Chapter 412 Paying Back for All the Beatings He Endured

Song Yaozu was extremely unwilling to accept this.

He struggled for a moment, but found that he couldn't break free from the police's control at all, so he gritted his teeth and started shouting.

"Are you police officers just sitting around doing nothing? Why are you keeping me detained instead of helping my parents? Can't you see how badly they've been beaten?"

"Let me tell you, don't be fooled by that bitch! What that bitch Song Zhaodi said isn't true. My parents are innocent, and these messes have nothing to do with them!"

"The whole baby swap thing was all Song Zhaodi and Xie Wanying's doing. You can't blame my parents!"

"Back then, it was that slut Song Zhaodi who willingly debase herself, crying and begging to come to my house and become my parents' daughter."

"She...she's been beaten into a mental state by her abusive husband, that's why she's talking nonsense. You can't believe what a mentally ill person says!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Xie Mingzhu, gritting his teeth and laughing viciously.

"Song Zhaodi, do you think you can get away with spouting nonsense and getting people to back you up? You're just born to be a worthless person! No matter how much you struggle, it's useless!"

"A jinx like you, no matter whose house you go to, will only bring them bad luck."

"If it weren't for our family's kindness in taking you in for so many years and bringing you bad luck, our family would have become rich and powerful long ago. Would you still be here swaggering around like this?"

He then turned to look at Huang Meiling and Xie Wenyuan.

"And you two, do you really think you've struck gold? If you take her back today, your whole family will be cursed, ruined, and die a violent death because of this jinx!"

Song Yaozu rattled off almost every word he knew that could describe someone's bad luck.

Xie Mingzhu listened to every word, her face icy cold.

She had heard these words countless times since she was a child, but she had never been as angry as she was now.

Even at this point, Song Yaozu is still desperately trying to salvage the situation by using these words and defaming her in this way...

Hearing these words, Xie Mingzhu felt as if she had been pulled into those difficult and tragic times by an invisible hand.

An indescribable feeling of suffocation enveloped her.

How could Huang Meiling possibly tolerate others slandering her daughter like that?

She gave a cold laugh.

"Fine, I was so busy dealing with your parents that I didn't even get to deal with you. You can't wait any longer, can you?!"

Huang Meiling rolled up her sleeves, ready to take action, when she saw Xie Mingzhu suddenly move her feet and turn in a different direction.

Huang Meiling was stunned for a moment. Song Yaozu thought that Song Zhaodi had been discouraged by what he had just said and had fled in a panic. He smiled smugly.

"You damned woman, at least you have the self-awareness to know you're a jinx and are too embarrassed to show your face in front of others anymore, huh?"

"Let me tell you, a jinx like you should have died long ago. Our family took you in for so many years out of the blue. If it were anyone else..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yaozu heard a whooshing sound whistling past his ear.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp, stinging pain scraped across the skin of my back.

The pain spread from his left shoulder to his right waist, as if a strip of skin had been scraped off. Song Yaozu grimaced in pain, writhing violently like a worm.

He turned his head sharply and saw that the person standing behind him was actually Song Zhaodi.

Song Yaozu immediately shouted at the top of his lungs in anger—

"Song Zhaodi, what are you trying to do? Are you tired of living? Believe me or not..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xie Mingzhu raised her hand and lashed out with the rattan cane again—

This time, the blow was even harder than before, and Song Yaozu jumped up in pain, forcing out tears.

Xie Mingzhu walked around to him expressionlessly and waved the rattan cane in front of him.

“Look closely, this rattan cane is the one you used to beat me with.”

“In the past, whenever you had any troubles, you would take it out on me, saying that my bad luck was bringing you misfortune, and you would keep whipping me with this vine, saying that you were cleaning me up.”

Xie Mingzhu gave a ridiculous, cold laugh.

"What 'unlucky ghost reincarnated' or 'jinx reincarnated' are just accusations you've made against me to find excuses to abuse me."

“You’ve hit me over a thousand times over the years, and I remember them all.”

"Today is the day to return it to you!"

Xie Mingzhu's eyes were icy cold as she approached step by step.

"Since you're so impatient, let's start with you."

Song Yaozu was momentarily stunned by Xie Mingzhu's imposing presence.

He had never seen Song Zhaodi like this before.

Wasn't she always so timid and submissive, never daring to disagree with anything she said?

By the time he came to his senses, Xie Mingzhu had already raised the rattan cane high in her hand and lashed it down at him without hesitation.

Song Yaozu's eyes widened, and he twisted his body frantically, desperately trying to dodge.

However, there was no way to avoid it; the vines came down like blades, slicing down on him.

This time, accompanied by a teeth-grinding whistling sound, it was faster and more ruthless than the previous two attacks.

After the cane struck, Song Yaozu thought Song Zhaodi would stop, but she didn't.

The vines fell down one after another like raindrops, and Song Yaozu felt as if his entire body was being scraped with a knife.

He instinctively twisted his body frantically to avoid the vines, but then the vines fell even harder and hurt more.

Song Yaozu was spoiled by his parents from a young age. He never did anything, couldn't lift a finger, and had hardly ever been exposed to the sun, let alone been beaten.

Those two blows almost killed him!

"Aaaaah, Song Zhaodi, you bitch, you still won't stop! I'm going to kill you!"

Xie Mingzhu sneered.

"When you used to beat me with rattan canes to vent your anger and make fun of me, did you ever think that I also felt pain?"

"What goes around comes around, and now it's your turn to taste this bitter fruit."

"You want to kill me? Try it!"

Xie Mingzhu raised her hand high, using almost all her strength, striking again and again, giving Song Yaozu no chance to catch his breath.

Song Yaozu was like a fish whose scales had been forcibly scraped off; he thrashed about wildly, screaming and yelling until his voice was hoarse.

The two police officers couldn't hold him at all. As soon as they let go, Song Yaozu fell to the ground and rolled around desperately while clutching his arms.

Xie Mingzhu's emotions, which started out calm and indifferent, gradually spiraled out of control as she vented her frustration with each slap.

With each movement of her hand, the scenes of various forms of abuse she had suffered flashed through her mind like a movie.

During the years she lived in the Song family, when she was first beaten, she wondered what she had done wrong and what she had done to upset her family so that she would be beaten like this.

But as she grew older, she gradually realized that it wasn't her fault at all.