yet, cheating was no small matter—what if someone reported it?

“I can’t say those things, it’ll ruin my reputation! If my old man hears, he’ll beat me to death!”

Song Kexing sneered, “So you do know it’ll ruin your name. Then how did you have the nerve to spread those rumors about me?”

Auntie Zhang froze, mouth agape, not knowing what to say.

She deeply regretted it—if she had known Song Kexing was this crazy, she’d never have provoked her.

“I’ll give you five seconds to decide. Are you going or not?”

Song Kexing stared at her, the tear at the corner of her mouth stretching into a chilling grin:

“If you don’t, I’ll come to your house tonight and set it on fire. I’ll burn your whole family alive.”

Auntie Zhang’s pupils shrank: “Murder’s illegal! You can’t—”

She wanted to say that Song Kexing didn’t have the guts—but the words stuck in her throat.

“Five seconds are up.” Song Kexing smiled as she grabbed her hair again, slamming her toward the wall:

“Let’s see what kills you first—my fists now, or fire tonight.”

“I’ll go! I’ll go!”

Auntie Zhang was trembling all over in fear.

This girl is insane! Completely insane!

Auntie Zhang didn’t dare go toe-to-toe with a lunatic.

She figured she’d just go over, shout a few things quickly, and then slip away.

But then a chilling voice crept into her ear:

“If you don’t say it exactly like I told you to, I’ll crawl onto your bed tonight, stab your eyes out with scissors, and burn your whole family.”

…

Not far away, beneath the big tree—

“I’m a cheating vixen! A rotten-hearted slut!”

Under the astonished gazes of passersby, Auntie Zhang’s face flushed red as she shouted it three times, then covered her face and ran off in a breakdown.

Song Kexing watched the farce with satisfaction, then turned to leave.

If the knife’s not in your own flesh, you’ll never feel the pain.

Auntie Zhang would pay for her reckless words!

…

After leaving, Song Kexing turned off onto another shaded path.

There was a reason she had been taking back alleys today.

Before long, a slick-looking delinquent came walking her way.

As soon as he saw her, he whistled:

“Long time no see, Sister Song. Where you off to? Want big bro to tag along?”

Song Kexing curled her lips. Great—another one delivering himself to her doorstep.

Back when the original host lived under suffocating pressure at home, she’d often take the alleyways for some air, walking to the park and riverside.

To get there, she had to pass through this shaded path.

Everything had been fine for years, until about six months ago when this sleazeball suddenly showed up.

At first, he only dared whistle at a distance.

But after realizing the original host was timid and wouldn’t fight back, he got bolder, spewing all sorts of disgusting comments.

Since the original host had been oppressed and abused by her family from a young age, she never dared speak out—especially about something that could ruin her reputation.

As a result, the sleazeball became more and more brazen—he even dared touch her face.

The original host had been so terrified, she gave up her walks entirely. She hadn’t stepped out in the last two months.

This time, Song Kexing deliberately chose this path—just to run into him.

“Oh dear, what happened to your face? Looks like it hurts—want big bro to blow on it?”

The sleazeball’s eyes leered over her body.

Tsk tsk, hadn’t seen her in two months, and the girl had gotten even curvier.

So what if her pretty face was ruined? Even without it, he could still play with the rest—once the lights were off, they all looked the same.

“Yeah, it hurts real bad. Come on, blow on it.”

Song Kexing’s face showed no emotion.

But the sleazeball couldn’t hide his excitement.

“Oh baby, you’ve finally come around! So sweet!”

He rubbed his hands together, chuckling lewdly, and rushed toward her.

Before he could get close, a leg shot out—

And landed a direct hit between his legs!

“AAAAHHHHH!”

The sleazeball clutched his crotch, dropped to his knees, and howled like a pig being slaughtered.

Song Kexing had used her full strength.

She could lift 500 pounds—of course the kick was brutal.

The guy’s baby-making parts were instantly destroyed. That’s why he screamed so miserably.

Before long, he passed out from the pain.

Song Kexing walked up and stomped hard on his left hand, crushing the bones.

That hand had dared touch her face.

Disgusting thing—it deserved to be wrecked!

Vengeance complete, Song Kexing hummed a little tune and headed toward the lakeside park.

There was still one more good show waiting for her opening act~