Chapter 98: Shi Yuebai Weighs 700 Jin

Song Yucheng and Liang Yimo were hiding from Pang Ziyuan and Ah Hong.

Song Yucheng said, “Sister-in-law, I haven’t seen you for a while, how did you get so fierce?”

Liang Yimo was also annoyed. She pointed at Pang Ziyuan and said,

“When you were little, I used to hold you. And now you dare to throw a brick at me?”

Pang Ziyuan and Ah Hong were both red-eyed from their fight.

These two shameless people—if only they hadn’t shown up. But everyone knew that Pang Zhenggong had been betrayed by his own brother.

Yet here they were, putting on innocent faces and thick-skinned enough to come knocking.

That just made people hate them even more.

After a while, Shi Yaoyao came out.

“Aunt Hong, Brother Ziyuan, Auntie says you can come in.”

Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan stopped fighting.

Actually, they hadn’t really done anything to Liang Yimo and Song Yucheng.

Because they weren’t skilled fighters.

Even though Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan did hard labor for Shi Yuebai every day, compared to two grown men who regularly navigated ruins, they were no match.

Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan simply couldn’t compete.

They quickly turned and entered the Shi family compound.

As the bedsheet hanging over the doorway fluttered, Liang Yimo and Song Yucheng both craned their necks at the same time, peering inside.

With their professional instincts, they both knew there had to be food behind that wall.

Just look at Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan—fair-skinned and plump, unlike those skin-and-bones burdens.

Ah Hong and her son both had meat on their bones.

Clearly, there was no shortage of food.

But all Song Yucheng and Liang Yimo could see, in the moment when the bedsheet was lifted, was a swirl of white mist inside the wall.

Other than that, there seemed to be a shadowy figure sitting on the ground.

The bedsheet quickly fell back into place, and they couldn’t see anything more.

Song Yucheng and Liang Yimo exchanged glances.

They both knew—they’d found a big fish.

Liang Yimo stepped forward, wanting to lift the bedsheet for a better look.

Shi Yaoyao blocked the doorway, her big head held high, her voice crisp:

“You can’t go in. Auntie will scold you to death.”

Liang Yimo snorted, looking down at Shi Yaoyao.

“So you’re the Shi family’s big-headed kid?”

The Shi family used to be quite famous—in the wasteland, they were a pillar under Commander Qiao.

Unfortunately, all the Shi men had died. With only a few women left, the Shi family was no longer a threat.

Liang Yimo had left the Qiao team before the Shi men died.

So his understanding of the Shi family was stuck in the past.

Seeing Shi Yaoyao frown, he spoke with contempt:

“Oh, even a retard can get angry?”

Everyone’s impression of Shi Yaoyao was: useless, a burden, a freak, an idiot. The kind of person who couldn’t survive in the wasteland and would die soon.

Maybe Shi Yaoyao’s only value was to be caught and eaten.

That she’d managed to live to eight years old was only because the Shi men had been so strong.

Not only could they feed the big fat pig Shi Yuebai, but they’d also managed to raise this little waste, Shi Yaoyao.

Shi Yaoyao could understand the mockery in Liang Yimo’s tone.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

In the past, when people mocked her and called her a useless idiot, she’d been unmoved.

Because she simply hadn’t understood.

But today, she understood.

Liang Yimo’s malice—she was like a disgusting, useless cockroach in his eyes.

Shi Yaoyao was furious.

Behind the bedsheet, the sound of a wheelchair rolling could be heard.

A huge figure emerged from inside the door.

Shi Yuebai stood behind Shi Yaoyao and scolded her,

“Useless. All you can do is cry?”

Shi Yaoyao turned to look at Shi Yuebai, aggrieved.

She’d been scolded—Liang Yimo had insulted her, ah ah ah.

Shi Yaoyao wanted to scream, but Auntie had told her she wasn’t allowed to.

Shi Yuebai, expressionless, handed her a brick.

“If he insults you, kill him.”

“Tears are the most useless form of resistance.”

Liang Yimo and Song Yucheng couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Liang Yimo said, “Ah Cheng, want to hear what these two losers are saying?”

Song Yucheng laughed too, shaking his head helplessly.

Did Shi Yuebai mistake them for Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan?

No, no, even Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan, both healthy adults, couldn’t lay a finger on them.

As for Shi Yuebai and Shi Yaoyao?

One’s a fat pig, the other’s an idiot.

“They’re just asking for humiliation,” Song Yucheng said indifferently.

He prepared to bypass Shi Yuebai and Shi Yaoyao and enter the Shi family compound.

But unexpectedly, Shi Yaoyao took the brick from Shi Yuebai, turned around.

Shi Yuebai said, “Aim for the crotch.”

Shi Yaoyao raised her hand and smashed the brick hard at Song Yucheng’s crotch.

She was small, and everyone’s fixed impression of her was that she was a disabled idiot who couldn’t even walk.

Who would have thought she’d be so ruthless, swinging the brick with all her might?

Caught off guard, Song Yucheng’s face went pale and cold sweat broke out all over him.

He bent over, clutching his crotch. “Ah!”

Shi Yuebai said, “Head.”

Without hesitation, Shi Yaoyao raised the brick and smashed it down on Song Yucheng’s head.

“Ah!”

A grown man like Song Yucheng was beaten bloody by an eight-year-old girl.

Shi Yuebai said, “Keep going. Head. Don’t stop.”

Shi Yaoyao seized the chance and kept smashing, again and again.

Smash, smash, smash, smash!!!

Liang Yimo was stunned. Before Song Yucheng could be beaten to death, he rushed forward and kicked Shi Yaoyao, sending her flying a meter or two.

Second Sister Shi came rushing out with a gun, her eyes empty and hollow.

But she aimed straight at Liang Yimo’s forehead and fired.

“Bang!”

Liang Yimo bent down to help the bleeding Song Yucheng, unconsciously dodging the fatal shot.

But Second Sister Shi’s bullet still grazed his scalp.

A streak of blood slid down Liang Yimo’s forehead, slanting across his brow bone.

Coming back to his senses, Liang Yimo realized he’d just brushed shoulders with death.

He plopped down on the ground.

Pale-faced, he looked up at Second Sister Shi.

Shi Yuebai looked at Shi Yaoyao.

That kick had left Shi Yaoyao lying on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

Shi Yuebai raised a finger, and a small healing spell flew to Shi Yaoyao.

“Get up. Anything that doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.”

Fat energy drained from Shi Yuebai’s body.

Shi Yuebai now weighed 700 jin.

Shi Yaoyao, her face pale and blue, crawled up from the ground.

Her legs were strapped with prosthetics. She staggered over to pick up the fallen brick.

Second Sister Shi raised her gun for a second shot.

She wanted to kill the bastard who hurt her daughter.

But at that critical moment, Second Sister Shi’s gun ran out of bullets.

She was so angry she trembled, tears welling in her empty eyes.

Then, Second Sister Shi saw a blur of white, and a small, swaying figure appeared before her.

Second Sister Shi tilted her head, listening carefully.

“Yaoyao, Yaoyao.”

That tiny, swaying figure—was it her daughter, Shi Yaoyao?!

Second Sister Shi was stunned, standing there not knowing how to react.

She—she could see?

The last straw that made me completely lose faith in the renovation company was that they sold me composite flooring at the price of solid wood.

And they didn’t even explain it clearly, just called it ‘wood flooring.’"