Chapter 799 - 411: Both Sides Suffer

Chapter 799: Chapter 411: Both Sides Suffer

Sun Tiezhu opened his mouth, but it took him a long while before he angrily retorted, "Even so, you shouldn’t have beaten her up like this."

Zhang Huai mocked, "Do you think your mother just lay on the ground and let people beat her? Look at Zhao Feng, and look at Third Aunt’s face. If my mother hadn’t come over, what kind of state would your mother have beaten Third Aunt and her son into? There’s nothing more to say about this. In a fight, one side always gains the upper hand. You can’t say that whoever loses is right, and whoever wins is wrong, can you? If your mother hadn’t insulted Yangzi and the other children first, would Third Aunt have gone up and hit her?"

As the adults bickered endlessly, Zhao Feng, who had been burying his face in his mother’s arms crying his heart out, looked up and wailed even louder when he saw his father. Pointing a little finger at Liu’er’s mother, he choked back his sobs and stammered brokenly to Zhao San, "Beat... to deff... beat..."

However, the men were busy arguing and no one paid him any mind. Shi Tou’s mother didn’t understand what her son was saying either. Thinking he was in immense pain, she just kept patting and coaxing him. She also wanted to call Zhao San over, urging him to stop arguing and hurry to the market town instead.

Seeing him pointing at Liu’er’s mother while crying and talking, Juhua listened carefully for a moment, feeling both amused and heartbroken. She thought, "This kid is truly ruthless! Now that he sees his dad is here, he feels he has backup. He wants his dad to beat Liu’er’s mother to death to get revenge for him."

"Third Aunt, what is Feng saying?" she asked Shi Tou’s mother.

Hearing this, Zhao San also turned around and coaxed his son, "Good boy, does it hurt a lot? Come here, let Daddy hold you. We’re going to the market town to see a doctor."

As he spoke, he took his youngest son from Shi Tou’s mother’s arms.

Fighting back his sobs, Zhao Feng wrapped one arm around Zhao San’s neck and pointed at Liu’er’s mother, who was lying on the ground, with the other. He persistently told Zhao San, "Daddy, beat her to deff. Beat to deff..."

He repeated it over and over until everyone finally understood. They all stared open-mouthed at this pint-sized child. He truly refused to be taken advantage of; even in this state, he was still thinking about beating the other person to death.

Sun Jinshan and Sun Tiezhu’s faces alternated between red and pale, but they couldn’t utter a single word. After all, what could you say to a toddler barely over a year old?

Although Zhao San’s heart ached for his son and he was seething with fury, he couldn’t just go up and beat Liu’er’s mother at this moment. Seeing his son’s tear-streaked face looking up at him in a crying plea, endlessly repeating "beat to deff," he helplessly replied, "Feng, this woman is already dead. Look, she’s not moving anymore."

Shi Tou’s mother also hastily chimed in to coax him, "Mom and Aunt Zhang beat her to death. She’s completely dead."

Sun Jinshan yelled angrily, "Zhao San!"

Zhao San glared at him with an unkind expression and said, "What? You can’t even handle a single sentence? Then how about I smash your grandson over the head just like this? Afterwards, you can coax him however you want. Even if you tell him I’m already dead and buried in the ground, I won’t say a word."

Sun Jinshan felt his confidence falter and had no words to reply.

Upon hearing his parents’ words, Zhao Feng stopped crying. With his teary, hazy eyes and a little red nose, he stared at Liu’er’s mother for a moment. He let out a hiccup first, then earnestly told Zhao San, "Not dead. Moving."

This time, he articulated his words clearly. He even raised his hand, gesturing for Zhao San to look, and said to his mother, "Mom, not dead. Still moving." He had seen Liu’er’s mother’s arm twitch, which was why he said this.

Several people couldn’t help but snicker. Not daring to laugh out loud, they had to turn their backs.

Zhao San and his wife didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This youngest son of theirs had always possessed an unrelenting temperament. When he was just a few months old, if someone annoyed him, he could cry for a full two-hour period without stopping. Today, he had truly developed a deep-seated hatred for Liu’er’s mother.

Furious, Sun Tiezhu said to Zhao San, "Third Uncle, even if he’s little, you can’t just let him say whatever he wants like this."

Zhao San’s eyes widened in a glare, and he was just about to curse back. Seeing that their bickering would never end, Juhua hurriedly reminded them, "Third Uncle, Third Aunt, take Feng to the market town first. That bump on his head looks terrifying."

She was extremely worried, wondering, "Who knows if this child suffered any internal head injuries? If it’s just a bump from a fall, it naturally doesn’t matter much. But if the nerves or blood vessels inside are damaged, then we’ll be in huge trouble."

Only then did Zhao San begin to panic. He called out to Shi Tou’s mother and turned to leave.

Sun Jinshan shouted loudly, "Hold on! You beat someone up like this and think you can just leave?" As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the Zhang family. His meaning was obvious: he wanted the Zhang family to take responsibility.

Juhua and Huai Zi stood beside He, ignoring him completely. Zhang Dashuan was just about to speak, but Zhang Huai grabbed him, shook his head, and motioned for him to look at Li Gengtian.

Seeing that he was dragging things back to the previous topic, Li Gengtian’s face darkened. He shot a disgusted glance at Liu’er’s mother and said, "You people still have the leisure to argue here? Aren’t you in a hurry to send the injured to the market town to see a doctor? Since you aren’t in a rush, then I’ll take my time judging the rights and wrongs of this mess. But let’s get the ugly truth out of the way first—if someone dies, don’t blame me for holding things up."

Sun Tiezhu finally woke up as if from a dream. He hurriedly squatted down to support his elderly mother.

Zhao San and his wife hurriedly headed toward Zheng Family Courtyard to find Qingmu. Juhua, Huai Zi, and the others also followed them and left.

While this side was in an uproar, the main gates of Li Changliang’s house remained tightly shut, utterly silent.

Sun Jinshan stared at the two closed doors, his eyes practically spitting fire. He roared, "Sun Liu’er, your old mother was beaten to death right outside your doorstep, and you won’t even come out to take a look?"

He actually wanted to yell at Li Changliang, blaming him for not coming out to back up his mother-in-law. If he had come out earlier and pulled the people apart, Liu’er’s mother wouldn’t have been beaten up so badly. However, he was a bit afraid of this son-in-law, so he made Liu’er his target instead.

With a CREAK, the gates of the Li Family house were pulled open. Li Changliang’s sturdy frame blocked the doorway as he said coldly, "Look at her for what? To let people beat Liu’er along with her? Do you want her to die another time?"

Sun Jinshan shook with anger and trembled as he replied, "Who... who asked her to die? It’s bad enough that you don’t care or ask about her, but you even shut your gates. You unfilial wretch..."

Li Changliang rolled his eyes and fired back furiously, "Filial piety? Being stuck with an old mother like this makes life unlivable. You are the father; Liu’er is your flesh and blood. Since you say she’s unfilial, why don’t you just take a knife and hack her to death? Just pretend you never had this daughter! I’ll die right alongside her. Cut me down. If I fight back, then I’m not raised by humans. But if you want us to do something as foolish as she did and help her pick fights with others, you’re daydreaming."

Li Laoda said in displeasure, "Since Liu’er married into my Li Family, she is a daughter-in-law of the Li Family. A married woman must follow her husband. What’s the meaning of constantly demanding your married-out daughter to do this and that?"