He lowered his voice.
"After we get married, you'll sleep on the floor, and Meijuan and I will sleep in the bed, understand?"
Su Mingde's vision began to blur, and he opened his mouth but could not make a sound.
The injuries from last night, the hunger of the day, and the blow he was in now—all the pain surged up at once, and his knees buckled, causing him to collapse to the ground.
"Tsk, you even knelt down before me?"
The man shook his head dramatically.
"Meijuan, your taste is terrible! This guy's going to be my son? Come here, son, call me Dad."
Liu Meijuan frowned in disgust.
"Get out of here, I feel disgusted just looking at you. Remember, the bride price is non-negotiable, and the wedding will proceed as planned. If you dare tell anyone..."
Her voice suddenly turned cold.
"My dad's the director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau. Killing you is like stepping on an ant."
The two men left laughing, leaving Su Mingde kneeling in the dirty alley.
Su Mingde knelt there, the unrestrained laughter of Liu Meijuan and the deputy factory director's son echoing in his ears.
His fingers dug deep into the soil.
The distant, delicate laughter pierced his heart like a knife.
"I'm coming to your place tonight...remember to buy my favorite foods..."
These words completely ignited the long-suppressed anger in Su Mingde's heart.
His gaze fell on the blood-stained brick beside him, and in his blurred vision, the brick seemed to be glowing.
"ah--!"
A roar that sounded inhuman burst forth from deep within Su Mingde's throat.
He suddenly grabbed a brick, staggered to his feet, his legs trembling with anger, yet he charged toward the couple at the alley entrance with unusual determination.
"Liu Meijuan! I'll kill you all!"
When Deputy Factory Director Wang's son heard the voice, he turned around, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
What he saw was a ragged, grotesque madman, charging at them with a brick in his hand.
The bricks were still stained with the blood from Su Mingde's palms.
"Damn! This lunatic!"
Deputy Factory Director Wang's son shoved Liu Meijuan aside and instinctively kicked her.
"You fucking want to die!"
He roared.
The kick landed squarely on Su Mingde's abdomen.
Su Mingde was kicked back two steps, his back slamming against the brick wall, the air in his lungs being squeezed out.
But he quickly pounced on it again, like a mad dog.
"You beasts! You two adulterers!"
Su Mingde's voice was terribly hoarse, and he spat all over the other person's face.
The deputy factory director's son was momentarily startled by this sudden outburst, but quickly recovered.
He was half a head taller than Su Mingde and weighed at least 30 kilograms more. He also played basketball regularly, so his physical fitness was far superior to that of the thin Su Mingde.
"Get out of here!"
He landed a hook punch on Su Mingde's chin.
Su Mingde's head snapped back, and the back of his head slammed against the wall again.
I saw stars before my eyes and tasted blood in my mouth.
But he gripped the brick tightly, waving it wildly in his dizziness.
"Smack!"
The brick accidentally grazed the arm of Deputy Factory Director Wang's son, immediately cutting a gash.
"Damn it, he dared to hit me!"
The expression on Deputy Factory Director Wang's son's face instantly contorted.
He flew into a rage, grabbed Su Mingde by the collar, and slammed him to the ground.
Su Mingde's back slammed heavily onto the concrete ground, a sharp pain shooting through his spine, and he gasped for breath.
Before he could catch his breath, a shiny leather shoe had already stepped on his chest.
"You think you're worthy to fight me?"
Deputy Factory Director Wang's son grinned maliciously as he stomped his foot hard on the ground.
"Look at you, you're like a stray dog!"
Su Mingde struggled desperately, but the other person's weight was pressing down on his chest, and he felt like his ribs were about to break.
The brick in his hand had long since fallen somewhere, and he could only futilely scratch at the other person's trouser leg.
"Let go...of me..."
Su Mingde's voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible.
Deputy Factory Director Wang's son bent down, grabbed Su Mingde's hair, lifted his head up, and slammed it hard onto the ground.
"Bang!"
The sound of the back of my head hitting the concrete floor was sickening.
Su Mingde's vision blurred instantly, and his ears were buzzing as if a thousand bees were flying around.
"Someone as useless as you doesn't deserve to marry Meijuan!"
As Wang, the deputy factory director's son, spoke, he slapped Su Mingde across the face again.
"You're not even worthy to carry my shoes!"
Su Mingde's cheeks swelled up rapidly, his mouth split open, and blood dripped down his chin.
His consciousness began to blur, but the anger in his heart burned ever brighter.
"I kill you..."
He mumbled something indistinctly, then suddenly bit the wrist of Deputy Factory Director Wang's son.
"ah!"
Deputy Factory Director Wang's son cried out in pain and instinctively let go of his hand.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Mingde flipped over and used all his strength to push the other person away.
He staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with a crazed and resolute look.
Come on! Keep going!
He roared, his voice like that of a demon crawling out of hell.
The deputy factory director's son was stunned by this imposing manner for a moment, but soon revealed a contemptuous smile.
He straightened his disheveled suit, slowly took off his coat, and handed it to Liu Meijuan, who was standing next to him.
"Honey, hold this for me."
He spoke gently, but his eyes turned cold as he looked at Su Mingde.
"Watch how I deal with this mad dog."
Su Mingde was panting heavily when he saw Wang, the deputy factory director's son, strike a boxing pose. His movements were standard and elegant, clearly indicating that he had practiced.
The first straight punch landed precisely on Su Mingde's nose.
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