Seeing that Su Wenli remained silent, Su Xingran continued to ask the aunts and grandmothers. "Aunties and grandmothers, did you see any blood on my cousin's clothes or hands that day?" Women are more observant, so asking the aunts and grandmothers was more practical.
The women who were at the scene that day recalled the events, and they all exchanged glances, realizing that Su Xingran was telling the truth. The person who rescued her from the bottom of the forest wasn't Su Laoda's daughter, Su Wenli. When they saw Su Wenli that day, not only were her clothes dirty, but even her hands were spotless. That day, Su Lao Er carried his daughter down the mountain to find Doctor Huang, and he was covered in blood, even his mother, who was supporting him, had blood on her hands. Because of the large amount of blood, the villagers all thought Su Lao Er's daughter wouldn't survive.
An honest aunt couldn't stand it anymore. This Su Wenli, so young, was a serial liar, and her family was practically driving Su Lao Er's family to their deaths. That day, Su Lao Er's daughter, Wenli, was spotless. Not only were her clothes stained with blood, but her hands were cleaner than an uneaten bowl.
Su Xingran had no intention of letting Su Wenli off so easily. "Cousin, what do you think? Are your clothes stained with my blood? Are your hands? So many aunts and uncles saw it, and you were spotless, both your clothes and hands. Cousin, you're really amazing. You walked all the way down the mountain, such a difficult path, and you managed to keep your hair neat and your clothes clean. You, a fifteen-year-old girl, carried a twelve-year-old girl on your back and climbed up the mountain, and you came back clean. Cousin, my own clothes, and even my father's clothes, are stained with a lot of blood. How did you manage to keep a single drop clean?"
Could it be that you, cousin, know some kind of kung fu, like those stories about flying up here? Why don't you wait for me, cousin? You can take me to the bottom of the forest and demonstrate again how you carried me up there without getting your clothes or hands dirty. Last year, Uncle Tiezi fell down and was injured; he couldn't even get up on his own. It was the villagers who heard his cries for help and several uncles went down to carry him up. Cousin, have you forgotten?
Su Wenli was completely speechless. She had said she carried Su Xingran down from the foot of the mountain, but she had forgotten that the foot of the mountain was not a place a girl like her could easily climb up, let alone while carrying Su Xingran. She had also forgotten that Su Xingran was covered in blood that day, and if she touched her, she would definitely get blood on herself. She didn't know what to do, and cold sweat poured down her forehead in anxiety.
By this time, the villagers who had gathered around understood what Su Xingran and the women at the scene had said. The eldest daughter of the Su family had lied; she hadn't saved anyone at all. It was truly astonishing how thick-skinned a young woman could be. The second daughter had even asked her several times if she was sure it was Su Xingran who had saved her, and she had insisted that it was.
Su Xingran deliberately took a few steps back, looking like she was about to collapse. Her parents were startled and quickly supported their daughter. Only then did they notice that Su Xingran's head was covered in gauze and had a lot of bloodstains. Her face was pale and she looked weak and powerless.
Su Xingran patted her parents' hands; she wasn't going to let this wicked family off easily today. She stood still, took a breath, and looked at Old Man Su. "Grandpa, you just said my father didn't raise me well, didn't you? You said my father was unfilial, an ingrate who doesn't acknowledge kindness, didn't you? You forced my father to give money to my uncle's family, didn't you? Although I'm only twelve, I want to ask you, Grandpa, 'Do you have any shame?' My father raised me very well. I won't pretend to be someone's savior, and I'm not an ingrate, nor are my parents. Su Wenli didn't even save me, so where does this kindness come from? You forced my father to give you a hundred yuan; you want to drive him to his death, don't you? You didn't even consider giving my father a way to live." Su Xingran's eyes grew colder as she spoke of a way to live.
How could she forget her past life? Her parents had no way to survive. When an old man asked a twelve-year-old child such a question and looked at him with such cold eyes, he felt both panicked and angry. He raised his finger and pointed at Su Xingran, "How dare you say such a thing to me? I am your grandfather. Our Su family is unfortunate to have produced such an unfilial daughter like you."
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