"Slap——"

"Slap slap——"

"Slap slap slap slap——"

The first sound was the fierce smack of a slap on the flesh of a face.

The second sound was the noise of glass being shattered.

The third sound was a group of people clapping and laughing.

Wanjing's mouth hung with a trace of fresh blood, as she was harshly pushed to the ground, her delicate face now bearing a bright and clear imprint of a hand.

"Bitch, evil woman, you deserve it!"

"Hmph, why would you like someone like that, liking a mere security guard."

"You should die, you're selfish and degrading yourself, don't drag us down too, your dad is almost gone, the Su Family needs a good support, offending the Yu Family of Yanjing, how can we live peacefully?"

"That's right, I thought Sister Wanjing was a decent person before, but now I realize, it's at critical moments when you see someone's true ugly nature."

"Tsk tsk, Sister Wanjing, you really have so many luxury items? So beautiful, you don't mind if I take them, right? Hehe, then I'll take them. Butler, help me move all these things here, Sister Wanjing doesn't need them."

Wanjing bit her teeth, enduring these piercing voices, not making a single sound—she was waiting, believing in the words "Leave this matter to me."

"Lin Hai, I always believe in you, I'm waiting for you."

"Yikes? This ragdoll is too worn, throw it away, burn it, these trashy items, how can we keep it in the Su Family? It would be so embarrassing if word got out." The speaker was Wanjing's second uncle's eldest daughter, her face sharp and shrewish, wearing thin glasses, pretending to be a highbrow intellectual.

Wanjing was suddenly pained, and frantically lunged towards the ragdoll that was about to be taken away by a servant, trying to snatch it back.

"No, that was left by my mother before she passed, you can't touch it!"

"Take it away, immediately!" demanded the daughter of Wanjing's second uncle, her voice piercing.

Wanjing clutched the servant's hand tightly, refusing to let go, shouting, "No, this is the only gift my mother left me before she died, don't burn it, please no."

The servant looked at Wanjing expressionlessly, unfamiliarly trying to break free from her grip.

Somewhere from within, Wanjing summoned the strength, bitting her teeth hard, gripping the servant's hand, refusing to let go no matter what, her beautiful eyes intensely focused on the worn ragdoll.

"Bitch, let go!" the second uncle's daughter pointed at Wanjing's head, loudly scolding.

Wanjing's face was blurred with tears, yet she still refused to release her grip.

"Slap——"

A fierce slap struck her face hard, making even the bystanders feel a fiery sting on their own faces.

Yet, Wanjing stubbornly did not loosen her grip, teeth gritted.

That ragdoll was the only memento left by her mother, the spiritual support that had sustained Wanjing for over twenty years, she wouldn't allow it to be destroyed.

At this moment, Wanjing was like a mother who would go to all lengths for her child, her actions tragic yet filled with a noble self-sacrifice.

The Su Family, her relatives, the bonds thicker than water, within such a grand family, all seemed as pale as paper.

Wanjing now only thought of protecting that beautiful doll, at all costs.

The servant yanked forward ruthlessly.

With a cry of "Ah," Wanjing's body was dragged over the floor of the messy room filled with glass shards, dragged for over three meters; tiny pieces of glass deeply embedded into her once flawless skin, and after a brief moment, blood seeped out, staining her white clothes red.

"Stupid whore, you asked for this."

The eldest daughter of the second uncle, her glasses gleaming with a sinister light, picked up a shard of glass from the floor, and fiercely stabbed it towards Wanjing's hands.

"What are you doing! Bastards, anyone who dares touch my sister Wanjing, I won't rest until you're dead!"

Suddenly, a roar filled with madness rang out, Tianlin stormed into the hallway where the Su Family servants were and charged into Wanjing's room.

The glass shard pierced through the delicate skin of Wanjing's hands, and blood spurted out.

"Ah!"

Tianlin's eyes turned bloodshot, as if they were about to split, his teeth nearly grinding to dust.

"I'll make you cry for your mama!"

Driven by madness, Tianlin charged at the eldest daughter of Wanjing's second uncle; this woman, who dared to harm sister Wanjing, must die, must!

With a bang—

A figure flashed by, and before Tianlin could see clearly, he felt a crushing blow to his abdomen, as if hit by a cannonball, sending him flying back with blood spewing from his mouth and slamming hard against the wall.

"Hmph, Tianlin, I used to call you Master Yu, but now, you are less than a dead dog."

"Forget to tell you, this is my newly hired ex-member of the Dragon Tooth Special Forces — Bat, once hailed as the King of Soldiers in Dragon Tooth; you overestimated yourself, didn't you?" The second uncle's eldest daughter, her face twisted with a malicious grinning and proudly lifting her head like a victorious chicken, gloated her triumph.

Under the excruciating pain in her hands, Wanjing finally couldn't resist and let go; the servant ruthlessly pushed her away, hurriedly grabbing the old cloth doll and ran outside, preparing to immediately burn it.

"No, please, don't, you can take anything you want, just give me the doll back."

"Nian, big sister adored you when you were little, please, help big sister retrieve the doll, okay?" Wanjing helplessly begged the portly boy donned in men's singlets standing in front of her.

The chubby boy spit viciously at her and cursed, "You're a bad woman, I won't help you; hmm, mom says you're a whore."

"Shut up, I'll kill your grandfather, I'll cut you all down later!" Tianlin collapsed on the ground, spitting blood as if it cost him nothing, yet glaring fiercely at the chubby boy; in his mind, no one could belittle sister Wanjing unless he was dead.

"Still talking crap? Liu Neng, go, break this guy." The second uncle's eldest daughter snorted coldly, her eyes glinting with cruelty behind her glasses.

Liu Neng carried a sinister smile, clenched his fists and, looking down from above, approached Tianlin, lifted him up, and like rain, his fists furiously and crazily struck Tianlin's abdomen.

Tianlin burst out spitting blood, rapidly losing consciousness, yet his lips still faintly muttered, "Who dares hurt my sister Wanjing, I'll exterminate his entire family..."

His voice got softer and softer, eventually fading into silence—

With a gory sound.

Tianlin collapsed like a deflated ball, lifeless on the ground, only his right hand's index finger involuntarily twitching, surrounded by a large puddle of crimson blood spewed from his abdomen.

"No, no, please spare him," Wanjing cried blurred by tears.

"Lin Hai, where are you? Where are you? They are all bad people, Lin Hai, I believe you will come with that demeanor that despises the impossibilities of the world and take me away, take me away…"

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