Financial crisis, big salary cuts, fresh graduates fighting fiercely for a job paying only 1,200 yuan. Fresh graduate Chen Feng couldn't stand the gap and became a loafer at home, smoking and d...
"Put it down!" Xia Yingying roared angrily.
Everything here has been replaced; each item was carefully selected by Xia Yingying, and the vase was even handmade by her.
"Why are you yelling at me? You've really lost your manners! Don't you even respect me as your mother anymore?!"
"Xia Yingying, let me tell you, if you don't give me the money today, I'm not leaving. You try me!"
"What a piece of junk! You have spare money to buy this instead of giving it to your brother? You heartless bastard! I'll teach you to buy it, keep buying!"
Her mother picked up the vase and smashed it hard on the ground, panting with anger.
"Splash!"
The vase that Xia Yingying made herself was smashed to pieces by her mother.
At that moment, Xia Yingying felt like she was suffocating. Her fists were clenched so tightly they turned white, as if she had returned to the day she got married six years ago.
"What sins did I commit to be born into a family of such beasts?"
Xia Yingying looked at them with eyes full of despair, her voice ashen.
"Who are you calling an animal? Don't you have any sense of propriety? Do you believe I'll beat you to death?!"
His father gritted his teeth and rushed forward, raising his hand high, aiming at Xia Yingying.
Xia Yingying did not flinch at all. Instead, she raised her head high and looked defiantly at her aggressive father.
"Go ahead and hit me!"
"Anyway, this isn't the first time you've hit me. Every time you feel I've disobeyed you, don't you just slap me twice? Why are you hesitating this time?"
"Could it be that you've suddenly become kind-hearted, or is it because you weren't drunk today?"
Xia Yingying's lips curled into a mocking smile, which was tinged with sadness.
"You fucking!"
Enraged, her father swung his hand and slapped her across the face. Xia Yingying closed her eyes in pain, already prepared to take the slap, but the slap never came down.
When Xia Yingying opened her eyes again, a figure blocked her way.
"Uncle, although I don't know what happened between you, why not talk it out instead of resorting to violence?" Chen Feng raised his arm to block the slap and advised with a smile.
"Who are you? What business is it of yours!" His father shoved Chen Feng hard, speaking angrily.
This attack not only failed to hit Xia Yingying, but Chen Feng's own arm was also painful from being blocked.
Chen Feng was jolted by the push, and before he could speak, Xia Yingying's mother rushed up to him.
"Oh, so that's what happened. Turns out you've got a gigolo, which gives you confidence."
"I'll let you two be adulterers, and you've even started living together. You gave him all your money, haven't you? You shameless bitch, I'll let you two live together!"
Xia Yingying's mother seemed to have lost her mind, grabbing whatever was in her hand and smashing it, instantly turning the room into a mess with clanging and banging.
Xia Yingying took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her heart filled with extreme pain.
"You pretty boy, get the hell out of here right now! This has nothing to do with you!"
"You're a grown man, don't you have any shame? Huh, how did your mother raise you? Did she give birth to you just so you could be a gigolo?"
"Just look at you, your mother's a slut too. The whole family is corrupt, like mother and son, you son of a bitch!"
"I'll scratch your face to pieces today, let's see how you'll still be a gigolo then!"
Xia Yingying's mother came up with her hands waving, screaming as she tried to scratch Chen Feng's face.
Chen Feng's face darkened the moment she started cursing at him.
While blocking Xia Yingying's mother with one hand, Chen Feng glanced back at Xia Yingying.
It seems she doesn't have a good relationship with her family, so don't blame me for being impolite. Chen Feng has been able to tolerate this until now only because of Xia Yingying.
Otherwise, how could you, old Bi Deng, still be so arrogant and aggressive?
"Fuck you!"
Chen Feng turned around, twisted his waist, and swung his right fist all the way, smashing it directly into Xia Yingying's mother's right eye.
This punch sent Xia Yingying's mother flying.
"You son of a bitch, who the hell do you think you are? I'm trying to talk to you nicely, do you really think I'm good-natured? You barking shrew, you son of a bitch."
Chen Feng pointed at his mother, who was lying on the ground covering her eyes, and cursed angrily.
When Xia Yingying's mother received that punch, she felt dizzy and saw stars. She lost control and fell to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in her eye socket.
"ah!"
Her mother was in so much pain that she was rolling on the ground, howling incessantly.
"Murder! Murder!"
Her cries were heart-wrenching; you could tell how much pain she was in just by listening.
"Who the hell are you hitting?!"
Upon seeing this, Xia Yingying's father's eyes turned red. He grabbed a plate and charged at Chen Feng, yelling.
As Chen Feng rushed over, he seized the opportunity and, before his father could bring down the plate he had raised high, punched his father squarely in the face.
The blow struck his father's nose, causing blood to spurt out instantly.
His father felt a lump in his throat, and a sharp pain, accompanied by dizziness, struck him. He leaned back, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.
"Ah, ah..."
His father covered his nose, but dared not touch it, and howled in pain. The plate in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into eight pieces.
It wasn't until his parents collapsed and blood flowed on the ground that Xia Jie finally came to his senses.
"Holy shit!"
Seeing his parents beaten down and groaning in pain on the ground, how could Xia Jie not be furious, especially since he was a troublemaker who got into fights every now and then?
Xia Jie roared and grabbed a stool, swinging it at the enemy.
Unfortunately, Chen Feng was no pushover either, especially now that his physical abilities had been enhanced by the system, making him far from an ordinary person.
Chen Feng dodged backward, and Xia Jie's swing missed completely. The force was so great that it even caused Xia Jie to fall forward. If this blow had landed, it's not hard to imagine what would have happened to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng grabbed the sparkling wine from the cabinet and slammed it down on Xia Jie's head, knocking him to the ground with a loud bang.
"You son of a bitch, didn't your mother teach you to speak properly?"
"Oh right, I forgot, your mom's a real slob too, damn it, well then I'll teach you a lesson today!"
"Bang!"
"ah!"
"Bang!"
"Aaaaaah!"
"Splash!"
Chen Feng swung the bottle and smashed it on Xia Jie's head. Xia Jie's head was really hard; it took four blows before the bottle shattered with a crash, spilling wine and blood all over the ground.
Xia Jie was so badly hit that he was completely disoriented. All he could do was lie on the ground, clutching his head. His usual fierceness was gone, and all he could do was cry and howl.
"What the hell do you want to do!" Chen Feng, his hands still covered in blood, held the broken glass bottle with a fierce expression and pointed it at Xia Jie's wife, who was holding a stick.
"I…"
When Chen Feng pointed at her, Xia Jie's wife was already terrified. The stick in her hand clattered to the ground, and she looked horrified.
"You son of a bitch!" Chen Feng grabbed the wine bottle and ran out in two steps, heading straight for Xia Jie's wife. Xia Jie's wife was so scared that she was numb and couldn't even move.
"Smack!"
Chen Feng slapped her hard across the face, sending her spinning around and crashing to the ground, leaving a clear handprint on her face.
Damn it, don't let any of them escape.
She covered her face, wincing in pain. She wanted to cry but dared not, afraid of angering Chen Feng and having him slap her again.
"You son of a bitch, I'll teach you to yell! You think you can throw things? You think you can insult me? I'll teach you to be so foul-mouthed, keep insulting me!"
Chen Feng threw away the broken bottle, bent down to pick up the stick on the ground, and walked towards Xia Yingying's mother, who was still crying and cursing.