"What?"
Fang Qiaolan and Shen Ling's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, thinking they were hallucinating.
"Are you crazy?" Shen Ling looked at Shen Zhihuan incredulously. "Mom already said it was an arranged marriage. Stop pretending to be innocent after getting the benefits. Wouldn't it be better if you married Officer Xie?"
Fang Qiaolan rolled up her sleeves: "You crazy brat, you dare to covet your sister's dowry and bride price, threatening me to sever ties with her? I'll beat you to death!"
Just then, the courtyard gate opened, and a drunken Shen Yongcai walked in.
Shen Ling immediately complained, recounting what had just happened, and even embellishing the story:
"Dad! Shen Zhihuan has grown up! I knew Grandpa and Grandma must have secretly given her a lot of money before, and that brat has hidden it all!"
Shen Yongcai's eyes changed the moment money was mentioned.
He said in a gloomy tone, "Shen Zhihuan, I'll give you five minutes to hand over the money, or I'll beat you up!"
Shen Ling felt secretly pleased when she heard that Shen Zhihuan was going to get a beating.
She wished Shen Zhihuan would die as soon as possible!
Over the years, she has disliked her younger sister the most, as she is prettier and academically better than her.
She hadn't been basking in the joy of her long-awaited marriage for long.
As a result, she was trampled underfoot by Shen Zhihuan, making her envious of her life as a wealthy wife for many years.
Now, she's finally living a life of wealth and luxury!
Therefore, it doesn't matter whether this useless Shen Zhihuan is alive or dead.
Shen Zhihuan's arms still bore the marks of domestic violence inflicted by Shen Yongcai, and they throbbed faintly.
Her face darkened: "Where would I get the money? We're about to sever ties, it's not appropriate for you to ask me for money."
Shen Ling said weakly, "Little sister, are you delirious from your illness? You don't even respect Dad anymore!"
Shen Yongcai was instantly enraged: "You beast! I'd rather beat you to death today!"
He looked around for something handy, and Shen Ling had already stepped forward:
"Mom, come and help me support Chen Zhihuan! Dad won't be able to discipline her later!"
Shen Yongcai was moved by his obedient daughter and felt even more that Shen Zhihuan was a worthless good-for-nothing!
However, just as he rolled up the newspaper, he heard a cry of pain behind him.
"Ah! Mom, save me!"
"Chen Zhihuan, you little brat, let go! Huh! You even dare to hit your own mother?"
Shen Zhihuan isn't stupid. She's not feeling well right now, and if she gets another beating, she'll be in serious danger.
She grabbed a broom and smashed it down on Shen Ling's head, driven by the hatred she felt before her death.
Shen Ling's big head was buzzing from being slapped like a watermelon.
She couldn't stand up straight from the first step!
She kept saying, "Mom, save me."
However, Shen Zhihuan, filled with hatred, moved with incredible speed, precision, and ruthlessness!
She struck Shen Ling with her left hand, causing her to kneel in excruciating pain!
Another right slap sent Fang Qiaolan slamming her head to the ground, completely disoriented for a long time!
Shen Yongcai roared and charged forward, trying to intimidate Shen Zhihuan with his fatherly authority:
"You dare hit your mother?! I'll beat her to death today... Ouch!"
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhihuan turned the broom around and struck his shinbone hard with the stick end.
While Shen Yongcai was falling forward, Shen Zhihuan continued to hit his arms and thighs!
She'll pay for everything he did to her before!
"I not only dared to hit her, I hit you too, so what?"
Shen Zhihuan, blinded by rage, slapped Shen Yongcai's big buttocks repeatedly.
The constant squeals of pigs filled the air, and Shen Yongcai bared his teeth in a snarl.
In a daze, I was transported back to my youth, thinking I was being spanked by my own father.
"Stop, stop hitting me... You're going to beat my butt to a pulp... Ouch!!"
He couldn't say anything more after that; he just howled like a primal being.
Shen Ling and Fang Qiaolan were in excruciating pain themselves, so naturally they wouldn't go to save him.
The two of them trembled as they looked at Shen Zhihuan, whose fighting power was off the charts.
For a moment, Shen Ling thought that it was because of her rebirth that Shen Zhihuan had "mutated".
She had never been so afraid of her sister, whom she looked down upon.
Shen Zhihuan kept hitting the broom until it was completely worn out before finally stopping, panting.
She felt extremely unwell and was on the verge of collapse.
Noticing Shen Ling and Fang Qiaolan's gazes, Shen Zhihuan's eyes sharpened:
"Go and write a 'Letter of Severance'! Write down all my demands! Otherwise, I'll kill you all!"
Shen Ling was furious but couldn't beat Shen Zhihuan, and the stick was still in Shen Zhihuan's hand, so she had no choice but to back down.
She limped into the room, her backside sticking out, and tore off a page of paper.
She endured the pain, hissing and screaming, and cowardly wrote the "Letter of Severance of Relationships" sentence by sentence.
Fang Qiaolan looked at Chen Yongcai, who was rolling on the ground, clutching his buttocks and groaning.
She gritted her teeth and said, "What's wrong with you today, you brat? You beat your parents, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Shen Zhihuan glanced at her coldly, the murderous intent in her eyes sending a chill down Fang Qiaolan's spine.
"I'm not afraid of being struck by lightning; whoever is utterly devoid of conscience should be struck by lightning!"
Fang Qiaolan was drenched in sweat and dared not look at Shen Zhihuan.
This brat, does she know everything?
Shen Ling finally finished writing and wanted Shen Zhihuan to come and get it herself; her mischievous thoughts hadn't died down yet.
The next second, Shen Zhihuan spoke—
"Bring it to me!"
Shen Ling was so angry that her eyes turned red, but she still bent over and endured the pain to take it to her.
She was cursing him in her heart.
You beast! You slut! Why don't you just die!
I should have let that thug stab her a few more times and tear her to pieces!
Who knew that Shen Zhihuan, holding the "Letter of Severance of Relationships," didn't even lift her eyelids: "Shen Ling, are you cursing me in your heart?"
What?
Before Shen Ling could even defend herself, Shen Zhihuan slapped her across the face.
With a "snap,"
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