Chapter 257: Beaten and Hospitalized
When Sheng Yueyue and Song Zijin returned to the Song family home, Nanny Li, who handled the cooking and cleaning, had already prepared dinner.
The family sat down to eat together. Having lived two lives, Sheng Yueyue was an expert at putting on an act. In front of Uncle Song, she played the part of a gentle, weak, and innocent young woman.
This made Uncle Song feel even more guilty. He thought his good-for-nothing son deserved a beating for wanting to switch brides on his own wedding day.
At the dinner table, Uncle Song was all smiles with Sheng Yueyue, even enthusiastically placing a serving of food in her bowl with his chopsticks.
Aunt Song couldn’t stand Sheng Yueyue in the slightest. She would have been happier if Yueyue never returned to the Song family home at all.
But with her husband home, Aunt Song didn’t dare show it. Besides, she had already given Ren Cuiping a sound beating today, so she hadn’t come out on the losing end.
So, she was in a great mood, taking large bites of meat and ignoring the attitudes of her husband and son toward Sheng Yueyue.
Song Dan had complicated feelings. She wanted to curry favor with her sister-in-law, because she hoped to marry Sheng Yueyue’s older brother.
So Song Dan also placed a piece of food into Sheng Yueyue’s bowl. "Sister-in-law, have some more."
"Thank you, Dandan. You have some more, too." Sheng Yueyue didn’t like fatty meat, so she picked up the piece of fat Song Dan had so kindly chosen for her and gave it back.
After a seemingly harmonious dinner, Sheng Yueyue and Song Zijin returned to their bridal suite.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. The couple was like dry tinder and a burning flame, so a passionate encounter was naturally unavoidable.
But Song Zijin no longer showed any of his former tenderness, which left Sheng Yueyue feeling disappointed and even a little unsatisfied.
But Song Zijin simply turned his back to her and started snoring, making it even harder for the wide-eyed Sheng Yueyue to fall asleep.
For the past few days, Sheng Yueyue had fallen asleep under her mother’s loving care, only to return to the Song home and be given the cold shoulder by Song Zijin.
Unable to sleep, Sheng Yueyue began to sob quietly, grabbing Song Zijin’s shoulder and shaking him.
This infuriated Song Zijin so much that he wanted to sit up immediately and slap her a few times.
Usually, seeing Sheng Yueyue’s delicate and fragile appearance would fill his heart with boundless tenderness.
But at this moment, for some reason, he just felt incredibly irritated!
Sheng Yueyue’s usual little dramas and fragile tears failed to evoke even a shred of pity or affection from him.
Instead, a thought screamed wildly in his mind: ’This woman needs to be taught a lesson.’
He vigorously rubbed his face with both hands, trying to shake off the strange sense of fatigue, and then swung himself into a sitting position.
Sheng Yueyue thought he was going to be tender with her again, so she stopped crying and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist.
Song Zijin roughly yanked her hands away and roared, "I’m trying to get some sleep! Can’t you just be quiet?"
Sheng Yueyue: ...
’How dare he treat me with this attitude!’
In her past life, she had been so weak, yet she was never treated like this. In this life, she had returned as a strong woman. How could she possibly tolerate this insult?
So she roared in anger, "Song Zijin, are you even a man? You can’t perform, and you’re blaming me?"
"I can’t perform? Was I not enough to satisfy you just now? Look at you, acting all hysterical like a lunatic. Go take a look in the mirror and see what you look like!"
"Song Zijin, you used to say I was gentle and virtuous, a thousand times better than Jiaojiao!"
"And you said it yourself—that was *before*! Look at you now, you’re a total shrew! Ill-mannered and insanely jealous. How can you possibly compare to Jiaojiao?"
Song Zijin’s words made Sheng Yueyue want to cough up blood. In both of her lives, she had never experienced such a humiliating scene.
So, unable to contain her fury, Sheng Yueyue raked her nails across Song Zijin’s face.
The pain made Song Zijin grimace and cry out. He reached up to touch the spot, and his fingers came away wet. It seemed he was bleeding.
Furious, he forcefully threw off Sheng Yueyue’s hand, sending her tumbling onto the side of the bed.
Then Song Zijin got out of bed and ran to the large mirror on the dresser to take a look. Disbelief filled his eyes.
There was also a hint of confusion and anger, but mostly it was hurt. ’How could she hit me again and again?’
’Who gave her the nerve?!’
A powerful rage surged in Song Zijin’s heart. He strode over to Sheng Yueyue and... SLAP... SLAP... began to hit her relentlessly.
Sheng Yueyue’s heart was already aching over what this man had done on their wedding day.
It was like a thorn embedded in her heart, impossible to remove. But in the end, they had still gotten married.
Although she had practically forced the marriage, it had originally been approved by both their families’ elders.
’It was Song Zijin who tried to back out at the last minute. I only took back the groom that was rightfully mine so we could become a real couple. What was so wrong with that?’
As Sheng Yueyue was grappling with these complicated emotions, she was stunned by Song Zijin’s flurry of slaps.
A moment later, when she came to her senses, Sheng Yueyue’s heart was filled with waves of grievance and sorrow. ’This man truly doesn’t know how to cherish me at all.’
Furious, Sheng Yueyue began to scream recklessly, "Song Zijin, you’re a coward! A weak, useless piece of trash! You can’t even satisfy a woman... and you dare hit me."
As she cursed, she grabbed the thermos, the teacups—anything she could lift from the dresser—and hurled them forcefully at Song Zijin.
"You lunatic! Get the hell out!" Song Zijin shouted coldly as he dodged the projectiles.
"Song Zijin... you’re actually telling me to get out??" When Sheng Yueyue heard those words, her heart seemed to stop for a second.
His voice was incredibly cold, like a knife stabbing deep into her heart.
The pain made her breath quicken. ’What does Song Zijin mean by this? Are these really the words he’d say to his new wife?’
"Hmph! I’m not leaving, so you can stop dreaming!" Just a moment ago, Sheng Yueyue had been thinking of running back to her mother’s house to cry her eyes out.
But hearing Song Zijin tell her to get out, she defiantly refused to leave. She was furious, so enraged that she lost all reason.
She pushed the television in the bridal suite onto the floor. Still not satisfied, she dragged the wedding quilt off the bed and stomped on it viciously.
The loud crash of the television woke Uncle and Aunt Song, who came rushing over.
They were met with a scene of complete disarray. Song Zijin was grabbing Sheng Yueyue’s hair and slamming her head hard against the bedpost.
Meanwhile, Sheng Yueyue’s face was contorted with rage as she spewed endless curses.
Uncle Song closed his eyes in disbelief. When he opened them again, the scene was unchanged: his son was still smashing his daughter-in-law’s head.
His daughter-in-law’s words echoed in his mind: his son couldn’t perform...
Uncle Song had seen his share of storms in life. As shocked as he was, he quickly calmed himself and went forward to break up the fight.
But Aunt Song took her son’s side, and Uncle Song’s attempt to separate them turned into a struggle between the couple. The fight between two people devolved into a chaotic brawl.
Aunt Song had a booming voice, Sheng Yueyue’s cries were sharp and piercing, and sounds like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves echoed from their home in the dead of night.
Uncle Song was a man who cared deeply about his reputation; how could he stand such a commotion? No matter how he yelled for them to stop, his wife and daughter-in-law wouldn’t listen.
Just as Uncle Song was about to resort to "family discipline," Sheng Yueyue, her head bashed and bleeding, passed out. The Song family rushed her to the hospital overnight.
"That’s just too insane! Oh my god, Su Shuochi, how do you know all the details? Don’t tell me you were eavesdropping under their window!"
Gu Jiaojiao was listening with great relish, so absorbed that she hadn’t even noticed when she’d stopped cracking open her sunflower seeds.
"Where would I find the time to eavesdrop? Song Zijie told me everything. I didn’t even want to listen, but he insisted on telling me."