The doorbell rang. It must be Song Huadong returning.

Mr. Song heard the door open and jumped to his feet, his hands clenched into fists.

Is this preparation for a fight?

Song Yan found it a pleasant surprise; his father was too easily swayed. Perhaps this was a reaction to being overly oppressed.

"Dad, don't worry. Watch me handle it in a bit. I'll show you how I deal with him." Song Yan's tone was particularly firm, as if he already had Song Huadong in his grasp.

We can't let Song's father go in recklessly. They're all of one mind; with Song Huadong and Song Huaqing's family on top of that, Song's father will be wiped out in no time. Song Yan has to achieve a resounding victory in the first battle to show him and boost his confidence.

“There are so many of them. You can’t beat them. Let me go, they won’t dare to kill me.” Song’s father was prepared to be beaten, which was… commendable courage.

"They didn't get the better of me today, so it doesn't matter if there's one more Song Huadong. There are techniques to fighting, watch me. I learned a little bit in the countryside. Don't lend a hand unless I ask for your help. Hide your anger first, then strike unexpectedly when they're unprepared, right?" Song's father was educated, so he understood his daughter's words, and she spoke with such eloquence and skill.

"Song Yan, you little brat, come out here!" Song Huadong shouted.

"Watch me!" Song Yan led his father out.

Song's mother tensed up, "Xiaoyan, be careful, her father..."

Mr. Song clenched his fists nervously. Song Yan quickly said, "Close the door and wait for me!"

Seeing his niece and second brother come out of the door, Song Huadong didn't even give them a proper look, glancing at them sideways. "You little brat. You've only been gone a few days and you dare to talk back to your grandma. You wrecked the house, you deserve a beating! Go kowtow to your grandma and apologize!" As he spoke, he reached out to grab Song Yan's collar.

Song Yan turned around and found nothing. "My grandma wants to see me so soon? Then I'll go see her."

Song Yan strode forward to open the door to the main room. As she opened it, she thought to herself, "I was originally a refined and scholarly doctor, but today I've broken new ground in both my past and present lives—all I do is tear things apart." She added, "After I finish dealing with this behind me, I need to reflect on my actions. I should try to avoid tearing things apart; I'm not a shrew."

As soon as Song Yan entered the room, he saw Old Madam Song sitting in the middle, with the others sitting around her. When she saw Song Yan, Old Madam Song turned her head to the side and snorted coldly.

Song Yan sighed inwardly. They were really used to bullying people. After what happened today, they still thought they could control him. Who gave them the courage!

Song Yan pulled up a stool and sat down. "What's wrong now, so late at night?"

"Is there a place for you to sit?" Song Huadong grabbed a chair and sat down. "You're so spoiled... ah!"

Song Huadong sat down, but Song Yan kicked the stool away and he sat on the ground.

Song Yan had tricked him, so Song Huadong got up to hit her. He missed with the first slap, then tried a second. Song Yan glanced at her father, who was clearly distressed, his eyes glaring angrily, seemingly protective of his daughter. He was probably waiting for Song Yan to call him.

Song Yan felt a little relieved; there was indeed hope!

Song Huadong was furious, and Song Yan seemed terrified and kept dodging. Only his aunt was in the corner, so it was her.

Song Yan retreated to his aunt's side, but there was nowhere left to retreat to, and his aunt was also trapped in the corner and could not get out.

"Where do you think you're going to hide?" Song Huadong roared.

"No!" Song's father couldn't help but rush over. But he was too slow.

"Slap!" Song Huadong slapped him across the face.

With Song Yan's agility, it would be a miracle if Song Huadong could hit her. She dodged and hit her aunt behind her. Moreover, fearing that Song Huadong's arms weren't long enough to hit her, Song Yan even pulled him forward a little.

"Ouch!" Auntie covered her face in a daze.

Another cry of "Ouch!" Song Huadong was kicked to the ground by his good-for-nothing second brother.

"Oh dear, my son!" The old lady rushed over to pull Song Huadong away, and then hit Song's father, "You've really made something of yourself, haven't you? You've even hit your own brother?" A slap landed on his face.

Song Yan stood sideways next to his aunt, saying, "It's wrong for a brother-in-law to hit his sister-in-law. What's wrong with my dad intervening?"

The old lady wouldn't stop; her precious child had been beaten!

The tray holding the cups was a round metal plate. Song Yan grabbed the plate, and the cups on it fell to the ground. The plate was perfect for blocking the old lady's slap.

"Slap! Ouch!" The old lady felt the pain, but it didn't stop her anger. She slapped again. "Slap! Ouch!" And again. "Slap! Ouch!"

Grandma Song couldn't dodge the iron plate in Song Yan's hand. She strained, and her hand hurt terribly!

Song Huadong had just recovered from the pain and then punched Song's father.

"Ah! Bang!" Song Yan used the thermos to block Song Huadong's fist. The thermos was knocked away and shattered into pieces.

Song Huadong's hand also hurts.

"What are you doing? Stop, stop!" The aunt didn't care about the pain in her face.

Song Huadong had never taken his spineless second brother seriously. He was determined to get revenge for the huge loss he had suffered. He picked up a stool and was about to swing it.

A framed square mirror hung on the wall, with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Song Yan pulled the mirror over and held it in front of his father, as if to say: "Go ahead and hit me, I'll use this mirror to chop you up."

Song Cheng's wife saw Song Yan pulling the mirror and couldn't stop him. Song Yan was too fast.

"Stop them!" the aunt shouted.

Everything in this house that was broken belonged to her family. So much stuff was smashed again!

"I can't live like this! It's smashed three times a day!" Aunt cried, sobbing loudly.

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