Chapter 97 I Am Vicious
"You scolded me!" Song Rouxi was shaking with anger. "How dare you scold me! Who do you think you are! How dare you scold me?"
After saying that, before anyone could react, she pounced over with her teeth and claws and was about to grab Hua Songci's face.
She just relies on her pretty face to seduce Pei Ji and Prince Yu. Wait until I disfigure her and see how she can seduce other men.
Song Rouxi was determined to destroy Song Ci, and her strength was astonishingly great.
By the time Alin and the others reacted, it was almost too late.
Wanxiang exclaimed, "Miss!!!"
Song Ci also froze in place, watching Song Rouxi's sharp nails rushing towards her face. She never thought that Song Rouxi would dare to do this in front of everyone.
"Xiaoci!"
Qiao Xianglan didn't care about anything else. She was closest to Song Ci, so she pounced on her and hugged her tightly in her arms, trying to use her back to block Song Rouxi's attack.
Song Ci in his arms was stunned, and then he heard a suppressed groan.
She looked up immediately, her eyes red.
"mother....."
Qiao Xianglan's face was in pain, and she kept comforting her daughter with her hands, "It's okay, it's okay, Mom is okay..."
When Song Lao San saw several bloody marks on his wife's back, he didn't care about anything else and slapped Song Rouxi, who had a vicious face, in anger, making her fall backwards.
He immediately protected his wife and daughter.
Song Rouxi fell to the ground, with a little blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. The burning pain on her face made her feel ashamed and angry, and she burst into tears.
"Dad, Grandma, Third Uncle hit me, he actually hit me..."
"Third brother!" Old Lady Song was immediately furious. "Why did you hit her? How can it be right for an elder to hit a child?"
"Third brother, she is your niece! How can you be so cruel as to do this to her?"
Song Lao San's eyes were red, and he suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice, "She was about to attack Xiao Ci and even hurt my wife. As a man, am I supposed to just stand by and watch?"
"It was just a scratch, no one died!" Old Lady Song was furious. "What if Rouxi's face was broken? She's an unmarried girl!"
Besides, Qiao Xianglan and Song Ci are nothing but two lowly things.
"Rouxi didn't mean it. It was just an unintentional act of the child. Do you really have to investigate it?" Boss Song defended his daughter.
"Bang."
Pei Ji put down his cup and looked at Tian'er deeply, "You failed to protect the master."
Tian'er's face paled. She hadn't expected the other party to explode immediately. Honestly, her duty was to protect the Third Young Lady. She had grown too comfortable around the Third Young Lady and had lost her vigilance.
He turned to look at the people in the main house and said, "Sign a document and accept the loss. Bring me the cane."
Song Rouxi desperately shook her head in Old Lady Song's arms, "No, Grandma, save me! I can't be beaten! Thirty canes, I can't bear it."
Old Lady Song held her tightly in her arms, her face alert, "Don't hit her! If you want to hit her, hit me first! Rouxi is fragile, and hitting her like this will kill her!"
Boss Song also pleaded, "Third brother, this matter... is just a misunderstanding. Let's forget about the cane. I will definitely teach Rouxi a lesson later. She knows she is wrong."
"Yes, Third Uncle, I was wrong. I definitely won't do it again!"
Seeing the vine that Alin quickly brought back, there were some tiny thorns on it. If it hit someone and was pulled out, it would definitely aggravate the wound.
Song Laosan was a little hesitant.
"Dad, Mom seems to be fainting!"
Song Laosan hurriedly picked up his wife and went back to the room, shouting for Wanxiang to call Doctor Lin.
Without Song Lao San, the other two people in the room were elders, and they couldn't bring themselves to plead for mercy when looking at Song Ci.
Song Rouxi shrank her neck as she looked at the cane, tears streaming down her face. "Third sister, we are sisters. I didn't mean to do it. I lost my mind and thought it was you. Why don't you let me go this time? I will definitely not embarrass you in the future."
Song Ci looked at Song Rouxi deeply and said, "Before you framed me, you should have thought about the outcome. If you found the zither today, would you let me go?"
"You stole things, why should I let you go?" Song Rouxi said subconsciously.
Song Ci smiled, "See, you are not the kind of person who forgives others when you can, so why do you still hold on to hope? I am that kind of person. Big sister, you are too hypocritical."
"You! Song Ci, you are making excuses."
Seeing this, Song Ci didn't plan to waste time talking to her and simply shut up.
Pei Ji glanced at Old Lady Song and said, "Pull them away."
Old Lady Song relied on her age and started to act like a bully. "Hit me if you dare! You are not allowed to hit my granddaughter. Beat this old woman to death and let everyone see how arrogant you are."
Song Rouxi in her grandmother's arms was still a little touched, feeling that her grandmother still loved her.
"If you insist on stopping me, have you ever thought about Mr. Song's future?"
"You, what do you mean?" Old Mrs. Song loosened her grip on Song Rouxi.
A slender jade-like hand gently slid across the table, and a mocking expression crossed his handsome face, as beautiful as a night-blooming lily. "The Emperor has ordered me not to report certain matters, and to have the power to execute first and report later. Lord Song must know this."
In late autumn, beads of sweat covered Song Lao Da's forehead. "I know this, but..."
Pei Ji raised his hand to stop him from continuing to argue, "No buts. Sir Song, why don't you pull the old lady away quickly?"
Boss Song reached out to pull her, ignoring Song Rouxi's request, "Mom, get up."
Old Mrs. Song didn't understand these things. She was just a country woman, but she could read people's expressions. She acted like a troublemaker because she relied on her age and seniority, thinking that others couldn't do anything to her.
But seeing Boss Song like this, he knew that this matter might not be as simple as he thought.
"Grandma, Dad..."
"Shut up!" Boss Song yelled, "You're responsible for the trouble you caused. Your grandmother is so old, do you really want her to take the beating for you?"
Song Rouxi's face was full of resentment and reluctance. How could grandma and dad be so cruel!
This matter is all Song Ci's fault. Why does she have to push herself? I just want to punish her, but she has to do this!
Damn Song Ci, why hasn’t she died yet!
I'm always so lucky.
Her heart was filled with hatred. Now that things had come to this, she knew that nothing could be changed. The hatred in her eyes was not concealed at all, and she looked straight at Song Ci.
Late at night, in the courtyard of the third room.
“Ahhhhhh.”
"Grandma, save me, it hurts so much, I can't stand it anymore."
"Daddy, Daddy, please save me. Please save me, it hurts."
Old Mrs. Song shuddered, not daring to look at her granddaughter. She looked at Song Ci with resentment, "You should be happy to see your sister like this. After all, you are so vicious."
Song Ci curled her lips into a smile, and under the candlelight, the corners of her beautiful lips looked like a cannibalistic and charming female ghost.
Vicious? That's just the beginning.
The screams echoed in the yard for a while. Tian'er ran in and whispered, "Miss, I saw clearly that Master Pei's men did not hold back."
The person who carried out the execution was an old maid brought by Pei Ji. The people of the Song family wanted to send someone themselves, but Song Ci was not willing to do so.
If they sent someone, I'm afraid Song Rouxi wouldn't lose a single hair.
Song Ci lifted the hem of her skirt and walked out the door, facing the cold night wind that penetrated into her bones, and looked coldly at Song Rouxi who was beaten and bleeding behind her.
He was wearing a thin shirt and was beaten like a rag.
She was in so much pain that she burst into tears.
Song Ci couldn't help but think that in her previous life, the other person was always superior and received all the love and tolerance that she could never achieve in her lifetime.
There was no way she was unaware of the miserable situation of the third room, but she just felt at ease being the beneficiary, sucking their blood dry and then abandoning them.
Compared to Uncle Song who is evil in public, Song Rouxi is so vicious at heart but pretends to be kind and weak, which makes Song Ci almost nauseous.
A warm and soft touch came from behind.
Song Ci turned around in surprise and met Pei Ji's cold eyes.
"It's late at night, the dew is heavy, be careful of the cold." He gathered Song Ci's fox fur coat, leaned close to her earlobe, and whispered softly, "You came here with hatred, so you must protect yourself."
Song Ci suddenly opened her eyes wide, looked at Pei Ji and smiled, then turned around and left with A Lin and others.
He was wearing a black cloak, and his slender back formed a tall and slender shadow behind him, following closely behind.
In the carriage.
A Lin tried to speak several times, but Pei Ji opened his eyes and said, "If you have something to say, say it quickly."
"I'm confused. Young Master usually doesn't like to get involved in such inner-house strife, so why today..."
"She's waiting for my sincerity." He said with a hint of smile in his voice, "I see her sincerity."
Ah Lin was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered. "Master, you mean that Miss Song San deliberately set up a trap to invite you?"
Pei Ji twisted the wooden beads in his hand, "Not really. She has already figured out how to deal with this situation, and she's testing me. Killing two birds with one stone. She's getting close to me, helping me, and trying to use me for her own benefit."
Alin took a breath.
"Then you still cooperate, young master?"
Pei Ji turned his head inexplicably, and the corners of his cold eyes warmed up a little. "I find it interesting. Song San... has many secrets. It makes people want to get to the bottom of it."
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