With a backhand slap, she struck Zhang Huaihua's arm. Her mother screamed in pain and frantically tried to snatch the stick from Ning Yan's hand. Ning Yan hit her even harder, but this time the victim was Ning Qiang.
Ning Qiang felt a huge bump swell up on his head instantly. His face contorted in pain. He couldn't understand why that damned Ning Yan had suddenly gone mad, but he was already beaten like this, so not fighting back wasn't his style.
After all, Ning Yan used to be the one being beaten by him, so how could it be her turn to hit someone?
"Dad, Mom, let's deal with her together, otherwise none of us will be in good shape!"
Zhang Huaihua's face was full of anger. Her son was her precious darling, the root of the Ning family. How could he be beaten by a brat?
Ning's father swung a stool at Ning Yan, but Ning Yan dodged it and retaliated by striking the old man's leg with the stool. This time she used some force, and Ning's father knelt on the ground in pain.
After taking down one of them, Ning Yan continued to swing the stick at the mother and son.
Ning Qiang had no chance to fight back and was soon beaten to tears, crying, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! If you keep hitting me, you'll kill me!"
Zhang Huaihua also pleaded, "Yan'er, please stop! Can't we admit our mistake?"
Ning Yan had had enough of hitting him and plopped down on the stool Zhang Huaihua had just been sitting on. "I'm starving! Go kill me a chicken to fill my stomach!"
Zhang Huaihua: Supplement my ass! Do you even deserve to eat my chicken?
Once she gets out, I'll get the village chief to come and teach this brat a lesson!
Ning Yan let her walk out without even lifting her eyelids.
Go on, go on, and see who can save you.
Seeing that her daughter hadn't chased after her, Ning's mother immediately ran up the mountain path.
The houses here are mostly like this, built against the mountain, looking like courtyards growing out of the mountain from a distance.
Before long, a commotion arose outside the gate, with Ning's mother's voice being particularly loud: "My daughter has gone astray outside. When she comes back, she beats and curses her parents. We old folks can't beat her, so we're counting on the villagers to stand up for us."
"Are you sure it's your daughter? Did she really lay a hand on you and your husband?"
Zhang Huaihua wished she could strip off all her clothes and let everyone in the village see how badly she had been beaten, but she couldn't; she still had her pride.
"This isn't something that makes me look good, would I say something like that?"
As they spoke, a group of people crowded into the Ning family's courtyard.
Looking up, I saw Ning Yan sitting in front of the door holding a stick about two meters long.
The village chief abruptly stopped in his tracks.
He believed it!
Judging from the way things are going, he would never believe she didn't do something.
"Yan'er, it's been five or six years since you last came back, hasn't it? If I ran into you outside, I wouldn't even recognize you. The saying 'a girl changes a lot as she grows up' is absolutely true!"
Ning Yan smiled but remained silent, waiting for the old village chief to say the next thing.
The old village chief's mouth twitched. There were more than twenty people watching behind him, and he couldn't just stand there. "However, I heard from your mother that you beat up the three of them as soon as you came back. How can that be? That's unfilial!"
"Second Master, did my mother say that I only have three months to live, and she still wants me to go to the factory to work and earn money for her son so she can go to school and get married?"
"What?!" Everyone in the courtyard was shocked. She only has three months to live? How old is this girl? Only twenty-two or twenty-three years old. How is this possible?
Ning Yan took out her diagnosis report and handed it forward.
The village chief stepped forward, took the diagnosis report, and the diagnosis was clearly written: late-stage lung cancer. "This, is this real?" He asked not because he doubted the authenticity of the diagnosis report, but because he couldn't believe it. The child was too young!
No wonder the child looked unwell; he was seriously ill!
Ning Yan nodded.
"Then why don't you go get treatment?"
"I have no money. All the money I've earned over the years has gone to my family. I even have to borrow money from others to go to the doctor. Second Grandfather, I really can't work anymore, it hurts so much~" Ning Yan's eyes welled up with tears as she spoke.
Ning's mother, and Ning's father and Ning Qiang who had just come out after hearing the commotion, felt a tightness in their chests. "You brat, who said you were going to work?"
"Mom, if you hadn't been so angry that I came home sick instead of working outside, would I have hit you? Mom, please have pity on me, I'm really in pain. Give me some money, I'll go to the hospital for a painkiller injection."
Ning's Mom: ...Bullshit, don't even think about squeezing a single penny out of my hands!
The village chief also knew that Ning's daughter sent money back home every month; her new house was built with this girl's money.
Now that the child is sick, don't we have to go home and ask for money?
Refuse to give it? A person is about to die, it's normal to hit someone to vent your anger.
Oh, this child, so pitiful.
"Shiya, let me give you some advice. He's still your own son, and your family isn't so poor that we can't afford to eat. Take him to a big hospital in the city. Maybe he can be cured. Don't deprive him too much." Even if he can't be cured, at least he can get some good food. After all, I earned money to build you a big new house.
Ning's father's face darkened, and he swallowed back the words that the brat had hundreds of thousands of yuan. "Uncle Village Chief, we're talking about her hitting us." One thing at a time; children shouldn't hit or curse their parents.
Old village chief: "Why don't you call the police?! You still have the nerve to say that? Your child is so sick and you're complaining that she doesn't go to work? Why doesn't she beat you to death?!"
"Village chief! How do we call the police about this?"
Why can't I submit it?
Ning's father was speechless, choked by the words.
The brat is about to die, so it's obvious the police won't arrest her; they're afraid of taking responsibility. What if the brat dies?
"Alright, this is your family matter, the village can't interfere. Remember to take the girl to the hospital for a checkup, don't delay her treatment. I'm leaving now."
If the village chief didn't care, the villagers naturally wouldn't care either. They were just there to join in the fun, so they left as well.
Ning's parents wanted to keep him, but it was all in vain.
The two cursed inwardly, their eyes practically blinking uncontrollably.
Ning Yan's bad habit has resurfaced; she insists on closing the door shut behind her, locking it completely shut!
Then, looking at Ning Qiang, he said, "Come on, bro!"
"Ah! Mom, help me!"
The big stick was used without restraint, aimed directly at Ning Qiang. Ning's parents quickly tried to stop him, and Ning Yan took the opportunity to hit Ning's parents several times. The only regret was that they were in the yard, and the three of them had quite a lot of space to hide. She didn't have much energy to chase after them, so after hitting them a few times to vent her anger, she stopped, leaning on the stick.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Ning Yan looked at the family of three and said with a sly smile, "I advise you not to cause any trouble and to serve me obediently, otherwise I will definitely kill Ning Qiang before I die!" (End of this chapter)
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