Chapter 188 A Despicable Person

Both palms were covered in blood and flesh, with the skin torn and blood seeping out in dense beads.

Some have already solidified into small lumps, while others are still slowly seeping out.

Zou Qiuyue's eyes immediately reddened, and her voice trembled.

"Are you stupid! You fell so hard, doesn't it hurt? Why didn't you say a word!"

She took a clean handkerchief out of her pocket and carefully placed it in Song Xiaomei's palm.

"Song Xiaomei! What are you doing here?!"

Zhang Kesheng's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

His eyes widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Yang Xiaohong was rolling and screaming on the ground when the name "Song Xiaomei" instantly entered her mind.

She suddenly looked up, her wet eyes fixed on the woman being helped.

Song Xiaomei stared at the man in front of her who had slept with her for three or four years.

The face that once smiled at her and kissed her in the dead of night was now filled with shock and fear.

A chill ran from the top of her head all the way down to her feet.

It turns out that in his heart, she had long since become "trouble that shouldn't have appeared."

Congratulations! Congratulations on the birth of your son!

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kesheng's expression changed drastically, and his fingers clenched into fists.

Zhang's mother reacted even more strongly.

She sprang up from the ground with a "whoosh," glaring fiercely at Song Xiaomei.

They all understood.

This isn't congratulations; it's exposing someone's shortcomings in public.

Zhang Kesheng stood there, his lips pressed tightly together, his breathing heavy.

His eyes were bloodshot as his gaze swept over Song Xiaomei's face inch by inch.

That's not the look you give an ex-lover.

Instead, we're looking at an enemy.

Zhang's mother's face turned red, spittle flew everywhere, and she cursed.

"You wretch! You jinx! You can't even rest in peace after you've died, daring to cause trouble in my house!"

She raised her arm high and slapped Song Xiaomei across the face.

Zou Qiuyue's eyes turned cold, and she swung her arm.

With a "slap," a slap landed on Zhang's mother's face.

That slap was swift, decisive, and powerful.

The crisp sound was particularly jarring in the noisy scene.

Zhang's mother was slapped so hard that her head turned to the side.

His cheeks instantly swelled up and turned red, and a trace of blood even seeped from his mouth.

"You shameless old man, try swearing again! Watch your mouth!"

Zou Qiuyue stepped forward, looked down at Zhang's mother, and angrily rebuked her.

"Who gave you permission to insult my daughter? Even your ungrateful dog knows better than you!"

Zhang's mother covered her face, rolling on the ground and shouting.

"Murder! Someone's been beaten to death! These outsiders ganged up on me! Oh my god! What terrible things have I done?!"

She cried and pounded the ground, her hair disheveled and her appearance completely ruined.

"Good heavens! Is there no justice in this world?! I'm an honest, law-abiding person, I never dare to step on an ant, how could I have gotten myself into this mess? That crazy woman beat me so badly, my whole body aches, she hit me so hard, her nails dug into my flesh!"

"What's even more outrageous is that the hospital actually switched my chubby grandson with someone else's child! Isn't this trying to kill me?! Is there no law anymore?! The police came but didn't care, they just pretended to be deaf and dumb, and I have nowhere to voice my grievances!"

Her voice was high-pitched and shrill.

The patients and their families around all frowned and moved away in disgust.

Many people were secretly wondering about it.

This old lady is such a troublemaker; anyone who has her as a neighbor is doomed.

"Comrade, what exactly is going on? Please calm down and let's talk this out."

A young policeman struggled to squeeze through the crowd.

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

While surveying the surroundings, he made a reassuring gesture with his hand.

Zou Qiuyue sneered and immediately raised her voice even louder.

“I am Zhang Kesheng’s mother-in-law! My daughter, Yang Xiaomei, worked so hard to marry into the Zhang family, doing laundry, cooking, and serving his mother every day. And what did she get in return? This good-for-nothing husband cheated on her with another woman and even secretly had a son with her! My heart broke when I heard about this!”

“I came all this way, not to argue, but to offer my congratulations! To add to the Zhang family’s joy! But they are shameless and instead bully my daughter, even trying to ruin her reputation with such a vicious method as switching children! Where is justice?!”

She stared intently at Zhang Kesheng, her eyes filled with contempt and anger.

Zhang Kesheng held his chin high and shouted loudly with a self-righteous air.

“My wife can’t have children, that’s her own fault! If a woman can’t even have children, how can she expect a man to stay with her for life? My Zhang family has been carrying on the family line for generations, are we going to have our ancestral line cut off because of a useless woman who can’t have children?”

"Am I wrong? I didn't take a concubine, and I didn't kick her out. I've already done more than enough! What's wrong with having a son? It's to continue the Zhang family line, it's a great thing! What do you know!"

The corridor fell silent the moment those words were spoken.

Everyone stared in shock.

Then, a torrent of curses erupted like a pot boiling over.

"Is this something a human being would say? He's the one who's indecent and he blames his wife!"

"Men like that should go to jail!"

"Being unable to have a child is an illness that needs treatment! How can you insult your wife like that!"

"His mother is too wicked. She points at her daughter-in-law's nose every day and berates her for being unfilial!"

Even the policeman frowned, his face darkening, finding the words utterly disgusting.

But Zhang Kesheng looked smug, with a smirk on his face.

Just then, Song Lei, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.

He rushed over in a few steps, suddenly raised his right foot, and kicked Zhang Kesheng hard in the back of the knee.

With a dull thud, Zhang Kesheng had no time to react and fell to his knees with a thud.

His knees slammed onto the cold floor, the pain making his eyes roll back.

All I could do was hiss and gasp for air.

Song Xiaomei and Zou Qiuyue were so frightened that their hearts were in their throats.

They rushed forward and supported Song Lei's arms on either side.

Song Xiaomei's voice trembled.

"Dad, don't be impulsive! You're still injured!"

Song Lei looked at them, shook his head gently, and indicated that he was fine.

He stood ramrod straight, his gaze slowly sweeping over Zhang Kesheng, who was groaning on the ground, clutching his knees.

And there was Zhang's mother, still cursing and swearing, her voice low and somber.

“You piece of trash, what right do you have to offer incense? People like you are full of ignorance, selfishness and filth. Even if you have ten or eight sons, they will only be worms raised in mud, only bringing disaster to the world and defiling the bloodline.”

He paused, his voice growing even colder.

"You say my daughter can't have children? That's a problem with her body. She should get treatment and rest as needed. But instead of helping her, you humiliate her, torture her, and treat her like a breeding machine!"

"With this kind of upbringing and family values, what good things can they possibly produce? Mother and daughter are cut from the same cloth, each more vicious and ignorant than the other!"

When Zhang's mother saw her son being beaten and kneeling on the ground, she went mad.

She jumped to her feet, baring her teeth and claws, ready to pounce on Song Lei, screaming her...

"You dare hit my son! I'll fight you to the death!"

But before she could get close, the policeman swiftly grabbed her.

"Enough! If you keep causing trouble, I'll take you to the police station! This is a hospital! Not a place for you to throw a tantrum!"

Zhang Kesheng curled up on the ground, clutching his knee, in so much pain he could barely speak.