394: Chapter 394: Children Fighting (Four Updates)_1 394: Chapter 394: Children Fighting (Four Updates)_1 Yang Ruohuai burst into louder tears when he saw his mother coming out, but this time, he didnât sit on the ground to cry.
Instead, he stood up, pointing at Yang Ruxin and her brother while crying, âMother, itâs these two wretches.
Hit them, beat them with the rattan stick, whip these cheap goods to death âŠâ
In reality, the way of interacting within the Yang Family had been deeply ingrained in his heart.
It was a pattern where all his cousins from the first house, whether they were older or younger, male or female, could be beaten and scolded by anyone who was unhappy.
Even though his eldest cousin had beaten him before, his memory was mostly filled with scenes of their nanny disciplining them, with the few from the first house cowering in fear.
Therefore, when he saw them today, he instinctively wanted to bully them, picking up a half-cut radish butt and throwing it their way, but what he didnât expect was âŠ
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that the radish butt would hit his own forehead, and it hurt so much âŠ
Feng Caie then looked towards Yang Ruxin, meaning to continue her tirade, but when she remembered how the gleaming knife almost cut into her own body, she felt a deep fear from the bottom of her heart, managing only to force a wry smile.
Seeing that his mother wasnât disciplining them immediately as he had expected, Yang Ruohuai grew even more displeased, ramming his head into Feng Caieâs stomach and making her stagger, âMother, hurry up and hit them.
Sell Yang Dani into the brothel, let thousands upon thousands of people âŠâ He often heard his mother talking about selling Yang Dani into a brothel for thousands to mount and touch, but he couldnât remember the whole thing, so he left his sentence unfinished.
Yang Ruxinâs face grew darker.
Although what was said wasnât clear, she could guess the content.
It seemed Fengâs schemes against her were quite frequent.
It appeared she had been too kind throwing Feng into a filthy ditch before.
Feng Caie hadnât expected her son to blurt out such words and looked at Yang Ruxin somewhat awkwardly, âKids say the darnedest things âŠâ
Yang Ruxin looked back at Feng Caie with a smirk, pondering whether to trick her into a sack or to hit her from behind with a club âŠ
Feng Caie felt a chill run through her body under Yang Ruxinâs gaze.
âYouâre the wretch, youâre the one who deserves to be sold for money,â Xiaofeng spoke up defiantly, âYouâre just a maggot, a piece of trash.â
âYou dare to insult me?â Yang Ruohuaiâs displeasure surged instantly.
No matter how much he acted up in the past, this little cousin never dared say a word.
Now he dared to talk back?
Unacceptable.
He had to teach this brat a lesson himself and immediately broke free from Fengâs grasp, stomping his way over.
Xiaofeng glanced nervously at Yang Ruxin.
âGo ahead, hit hard those who donât know respect,â Yang Ruxin let go, handing over the wine jar he had been holding.
Yang Ruohuai was asking for it, but for her to hit a five-year-old would be picking on the little guy, so it was better to let four-year-old Xiaofeng do it, âHit as hard as you can.
If anything happens, your big sister will take the fall.â
Xiaofeng, who used to be small and skinny, had been beaten by Yang Ruohuai many times and never dared to cry.
But in the past month or so, as the familyâs living conditions improved and with continuous martial arts training under Gu Yao, both his height and strength had increased significantly.
With the thoughts instilled by Yang Ruxin, he didnât fall short when facing Yang Ruohuai this time.
In fact, he landed a kick in the otherâs belly straight away.
Yang Ruohuai yelped, bending forward and falling to the ground, crying loudly.
Xiaofeng then straddled him, swinging his little fists and punching away.
âYou little devil, how dare you hit my son?â Feng, seeing her son at a disadvantage, immediately rushed forward.