Looking at her like this, Jiang Tiancai sighed inwardly again.

He stood up and coldly swept his gaze over Zhang Weimin and Zhang Weiguo.

"You two grown men, are you just standing here watching?"

His tone was full of disdain: "One watched his wife go crazy and beat people, and the other watched a woman being beaten, and didn't even dare to fart?"

"Zhang Weimin, Zhang Weiguo, I used to think you were men, but now it seems you're nothing but two puddles of mud that can't be plastered on a wall!"

Zhang Weimin lowered his head.

Zhang Weiguo, from beginning to end, was like a puppet.

His face was covered in bruises, but his eyes were eerily calm, as if he wasn't the one who had been beaten, and the woman who had been beaten had nothing to do with him.

He just watched quietly, like an outsider enjoying a farce that had nothing to do with him.

Seeing his pathetic state, Jiang Tiancai was even more furious, but he knew that continuing to curse him would be useless.

This family's problems can't be solved by him hurling insults.

"Alright, everyone, go home! What are you looking at? Don't you need to go home and cook?"

He turned and waved to the neighbors at the door.

The crowd immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Jiang Tiancai glanced at the people in the courtyard one last time, his voice icy: "I'll remember this incident. Shi Fangfang, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, it won't be just a simple reprimand. And you all..."

He pointed at the Zhang brothers: "Mind your own business and stop causing us trouble all the time! If there's a next time, you'll have to take turns writing self-criticisms at the police station!"

After saying that, he didn't look at them again and turned to leave with his two men.

...

Night falls.

Inside the main room, Zhang Yaozu, paralyzed in bed, was like a piece of dead wood, oblivious and unaware.

Occasionally, a few unintelligible, neurotic laughs would drift from Zhang Qingqing's room, sounding particularly eerie in the quiet night.

The lights were off in Shen Xiang's room.

She sat on the edge of the bed, motionless like a stone statue.

Her face was burning with pain, and her body was covered in bruises, but she couldn't feel anything.

All the senses seemed to be concentrated in that bottomless black hole in my heart.

"Waaaaah..."

The sob that had been suppressed for so long finally escaped from her throat.

She bit her hand hard to keep her sobs from getting out.

Tears streamed down my face like broken beads, landing on my cold hands, devoid of any warmth.

It's no use!

Shen Xiang, you're such a useless piece of trash!

She cursed herself and hated herself.

Her son is still lying in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance, but she can't even afford the medical bills!

She was called a jinx by people pointing fingers at her and was beaten in public, but she couldn't even utter a word in rebuttal!

She couldn't save her son, or even herself!

"I'm sorry... Jiang'er... Mom is so sorry..."

Shen Xiang curled up into a ball, burying her head deep in her knees, her body trembling from violent sobbing.

She felt like her world had completely collapsed.

Just as she was immersed in boundless pain, two soft knocks came from the door.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed particularly jarring in the deathly silent room.

Shen Xiang froze, and her crying stopped abruptly.

She looked up in alarm, her eyes blurry with tears, and gazed toward the doorway.

Who is it?

Is Shi Fangfang still not satisfied and going to continue hitting her?

My heart jumped into my throat.

The person outside didn't knock or speak; they just stood there quietly.

That silent pressure is more terrifying than any sound.

After a long while, a hoarse, emotionless voice came from outside the door.

"Open the door, it's me."

It's Zhang Weiguo.

Shen Xiang was stunned.

She didn't know why Zhang Weiguo had come to see her at this time.

She subconsciously wiped away her tears, hesitated, and didn't want to open the door.

She doesn't want to see anyone right now, especially anyone from the Zhang family.

The people outside seemed to be losing patience.

"Open the door!"

This time, there was an undeniable command in his voice.

Shen Xiang was stunned by his imposing aura, and as if possessed, she stood up, moved to the door, and unlatched it.

Outside the door, Zhang Weiguo stood alone.

The pale moonlight shone from behind him, casting a cold, inhuman silhouette over his entire being.

His face, bruised and purple, looked particularly grotesque in the dim light.

But what's most terrifying is his eyes.

Those eyes no longer held the madness and despair of the day, nor the numbness and emptiness.

Instead, there is a cold, hard, resolute determination, like that of quenched steel.

Shen Xiang felt a chill run down her spine.

"Brother Weiguo, what...what's wrong?"

Shen Xiang nervously gripped the hem of her clothes, her voice trembling.

Zhang Weiguo did not answer, but stepped into the room.

His tall figure instantly filled the small space, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

He looked around, his gaze finally settling on Shen Xiang's still terrified face.

"She hit you."

Zhang Weiguo spoke as if stating a fact unrelated to himself.

Shen Xiang's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

"My sister-in-law called you a jinx."

Zhang Weiguo continued, his eyes unwavering: "She said it was you and your son who ruined our Zhang family."

Shen Xiang felt a sharp pang in her heart, lowered her head, and her eyes reddened again.

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