Chapter 14: Abuse of Scumbags

At this time, everyone in the Zuo family villa was fast asleep.

Zuo Zonghe had waited until now to take action.

His movements were very light, but Si Fuqing heard them clearly.

She had spent years walking on the edge of a knife, and even the slightest movement wouldn't escape her ears.

Si Fuqing knew very well that indulging others meant handing her life over to her enemies.

This was a creed she had paid for in blood.

On the bed, the girl curled up in the quilt, looking as if she was sleeping soundly, completely defenseless.

Si Fuqing didn't wear makeup when she slept. Her face was bare, revealing her natural beauty.

Her eyelashes were long and thick, her skin cool, white, and delicate. Even without lipstick, her lips had a natural flush, reminding people of the beauties with rouge-stained lips in ancient paintings.

The alcohol made Zuo Zonghe's head hot. His throat moved as he swallowed, and he quickly stepped forward, reaching out his hand.

But Si Fuqing was faster.

She suddenly opened her eyes, twisted Zuo Zonghe's wrist with her backhand, and stabbed a broken piece of a beer bottle into his skin.

Just as Zuo Zonghe was about to scream and shake the entire villa awake, Si Fuqing's fingers shot out like lightning, locking around his throat.

She smiled coldly. "Shh, be quiet."

Zuo Zonghe's voice got stuck in his throat. His eyes widened, his mind freezing in shock.

He was completely unable to comprehend what was happening before him, his entire body rigid with fear.

In Zuo Zonghe's impression, Si Fuqing was a nobody—a bastard living under someone else's roof, her parents unknown. She had only been powerful when Old Man Zuo was still alive.

Now that Mr. Zuo was gone, Si Fuqing should have been easy to deal with.

If she hadn't preferred to cut her own wrists rather than obey him that day, he wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble to get into her room.

But now?

Zuo Zonghe's ears buzzed, and his limbs went numb.

"As for me, I prefer tit-for-tat," Si Fuqing said, tilting her head slightly. "So this time, it's just a small wound."

She gestured to his bleeding wrist and chuckled. "Next time, it'll be here."

Zuo Zonghe suddenly felt a chill spread through his lower body. He wanted to speak, but Si Fuqing's grip on his throat was too tight—he couldn't make a sound.

"Don't worry," Si Fuqing said soothingly, seeing his fear. "I calculated the rate of your bleeding. You won't be in danger for at least 24 hours. But after that..."

She smiled, her voice soft. "I can't guarantee anything."

That was the final straw. Zuo Zonghe couldn't bear it any longer—he completely lost consciousness.

Si Fuqing casually kicked him out of the room, disposed of the broken glass, and then climbed back into bed, sleeping soundly for the rest of the night.

The next morning, a scream shattered the villa's peace, startling everyone awake.

Mrs. Zuo always woke up at 6:30 for her morning exercises.

She remembered that Zuo Zonghe had planned to deal with Si Fuqing last night, so she had come to check, fearing that Si Fuqing might have entangled herself with the Zuo family again.

But she hadn't expected to find blood all over the floor and Zuo Zonghe unconscious.

"Zonghe!" Madam Zuo panicked, rushing forward. "Zonghe, wake up! Don't scare me! Zonghe! Tianfeng! Tianfeng!"

"What are you screaming about so early in the morning?" Zuo Tianfeng, irritated from being woken up, came downstairs impatiently.

"Tianfeng, come here quickly!" Madam Zuo cried out. "Zonghe is dying!"

Zuo Tianfeng stepped forward and was shocked by the sight in front of him. "What… What is going on?"

"Call a doctor!" Zuo Xianyu was the first to react, instructing the butler to fetch the family doctor.

The doctor quickly bandaged Zuo Zonghe's wound and administered an injection. Only then did Zuo Zonghe slowly regain consciousness.

His mind was still clouded, but the terror remained fresh. "Mom… Mom! Si Fuqing tried to kill me! She tried to kill me!"

Zuo Tianfeng's expression darkened, his anger flaring. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

If Si Fuqing had the guts to do that, he'd write his name backward.

"Si Fuqing!" Madam Zuo ignored him, storming up to Si Fuqing's door and pounding on it. "Get out here! Look at what you've done! You wretched thing!"

After a few knocks, the door creaked open.

Si Fuqing walked out slowly, wearing an oversized coat. Water droplets clung to her lashes, making her eyes look misty.

She yawned and raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Zuo got hurt? Why not take him to the hospital?"

"It was you!" Zuo Zonghe gritted his teeth, his body trembling. "You cut my hand!"

"Mr. Zuo is a grown man—he could easily take on two of me. How could I possibly hurt you?" Si Fuqing leaned against the doorframe. "Besides, I went to bed at ten last night. I never even saw you."

Zuo Zonghe was so enraged that he nearly vomited blood. "It was you! You used a beer bottle! How else could I have gotten hurt?"

"Oh." Si Fuqing said calmly, "Yes, I drank and left the bottle by the door. But you're a grown man—shouldn't you watch where you're walking?"

"It's one thing to kick my bottle and break it, but getting yourself hurt… that's not my fault."

Zuo Xianyu frowned slightly.

Zuo Zonghe had been drunk, and it was dark at night. It was possible that he had injured himself.

Besides, it was unthinkable for Si Fuqing to attack him.

"Grandpa is gone. How could I possibly go against the Zuo family?" Si Fuqing sighed. "Right?"

She stuffed her hands into her pockets, standing obediently.

From this angle, only Zuo Zonghe saw the cold gleam in her eyes—sharp as a knife, almost cutting through his throat.

"You… you…" Zuo Zonghe choked, his suppressed fear overwhelming him. His vision went dark, and he fainted again.

Madam Zuo wailed, bursting into tears. "Si Fuqing, you're a jinx!"

Since Si Fuqing had returned, her son had been injured.

"Enough," Zuo Tianfeng clearly didn't believe Zuo Zonghe's accusations. "Xianyu, stay home. Your mother and I will take your brother to the hospital."

No matter how much they accused Si Fuqing, he didn't believe them.

He knew his son well—he looked impressive but was a fool inside. He had some martial arts training from military school, but he was still reckless.

Si Fuqing had been severely injured just a few days ago. Could she really have overpowered a grown man?

Zuo Tianfeng sneered.

Zuo Zonghe must have embarrassed himself and was making up lies to cover it.

Madam Zuo gave Si Fuqing a hateful glare before reluctantly leaving with Zuo Tianfeng and Zuo Zonghe.

Si Fuqing smirked lazily, her eyes filled with amusement.

The villa quieted down, and the servants returned to work.

"Fuqing, are you going to a recording?" Zuo Xianyu asked. "I'll drive you."

"No need." Si Fuqing had already headed downstairs. "I don't want to have anything to do with you."

Zuo Xianyu frowned.

If Si Fuqing cut ties with the Zuo family, how would she survive in Lincheng?

But she didn't stop her.

Zuo Xianyu stepped onto the balcony and watched Si Fuqing leave.

At the corner of the street, a white car was parked.

Si Fuqing stopped.

After a few seconds, the car door opened.