"What did you say?" Qin Fen’s sleepiness vanished as he grabbed Qin Jian’s military shorts, trembling hands asking Song Yueqin, "Did you steal these?"
"No... I didn’t... Qin Fen... your sister-in-law is framing me. How could I possibly do such a thing?!" Song Yueqin completely panicked.
Seeing Qin Fen’s eyes gradually redden, her heart twisted into a knot.
"Song Yueqin! I’m gonna fuck your mother!" Qin Fen threw off the covers, not caring that he was undressed, leapt out of bed, grabbed Song Yueqin by the hair, and mercilessly began slapping her face with his palm, "You’re shameless! You really did have those kinds of thoughts and feelings for my brother! I should’ve known, if you could seduce me into sleeping with you, then you could seduce my brother as well!"
Qin Fen was on the edge of rage, beating Song Yueqin as if he had lost control.
Seeing his brother’s violent strikes swell Song Yueqin’s face and blood slowly started to drip from her mouth, Qin Jian wanted to intervene but An Hao grabbed his wrist firmly, "Don’t go! Let Qin Fen handle this! It’s good for her to be beaten now, you certainly don’t want Song Yueqin to do something unseemly one day and bring shame upon the Qin Family, right?"
"I’m afraid he might kill Song Yueqin," Qin Jian said anxiously.
"He won’t," An Hao said coldly, with a sneer, "They say good people don’t meet premature deaths, but troublemakers live for a thousand years."
In her past life, Song Yueqin had lived longer and had much better days than An Hao had.
Qin Fen seemed addicted to hitting her, slapping wasn’t enough, he grabbed Song Yueqin’s long hair, viciously jerking her head into the door frame, instantly cracking her forehead, her blood flowing down her cheek.
The blow was too fierce, darkening Song Yueqin’s vision. Before she could fall, Qin Fen had already raised his leg and kicked hard into her stomach.
Song Yueqin staggered backward several steps, then fell to the ground with a thud, motionless.
"Damn it!" Seeing this, Qin Jian rushed over to check on her.
"I’ll do it." An Hao, having interned at the hospital with Yan Ye, diagnosed some minor problems on her own, "She’s only fainted. That strike must have been hard, she might have a mild concussion."
Calm had returned, and Qin Fen, seeing Song Yueqin lying on the ground, was stunned.
He knelt beside Song Yueqin’s body, hugged her, and shook her, "Yueqin, wake up! You’re not dead, are you? You can’t die!"
"She’s not dead. Let’s get her to the hospital, they’ll bandage her up and it’ll be fine," An Hao said.
Such an uproar early in the morning had disturbed the peace.
Song Yueqin was taken to the hospital, where the doctor’s diagnosis matched An Hao’s, nothing serious, they bandaged her wound and prescribed medication.
An Hao also picked up medication for An Shuchao, and then they all went back home.
Back at home, Song Yueqin suffered dizziness and vomiting for a while, feeling somewhat better after taking her medicine.
Qin Fen, sitting on the sofa and smoking sullenly, looked at Song Yueqin, feeling both pity and contempt for her, and after trying to restrain himself, he could not hold back and scolded her, "Let me tell you! You are my wife, and your body and heart belong to me! If you dare have inappropriate thoughts about another man again, I will really kill you!"
Song Yueqin, holding her aching head, said nothing, not even glancing at Qin Fen.
The days were coming to an end, she thought quietly to herself!