Su Xiaotao thought of this and glanced at the other’s belly.
The other’s belly was already bulging, like a watermelon just beginning to form, growing bigger day by day.
If that watermelon suddenly disappeared, she must be in a lot of pain, she thought.
The thought of the pain Su Xiaofeng might face made Taozi’s blood boil.
Her reputation was already ruined, she didn’t care about it getting worse.
She had already hurt Liu An and didn’t mind hurting another, so...
Xiaofeng looked at the other and suddenly felt that her aura was off. This aura was like a danger signal, making her uneasy.
"Master, she’s going to hurt you," Xiaoqi’s childlike voice rang out.
"Taozi, what are you doing?" Xiaofeng stood in place, like a rooster entering a fight, all alert.
"What can I do? Look at me, my parents don’t care, the villagers just look at me for a laugh. For me, I’ve lost everything. Xiaofeng, you’re different, you have a child, money, a husband, and your parents are good to you. To be honest, I’m really envious of you. If it weren’t for envy turning into jealousy, I wouldn’t have ended up ," she said.
"Su Xiaotao, all of this is your own doing," said He Ximei, realizing something was off about Su Xiaotao, and she stood in front of Xiaofeng.
"Yes, it’s my own doing," Su Xiaotao said, teary-eyed, looking at the scene before her.
She’s just a stepmother, but knows to protect Xiaofeng.
She is the biological daughter of her parents, yet her parents could ignore her, leave her unattended.
Su Xiaotao looked up at the sky, the sky was very blue, crystal clear.
"Haha...," Su Xiaotao laughed like she’d gone mad: "Haha..."
The villagers watched her and only had one thought—she must have gone mad, looking at her unnatural and ghostly state, they began to feel pity for Su Xiaotao.
After all, she had just married the wrong person. If she hadn’t married Liu An, she wouldn’t have ended up in such a state today.
Sensing the situation, He Ximei propped Xiaofeng up to leave: "Xiaofeng, she’s not stable, I’ll take you back first."
But Su Xiaotao charged at Xiaofeng like a madwoman.
"Oh my God," someone exclaimed. Everything happened so fast, everyone was nearly scared to death.
He Ximei tried to stop her, but Su Xiaotao, as if using all her strength, shoved He Ximei far away and charged headfirst toward Xiaofeng’s belly.
"Master, be careful."
Xiaofeng saw her coming and stretched her foot to kick, like kicking a football.
Everyone saw only a blur, and a figure flew out before their eyes, landing towards the stack of firewood, followed by a loud thud, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
The scene left everyone stunned.
The villagers finally believed that Su Dada had truly passed some skills to Xiaofeng, considering the strength and skill displayed; without training, no one could have done that.
"Xiaofeng, are you okay?" He Ximei was not sympathetic towards Xiaotao who flew out. If Xiaofeng hadn’t been somewhat skilled, the present Xiaofeng and the child might have been in danger.
"I’m fine," Xiaofeng said lightly, curving her lips, with both her hands on her belly: "If she hadn’t suddenly tried to hurt the baby, I wouldn’t have hit back so hard."
It was Su Xiaotao’s biggest mistake to target her baby.
"I thought she had a change of heart, but no, she went from bad to worse," said He Ximei, seeing everyone crowding around Su Xiaotao to check her condition. She didn’t want to go over.
Xiaotao was toxic, way too toxic.
"Xiaofeng, are you okay?" Su Wenqing and Guaizi also came forward, the whole thing happened too fast, beyond their imagination.
They never expected Xiaofeng to be so skilled that a casual kick sent someone flying.
"I’m fine," Xiaofeng looked over at the crowd not far away.
Someone had gone to find Hu Xiulan and her husband.
"Uncle, everyone go back for breakfast first, we’ll talk after breakfast," said Xiaofeng. After the recent events, her spirits weren’t very high.
Now she just wanted to go home and enjoy a good breakfast.
The villagers were in a fluster as they carried Su Xiaotao back to the house, apparently severely injured.
It wasn’t long before the third aunt came over.
"Third Auntie," He Ximei quietly pulled the third aunt aside: "How is she?"
The third aunt sighed: "She fell on the stack of firewood, but she’s physically okay. However, I suspect something is wrong with her. We carried her back, and she’s been laughing and crying by turns."
The third aunt pointed to her temple, attesting to how a fine young woman had gone mad.