“Jianxiu, let go! Hurry! If you don’t let go now, he’s going to die!”

Hearing these words, Jianxiu finally snapped out of it.

With that, she tightened her grip on his throat before suddenly flinging him away with force…

“Bang…”

A loud crash echoed as his body hit the ground.

The fall was brutal—Zhang Zihua even let out a few weak coughs.

But he had no time to think. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he turned toward the doorway, desperate to run away.

It wasn’t surprising that he was so terrified—because just now, in Jianxiu’s eyes, he had seen nothing but murderous intent.

He genuinely feared that if he didn’t leave immediately, he might meet his end right then and there.

The killing intent in her eyes was too obvious.

If it weren’t for Third Brother’s wife stepping in to say a few words…

Seeing this, Jianxiu curled her lips into a smirk and said with a playful glint in her eyes, “Trying to run? You stole from my house, and you think you can just leave like that?”

With that, she took a swift step forward, closing the distance in an instant. She raised her right foot and viciously kicked his head.

“Bang…”

Another loud crash resounded. Everyone who heard it winced as if they could feel the pain themselves.

“How can you run away? Did you forget that your mother is still lying there? You’re not going to save her? Abandoning your own mother—how unfilial of you!” Jianxiu mocked.

This family had the audacity to lecture her about filial piety?

What a joke.

For Jian Xiu, filial piety was whatever she decided it to be. If she called it piety, it was piety.

If she called it blind obedience, then that’s exactly what it was.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Jianxiu suddenly stepped onto Zhang Zihua’s chest, pinning him down.

“You wanted pork, didn’t you? Well, once you’re dead, your mother will surely offer you two pieces—half fat, half lean. Tell me, do you want to die? I’ll let you in on a little secret—once you’re in the underworld, there’ll be plenty of wild boar meat for you. Want me to send you there?”

Sure enough, the moment he heard this, Zhang Zihua trembled violently and shook his head frantically.

His face was covered in snot and tears—so pitiful that even Jianxiu found it disgusting.

“You don’t want to die? What, don’t even have the guts for that? Hm? Or do you think my food is something you’re entitled to?”

As she spoke, Jianxiu suddenly swung the stick in her hand—

“Bang!”

“Ahhh—” Zhang Zihua screamed, instinctively reaching to clutch his leg.

But before he could move, Jianxiu ruthlessly pressed down on his chest again, completely pinning him in place.

Seeing this, she showed no hint of mercy and casually remarked,

“You really think you’re something, huh? Let me tell you now—no matter what, even if the entire Zhangjia Village feasts on my pork, you will never get a single bite.”

“Wait, no—I almost forgot. Right now, you’re not even Zhang Zihua. You’re just a thief. Everything you’ve done in my house today is theft.”

As she spoke, the pressure from her foot did not ease one bit.

On the contrary, Zhang Zihua could feel her force increasing little by little.

It was painful—agonizing even—but he didn’t dare beg for mercy. He feared that if he so much as opened his mouth, she would press down even harder.

It was at this moment that Zhang Zihua finally realized…

This situation was far more serious than he had imagined.

The woman before him—she was terrifying, like a vengeful spirit from the depths of hell.

For the first time, he was truly afraid.

He even started to think—was he really going to die at her hands today?

But then, he remembered his connection to Zhang Zixuan. No matter what, wasn’t he still his second brother?

With that thought, he mustered up the courage to grip Jianxiu’s foot, still pressing against his chest, and said,

“You… You shouldn’t go too far. If this gets out, it won’t look good for anyone.”

Hearing this, Jianxiu almost laughed in anger.

She had thought Zhang Zihua had finally realized how serious this situation was.

But clearly, he was still utterly clueless.

She had really overestimated his intelligence.

And the way he said it—so self-assured—almost made her burst into laughter.

“Don’t worry,” Jianxiu said with a bright smile. “This will get out.”

That much was certain. She never intended to keep this quiet.

This time, she would make sure he suffered a fitting punishment.

And she would strike before he even had the chance to react.

“Jianxiu, what do you mean by that? Don’t—Ahhh—!”

Before he could finish, he was cut off—because Jianxiu clearly had no intention of letting him speak.

The pressure from her foot increased once again.

If he weren’t desperately holding onto his last shred of composure, Zhang Zihua might have thought she was actually trying to crush him to death.

“Want me to lift my foot?” Seeing his face turn red, Jianxiu tilted her head, pretending to be concerned.

Sure enough, as soon as she said this, Zhang Zihua’s head lifted slightly—clearly, he wanted to nod.

Seeing this, Jianxiu let out a cold chuckle before slowly asking,

“Tell me—which hand did you use to hit him? Hm?”

The last “hm” was so light that if someone wasn’t standing close, they wouldn’t have heard it at all.

Zhang Zihua stared at her in a daze, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to speak but didn’t dare to.

He wanted to say something but was too afraid—his cowardice was written all over his face.

Well, that was no surprise.

With parents like Old Madam Liu and Zhang Laotou, how could he have turned out any better?

Thinking of this, Jianxiu spoke again,

“Now, I’m not an unreasonable person. If you answer honestly, maybe I’ll consider—”

“Right hand! It was my right hand! I hit him with my right hand!” Zhang Zihua didn’t even let her finish before blurting it out.

The way he rushed to answer, as if afraid he’d be too late, was almost laughable.

Jianxiu looked down at his right hand, her gaze cold and indifferent.

But she didn’t act immediately.

Instead, she spoke again, “Your right hand, huh? And what about your foot? You didn’t kick him?”

“K-kick?” Zhang Zihua tried to recall.

Then, as if remembering something, he quickly added, “That first kick—it wasn’t mine! It was Eldest Brother’s! Yes, yes, Eldest Brother kicked him first!”

“Oh? So you’re saying you didn’t kick him at all?” Jianxiu mused.

“It doesn’t matter. Even if you don’t tell me, once Zixuan wakes up, he’ll explain everything. And then—”

“No, no! Eldest Brother kicked first! I remember now! He kicked him from behind, knocked over his wheelchair, and then I joined in!”

“So, you did kick him?”

“Yes! Yes, I did! It was my right foot! I used my right foot to kick him—Ahhh!”

Who hit first? Who hit second? He didn’t even remember anymore.