Chapter 455: A Family’s Misfortune
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
‘Ye Nanshen was standing! This was the second time today I had seen him rise to his feet. The man who had supposedly been living on borrowed time, wasn’t he alive and well now?’ Rong Feiyu thought to herself.
Rong Feiyu regretted her choices. Ye Nanshen was supposed to be her husband and the person groveling at her feet should have been Rong Qi. Rong Feiyu couldn’t understand why Ye Nanshen had chosen Rong Qi.
But Rong Feiyu barely had a moment to dwell on it before she saw Mrs. Rong Sr. step out, her face stern and implacable.
Wang Qing immediately stood, preparing to support Mrs. Rong Sr.. However, as Wang Qing drew near, Mrs. Rong Sr. suddenly lifted her cane and swung it hard at Wang Qing.
With a piercing scream, Wang Qing found herself sprawling on the ground. A flash of rage crossed her eyes, but it was swiftly replaced by a look of bewildered hurt. “Mother, why? What have I done wrong?”
Wang Qing assumed Mrs. Rong Sr. had been angered by Rong Qi and was now taking it out on her.
Mrs. Rong Sr. glared down at Wang Qing, and with a disgusted spit, she snarled, “Wretch! You’ve been letting Tianshi raise your illegitimate child for over twenty years! You shameless vixen, I’ll beat you to death!”
Lifting her cane again, Mrs. Rong Sr. struck Wang Qing repeatedly. The thud of each blow was as ominous as thunder. Raised in the countryside and used to farm work, Mrs. Rong Sr. possessed a strength few could match.
Only a few blows in, and Wang Qing could take no more. Holding her head, she rolled around on the ground, a far cry from her earlier dignified persona as Mrs. Rong.
“Mother, let me explain! It’s not what you think. Ah! Stop! Please, stop!” Wang Qing writhed on the ground, attempting to dodge the relentless blows, yet each found its mark with deadly accuracy.
Mrs. Rong Sr.’s expression was terrifying, filled with an unyielding harshness. This was a monumental loss of face for her. She could never show herself among her rural friends again if words got out. To her, it was a dishonor for the family.
Mrs. Rong Sr. spat again. “Just tell me! Is Wang Song, that b*stard, yours or not?”
Beaten and disoriented, Wang Qing couldn’t make sense of the words. But even her silence was telling. A member of Ye Nanshen’s inner circle had already briefed Mrs. Rong Sr. on Wang Song’s true identity, backed by a DNA test.
Mrs. Rong Sr. believed that Ye Nanshen was not someone to lie to her without concrete evidence. She panted from exertion, took a moment to catch her breath, then resumed her onslaught. She was unbothered by the watching eyes of bystanders, or the bodyguards who stood a distance away, too hesitant to intervene.
Soon, Wang Qing’s exposed skin was marred with dark purple bruises, shocking to behold. Rong Feiyu, who had been kneeling off to the side, was paralyzed with astonishment. By the time she snapped out of it, Wang Qing was nearly unconscious.
Ignoring the pain of the cobblestone road, Rong Feiyu crawled on her knees toward Mrs. Rong Sr. Just as a new strike was about to land on Wang Qing, Rong Feiyu sped up her crawl and shielded Wang Qing with her own body.
The cane descended, connecting squarely with Rong Feiyu’s shoulder, ricocheting to hit her right cheek. Pain radiated across her face and shoulder as her cheek quickly swelled. Her body twisted and fell upon Wang Qing.
Rong Feiyu clenched her teeth, holding back her scream, her eyes filling with tears that made her look all the more pitiful and vulnerable..