"Second aunt, I’d advise you not to intervene. Let the children sort it out themselves," Yang Ruxin said coolly. "Otherwise, if you’re going to get involved, I can’t just stand by, can I?" She placed the basket on the ground and flexed her wrists.
Feng Caie immediately halted in her tracks, instinctively shrinking her neck and conjuring a smile uglier than crying, "Hehe, fighting does harm goodwill. I merely wished to separate them." Then she raised her voice, "Dad, mom, Dani and Xiaofeng are here..."
"Harm goodwill, huh?" Yang Ruxin laughed, "Then let’s not fight."
Upon hearing this, Xiaofeng promptly held back his fists and obediently ran to his elder sister’s side, his face beaming with pride. Now, will you still dare to bully me?
Leaving only Yang Ruohuai on the ground, crying and throwing a tantrum.
"Quiet!" Yang Peili emerged first, his brow furrowing upon seeing his little grandson acting this way. He shouted sternly and then turned to Feng Caie, "What kind of teaching is this?"
Feng Caie pursed her lips but didn’t dare talk back.
Yang Ruohuai, though frightened, had always been spoiled by his family, so when his grandfather shouted at him, it did not calm him; instead, he wailed even louder.
Yang Ruxin twisted her mouth sarcastically, "Grandpa, looking at Ruohuai, you should be comforted. He absolutely inherited grandma’s mantle." The mantle of cursing and making a scene.
Yang Peili’s brows knitted together.
"Who dares hit my brother?" At that moment, a figure rushed in from outside, "I’ll beat him to death..." But as soon as he attempted to reach for Xiaofeng, his wrist was caught, and he grimaced in pain, "Let go, cousin, let go, it hurts to death..." How could he forget that his elder cousin had become tough now? Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?
Yang Ruxin smiled, "Try touching Xiaofeng and see..." Yang Ruban was actually quite decent when he was younger, with a noble character, but he was completely spoiled by the Feng Family and Yang Anshi, taking after Yang Baifu’s habits in full measure. Now he idles his days away, engaging in petty theft.
"Cousin, I dare not, I really dare not..." Yang Ruban cried out in pain, his voice changing, "Please, cousin, I was wrong..."
"Scram!" Yang Ruxin shoved Yang Ruban away with force and even threw in a kick for good measure.
The boy tumbled to the ground, but having the sense to get up, he scrambled away on the double.
"Ruban..." Feng Caie called out from behind.
But the boy ran faster than a rabbit, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Yang Ruohuai, having seen Ruban get hit, had paused for a moment. Now that his elder brother had left, he started howling again.
"So noisy!" Xiaofeng frowned, "Elder sister, may I hit him again?"
"Next time you see him, you can hit him once! Just don’t kill him," Yang Ruxin granted permission.
"Hmm." Xiaofeng nodded vigorously, then stared intently at Yang Ruohuai.
Feng Caie’s mouth twitched.
Yang Ruohuai, who had been crying, was startled into shaking by Xiaofeng’s glare, and a big snot from his nose dripped unchecked, flowing to the corner of his mouth. As he continued to cry, it went straight into his mouth, and upon realization, he smacked his lips involuntarily.
Yang Ruxin shuddered, repulsed.
Yang Peili didn’t know how to react and felt his face burning with shame. He strode over, yanked Yang Ruohuai up, and smacked his behind, putting real force into it. The slap echoed, and Yang Ruohuai’s cries came to an abrupt halt.