These words struck a nerve with Pei Yurou.

Her face turned pale, but she was tormented by the increasingly intense itching all over her body and could not speak.

All they could do was stomp their feet and spin around in place.

He was nowhere near as arrogant as he had been just moments before.

Just as Pei Yurou was about to retort to Shen Qingtang, an itch suddenly burst forth on her leg, spreading throughout her body.

Within moments, a patch of red, swollen bumps appeared on her exposed neck and arms, densely packed and shocking to behold.

"It itches...it itches so much!" She had never suffered like this before, and tears streamed down her face from the pain.

He scratched wildly at his body with his hands, his fingernails scraping his skin.

Soon, bloody marks were left, and even his face was scratched raw, and he was on the verge of being disfigured.

Everyone around was stunned.

No one can explain how this perfectly healthy person suddenly turned into this.

Only Pei Nian'an clenched her fists, secretly glancing at Shen Qingtang, a knowing look flashing in her eyes.

Pei Yurou was still wailing, scratching and cursing, "It's all this little bastard's fault! He's bad luck! My father shouldn't have let my older brother pick him up back then!"

That's absolutely true.

Pei Wuwang had always treated her kindly, and she was always the first to receive any good things.

But ever since he picked up Pei Nian'an, Pei Wuwang has focused more of his attention on the child.

She naturally received less.

She had long hated Pei Nian'an and had bullied him in secret, calling him a bastard was a common occurrence for her.

Now that she's fallen into this predicament, she's venting all her resentment on her children.

"What are you crying for?" A sharp child's voice broke in; it was Jiaojiao, who was being protected in Lu Jin's arms.

She leaned out, pointed at Pei Nian'an, and cursed, "I think it's not him who's unlucky, it's that woman Shen Qingtang who's unlucky! But this little bastard isn't any better!"

Although she was young, her mouth was full of foul language, and the malice in her eyes was even more blatant than that of Pei Yurou.

Lu Jin didn't stop her, but just frowned and glanced at Pei Yurou, who was covered in bumps.

They clearly felt it was unlucky.

Shen Qingtang's eyes turned cold, and she was about to speak.

But then Pei Nian'an suddenly raised her head, her face flushed red, and for the first time, she roared at someone, "I'm not a bastard! My father is a good man! You're not allowed to curse him!"

"My aunt was a good person too!"

Although he was young, his voice carried a stubborn and fierce quality.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back.

Shen Qingtang divided the two prepared carts.

One car was reserved for his grandfather and parents.

He handed the other car to Pei Nian'an and whispered, "Take your father upstairs to rest."

As soon as the arrangements were made, Lu Jin rushed over.

Pointing his finger at Shen Qingtang, he demanded, "Shen Qingtang! Where's the cart? My mother has trouble walking and needs it! Don't you have any respect for your elders?"

His eyes widened in anger, his face contorted with rage, and his tone was authoritative and stern: "Don't forget, you're a member of the Lu family! It's your duty to serve my mother well!"

Lin Peirou, following closely behind, chimed in softly, "Sister-in-law, Brother Lu Jin is really worried. Aunt is getting old and can't take any more stress..."

Before he could finish speaking, two crisp sounds rang out in succession: "Snap! Snap!"

Shen Qingtang slapped Lu Jin across the face, then raised her hand to slap Lin Peirou across the face. The movements were swift and decisive, full of force.

Jiaojiao, who was standing next to her, shrank back in fright and was about to open her mouth to curse.

Shen Qingtang glanced at her and slapped her again. The loud "smack" stunned her completely.

He took down three people in a row.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Everyone was stunned; no one expected that Shen Qingtang, who was always reserved, would be so fierce.

Lu Jin covered his face, his expression alternating between pale and flushed, filled with shock and anger.

More than anything, it was humiliating—being beaten in front of so many people completely humiliated him.

"You...you dare to hit me?" He was trembling with anger.