Yang Ruohuai burst into louder tears when he saw his mother coming out, but this time, he didn’t sit on the ground to cry. Instead, he stood up, pointing at Yang Ruxin and her brother while crying, "Mother, it’s these two wretches. Hit them, beat them with the rattan stick, whip these cheap goods to death ..."
In reality, the way of interacting within the Yang Family had been deeply ingrained in his heart. It was a pattern where all his cousins from the first house, whether they were older or younger, male or female, could be beaten and scolded by anyone who was unhappy. Even though his eldest cousin had beaten him before, his memory was mostly filled with scenes of their nanny disciplining them, with the few from the first house cowering in fear. Therefore, when he saw them today, he instinctively wanted to bully them, picking up a half-cut radish butt and throwing it their way, but what he didn’t expect was ...
... that the radish butt would hit his own forehead, and it hurt so much ...
Feng Caie then looked towards Yang Ruxin, meaning to continue her tirade, but when she remembered how the gleaming knife almost cut into her own body, she felt a deep fear from the bottom of her heart, managing only to force a wry smile.
Seeing that his mother wasn’t disciplining them immediately as he had expected, Yang Ruohuai grew even more displeased, ramming his head into Feng Caie’s stomach and making her stagger, "Mother, hurry up and hit them. Sell Yang Dani into the brothel, let thousands upon thousands of people ..." He often heard his mother talking about selling Yang Dani into a brothel for thousands to mount and touch, but he couldn’t remember the whole thing, so he left his sentence unfinished.
Yang Ruxin’s face grew darker. Although what was said wasn’t clear, she could guess the content. It seemed Feng’s schemes against her were quite frequent. It appeared she had been too kind throwing Feng into a filthy ditch before.
Feng Caie hadn’t expected her son to blurt out such words and looked at Yang Ruxin somewhat awkwardly, "Kids say the darnedest things ..."
Yang Ruxin looked back at Feng Caie with a smirk, pondering whether to trick her into a sack or to hit her from behind with a club ...
Feng Caie felt a chill run through her body under Yang Ruxin’s gaze.
"You’re the wretch, you’re the one who deserves to be sold for money," Xiaofeng spoke up defiantly, "You’re just a maggot, a piece of trash."
"You dare to insult me?" Yang Ruohuai’s displeasure surged instantly. No matter how much he acted up in the past, this little cousin never dared say a word. Now he dared to talk back? Unacceptable. He had to teach this brat a lesson himself and immediately broke free from Feng’s grasp, stomping his way over.
Xiaofeng glanced nervously at Yang Ruxin.
"Go ahead, hit hard those who don’t know respect," Yang Ruxin let go, handing over the wine jar he had been holding. Yang Ruohuai was asking for it, but for her to hit a five-year-old would be picking on the little guy, so it was better to let four-year-old Xiaofeng do it, "Hit as hard as you can. If anything happens, your big sister will take the fall."
Xiaofeng, who used to be small and skinny, had been beaten by Yang Ruohuai many times and never dared to cry. But in the past month or so, as the family’s living conditions improved and with continuous martial arts training under Gu Yao, both his height and strength had increased significantly. With the thoughts instilled by Yang Ruxin, he didn’t fall short when facing Yang Ruohuai this time. In fact, he landed a kick in the other’s belly straight away.
Yang Ruohuai yelped, bending forward and falling to the ground, crying loudly.
Xiaofeng then straddled him, swinging his little fists and punching away.
"You little devil, how dare you hit my son?" Feng, seeing her son at a disadvantage, immediately rushed forward.