Volume One, Chapter 10: Making the Scoundrel Family Eat Dust!

Su Jinxia listened to his curses and oaths, finding them quite amusing. Yet, on second thought, she acknowledged that retribution truly exists in this world; otherwise, how could she have been given a second chance to change what had yet to happen?

The man's chest was so firm beneath her delicate hand that she didn’t know where to place it. Unconsciously, her hand slid downward, touching the chiseled eight-pack abs.

Feeling his body tense even more, she slowly lifted her gaze and saw his face devoid of any expression, looking rather fierce. Then she noticed his earlobes, flushed a startling shade of red—it turned out he was blushing.

Only his dark skin had masked it somewhat.

How embarrassing!

For a moment, she forgot to cry.

Zhao Yue looked at the young lady’s pitiful appearance, tears still clinging to her cheeks. He couldn’t help but reach out to wipe them away, realizing at that moment he had crossed a boundary.

How could he casually touch a young girl’s face?

“I’m sorry,” Su Jinxia slowly withdrew her hand, feeling a twinge of regret that it had lasted only so briefly.

But this man was impressive—good-looking, well-built, and exceptionally gentle.

Zhao Yue said, “It’s okay. Just don’t cry anymore.”

He didn’t quite know how to speak with the young lady. Being a rough man himself, he found it impossible to believe such a fragile girl would lie.

Ma Cheng, watching the two crying so miserably, felt his sense of justice waver again. He reached out to strike Song Jianping’s head but, noticing his injuries, shifted his aim and punched his shoulder instead.

“Are you even human? Cursing and swearing like that! If heaven has eyes, it should have taken you away long ago.”

“Director! What do you mean by that? Do you think my wounds are for nothing? They’re all liars, and that man is in cahoots with them. Didn’t you see them hugging each other?”

Song Jianping seethed inwardly. He had laid a trap but ended up helping this guy, a hero saving the damsel.

Had he known it would turn out this way, he wouldn’t have acted so rashly.

Ma Cheng said, “Do you think I’m blind? Do you think I don’t know what’s really going on? I see you’re badly hurt, so hurry up and confess everything, accept medical treatment. You understand the principle: honest confession gets leniency, resistance brings severity!”

“What now, do you want me to take you back in custody too?”

Song Jianping was furious. He had tried to seize a chance only to make things worse.

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and an elderly man and woman, roughly in their fifties or sixties, rushed in. Their tattered clothes made them look like beggars from the street.

Su Jinxia’s murderous impulse surged again—these old couple were Song Jianping’s parents.

They were fiercely protective. Whenever Song Jianping beat her at home, the old man would stand guard at the door. If outsiders came asking, they would say the couple had simply quarreled—“bedhead fights, bedfoot reconciliations”—and told them not to meddle.

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