The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

"I think you still don't accept me!" Xihe smiled coldly and grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on Feng Qingsong's wound.

Feng Qingsong screamed in pain and kept slapping the salt on it, but unfortunately, the salt had already melted.

He patted his head, and the salt water flowed into the wound. The feeling was indescribable.

He no longer cared about Li Piaopiao and his son, and quickly rushed to the large vat of lotus flowers in the yard.

He wanted to use water to wash off the salt, but he forgot that water would increase the pain if it came into contact with the wound.

He didn't dare to wash it and wanted to see a doctor.

He had not taken a few steps when he met a woman in red.

"Go back." Feng Qi said coldly, playing with the dagger in his hand.

Feng Qingsong looked at the dagger in Feng Qi's hand and returned to the front hall with a resigned heart.

As soon as he stepped into the front hall, he saw his son kneeling in front of Xihe.

"You ungrateful bastard, tell me how I have treated you wrongly?" Xihe pulled Feng Yuncan's ear and asked coldly.

"You...you are a useless embroiderer. This is not the kind of mother I want." Feng Yuncan was beaten by Xihe, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"Go on." Xihe was not her original self, so she was totally indifferent to Feng Yuncan's remarks.

There was no trace of emotion in her eyes. Feng Yuncan's accusations were just insignificant nonsense to her.

"I hate you. I don't want you to be my mother. You are not worthy. You often force me to do things I don't like. I hate you..." Feng Yuncan yelled the last few words.

"Pa pa pa——!" Xihe raised his hand and slapped Feng Yuncan a few more times, and a few more teeth fell out of his mouth.

"I hate you..." Feng Yuncan stared at Xihe fiercely, as if they were not mother and son, but instead had a deep hatred.

"Bang!" Xihe raised his foot and kicked him out. Without Li Piaopiao as a cushion, he fell hard this time.

"Ugh..." His stomach churned, and when he opened his mouth, a large amount of bright red blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

His face was pale, his eyes were full of pain and confusion, and he had obviously suffered a great blow.

"Giving birth to you is my shame. You hate me, and I hate you even more." Xihe said coldly, his tone full of disgust and coldness.

Li Piaopiao became obedient. She didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear of attracting Xihe's attention and getting beaten up.

"Son! Who is it? Who hurt you..." At this time, a shrill scream came into Xihe's ears.

The old man came back, and Xihe walked out the door, playing with a sharp dagger.

"Speak! Are you mute?" Old Mrs. Feng pulled her beloved son's arm and asked anxiously.

"Yes! Hurry up and tell me!" Old Man Feng also shouted anxiously.

"It's...it's her..." Feng Qingsong pointed at Xihe with a cold face and answered loudly.

"She?" Old Mrs. Feng rolled up her sleeves and rushed towards Xihe, cursing him in dirty words.

"You slut, you damned bitch, you whore who sleeps with thousands of men, why are you harming my son? He's your man..." (I have to use pinyin because I have to, otherwise, some words can't be written)

"Bang!" Xihe raised his foot and kicked the old woman who was rushing towards him away.

Her old arms and legs could not withstand the blow at all. She fell out and struggled for a long time but could not get up. She could only lie on the ground groaning in pain.

"Feng Qi, pull out her tongue."

"Yes." Feng Qi quickly appeared beside the old woman with a dagger in his hand. With a flash of cold light, a piece of tongue fell to the ground.

"Wuwuwu..." The old woman covered her mouth and looked at Feng Qi in horror.

"You vicious woman, you vicious woman, she is your mother-in-law, how dare you beat your mother-in-law? I will definitely report you to the police and have you put in jail..." Old man Feng pointed at Xihe and cursed angrily.

"What are you going to do?" Old Man Feng asked stutteringly when he saw Xihe suddenly appear in front of him.

His eyes were wide, and the wrinkles on his face were deepened by tension.

"Pa pa pa!" Xihe raised his hand without hesitation and slapped several times, the force so great that the air made a crisp sound.

Old man Feng was beaten so hard that he staggered back. A mouthful of old teeth fell out and scattered on the ground. Blood quickly flowed from the corners of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with shock and pain, and he looked even older.

Xi He squatted beside Old Man Feng with a dagger in his hand and said coldly, "Mother-in-law? You are not worthy at all."

"You still want to report to the police? I think your legs, feet and tongue are no longer needed." Xihe said as the dagger in his hand cut through Old Man Feng's ankle.

“Ahhh… let me go… let me go… I won’t dare to do it again…” Old man Feng didn’t expect that his daughter-in-law would actually dare to attack him.

The severe pain made him tremble all over and break out in cold sweat. He kept begging for mercy, hoping to escape this nightmarish torture.

"Dad..." Feng Qingsong didn't expect that his old father would also fall victim to Xihe's murder.

He stumbled over and stood in front of Xihe, begging, "Yin Jinxiu, Aunt, whatever you want, we will give it to you, give it to you..."

"Please let them go! They are too old to bear this..." Feng Qingsong was still a filial son, and he kept kowtowing to Xihe for his parents.

"I hate being insulted." Xihe said coldly.

"We won't dare to do it again. Don't worry, I will restrain them..." Feng Qingsong assured repeatedly.

"He's going to report to the police." Xihe pointed at old man Feng who was groaning in pain on the ground.

"No, no, no, we won't report it to the police. Besides, I'm the most powerful official here, no one dares to interfere, don't worry." Feng Qingsong almost swore to the sky.

"Hmph!" Xihe snorted coldly, and quickly swung the dagger in his hand, and Old Man Feng's hands and feet fell to the ground.

Bright red blood quickly gushed out, staining his clothes red.

Feng Qingsong looked at the miserable condition of his old father, gritted his teeth tightly, and dared not say a word.

"Feng Qingsong, all your food, clothing, and rent these years were paid for with the money I earned from embroidery. Now you have to compensate me!"

Feng Qingsong looked at the bright red on the dagger in Xihe's hand. He swallowed hard and stammered, "Compensation! I'll get someone to get it for you right away."

"I served your parents and took care of you, so you should pay me for my hard work."

"Okay, is there anything else?" Feng Qingsong gritted his teeth and agreed as long as no one was killed.

"Yes, I want to divorce you."

"Okay, I'll go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Feng Qingsong almost laughed out loud when he heard this and answered quickly.