Immediately following was the sound of wooden sticks coming at him, "smack, smack, smack!"

Three blows landed on Song Qingqing's injured arm, and the back of her hand, which had just stopped bleeding, started bleeding again.

Pudding's tattered shirt and the cardboard beneath her were soaked with sweat. Feeling cold and in pain, Song Qingqing finally opened her eyes, which were as cold as frost.

"You piece of trash, you dare to glare at me? I'll beat you to death and feed you to the dogs."

Song Meihua, who was holding a stick, suddenly met her cold gaze and immediately flew into a rage, raising her hand to strike hard with the stick.

As the stick whistled past, Song Qingqing rose to dodge it, and at the same time swiftly pulled hard, successfully snatching the weapon into her own hand.

Then, without saying a word, she stood up and swung her sword forcefully, hitting Song Meihua.

"Ah...you piece of trash that only deserves to be fed to the dogs, how dare you...ah..."

Before Song Meihua could finish speaking, she was struck by Song Qingqing's second, third, and fourth blows, causing her to scream and clutch her head.

After a long while, Song Qingqing stopped what she was doing and looked at Song Meihua lying on the ground howling.

An unprecedented sense of exhilaration suddenly welled up in her heart.

This was the first time in her two lives that she had rebelled against her aunt. She never expected that once she had no scruples, she could be so unrestrained.

"You filthy slut, you dead piece of trash, you ingrate, you'll die a horrible death, and you'll only be fit to be fed to the dogs after you die."

Holding her round, plump body, Song Meihua started spewing nonsense again.

Hearing this, Song Qingqing chuckled and said sarcastically, "If I'm destined to die a horrible death, then shouldn't my aunt, who has been abusing me with a stick for nearly ten years, be going to the eighteenth level of hell?"

A foul smell, reminiscent of foot-washing water, spread around Song Qingqing, and water droplets began to fall to the ground.

Song Qingqing was used to it and completely ignored how disheveled she looked at that moment.

She had encountered this kind of scene every few days in her past life, and had long since become numb to it.

In the past, she would always think that it was her aunt who raised her, and she would always subconsciously choose to endure it.

But now, she doesn't.

Because she knew perfectly well that the claim that her aunt had raised her to adulthood was just a lie, a huge lie designed to make her willingly serve as her slave.

"You ungrateful wretch, you even cursed me to go to hell, you ungrateful scumbag."

I provided you with food, clothing, and education, and this is how you repay me?

Listen, it's that same phrase again.

She listened for twenty years in her past life, but it was only when she overheard her parents' conversation by chance that she realized it was all a lie.

"Oh, so it's always been my aunt who has been feeding and clothing me!"

Is my aunt really that nice?

Then I must call my parents and tell them how great and kind you are.

I'm sure they'll be very touched.

Song Qingqing spoke these words calmly and slowly, but they made Song Meihua shudder.

"No, you can't tell them."

Without a second thought, Song Meihua retorted, her round face trembling with excitement.

"Why not? Haven't you boasted about how much you've sacrificed?"

He took off his soaking wet, tattered shirt, revealing his vest underneath.

Song gently raised her hand and threw the shirt at the other person's face.

Song Meihua gritted her teeth, removed the tattered shirt stained with the poison from her foot bath, her face changing repeatedly. In the end, she suppressed her vicious curses and tried to persuade her, "Your parents have both started their own families and have children now. They are busy earning money to support their families every day."

I don't have time to listen to your trivial matters.

So it's best if you don't bother them, after all, you are children they don't want.

"If it weren't for me, your aunt, taking pity on you and sending you to school, do you think you'd have the good life you have now?"

As they talked, Song Meihua couldn't help but steer the conversation back to herself.

Song Qingqing laughed and said sarcastically, "Oh, so my aunt is really that great."

Then why are you afraid to let them know how much you've done for us and how much you've sacrificed?

The way you look at me is that you're really afraid I'll make this call!

"Who's scared? You piece of trash, you're just talking nonsense. I'm only doing this for your own good."

After all, your parents are married with children; who cares about you two good-for-nothings? Why would they listen to what you have to say?

"If you're not scared, then why are you so agitated?"

"..." How come this little niece has suddenly become so smart? She even wants to call and ask about this.

Wasn't she always afraid to talk to her parents and never dare to make a phone call?

After burning for several days, instead of making my brain stupid, it actually made me smarter, and I'm not so easy to fool anymore.

"Sigh, it would have been easy if I hadn't made that call. All I had to do was open that locked room and let me move in."

And return all the clothes my parents sent me, and I won't hit them.

If you don't agree, then I'll have to go and personally greet my parents and ask them why they sent me to you to be beaten and scolded.

As she finished speaking, Song Qingqing's tone suddenly became more serious, which was like a bolt from the blue to Song Meihua.

"You worthless piece of trash."

"Slap"

She was about to start cursing when Song Qingqing slapped her across the face.

"If you ever dare to say 'you piece of trash' again, I'll slap you until you can't speak anymore."

As she spoke, Song Qingqing patted Song Meihua's round face again and shouted, "Hurry up and get your clothes, tidy up the room, and then go cook!"

Song Meihua was frightened, but she was still unwilling to give up. The poor little thing that she had always bullied had suddenly taken over her head.

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