Chapter 4: Sprained My Waist

"Sister, so you mean..."

Meng Fengyu raised her hand and made a sharp cutting gesture. "Might as well go all the way... let's give her another hand... and pull the weeds out by the roots..."

Meng Fengyue's lips trembled uncontrollably. "Sister... are you saying we should kill those two children while they're still in her womb?"

"Yes... if nothing goes wrong... that would be one corpse and three lives..." A cold, venomous smile appeared on Meng Fengyu's face.

Although Leng Lianxin was in so much pain she was on the verge of fainting and hadn't heard the sisters' conversation clearly, she knew from their whispering that it couldn't be anything good.

She gazed at Leng Ji in the distance, who was swaying his head as he tried to climb up, and like someone grasping at a life-saving straw, she hurriedly shouted with all her might.

"Ji Ji... Ji Ji... save me... they want to hurt me..."

Humans are naturally creatures prone to guilt when caught acting like thieves; the moment Meng Fengyu saw Leng Lianxin shouting, her ruthlessness deepened, and she barked without hesitation.

"Fengyue, do it..."

Hearing this, Leng Lianxin suddenly gasped, instinctively crawling toward the door with every ounce of strength she had.

Beneath her was a floor stained with blood and filth.

"Help... help..."

However, the cries for help from her mouth sounded extremely hoarse and powerless.

Looking at the approaching Meng Fengyue, Leng Lianxin shook her head in despair and pleaded, "Miss Fengyue, I beg you... please let my children go..."

A flash of ruthless determination surged deep within Meng Fengyue's eyes as she raised her foot to kick Leng Lianxin.

"No..." Leng Lianxin let out a desperate scream, but she was too weak to dodge.

Meng Fengyue's kick landed without mercy.

*Thud...*

After a dull sound, the look of anticipation on Meng Fengyu's face instantly froze.

Meng Fengyue remained in the posture of having delivered a kick, but her body had gone stiff, unable to continue the motion.

It wasn't that she didn't want to kick, but behind her, Leng Ji was holding a wooden stool, one corner of which was stained with a trace of blood and a few strands of hair.

Fresh blood flowed slowly from the back of Meng Fengyue's head, instantly soaking her clothes.

That dull sound was the result of Leng Ji's wooden stool striking Meng Fengyue on the head.

Meng Fengyue's gaze drifted unsteadily as she turned her head toward Leng Ji, but before she could fully turn around, she fell to the ground with a *thud* and lost consciousness.

"Fengyue..." Meng Fengyu snapped out of her daze and let out a scream, preparing to rush forward.

But before she could move a single step, Leng Ji's wooden stool swung toward her again.

*Bang!*

It landed squarely on Meng Fengyue's right cheek.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood sprayed from Meng Fengyue's mouth as she collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

"To hell with you people, you actually dared to hit sis... am I that easy to bully?"

While cursing, Leng Ji set the wooden stool down with a strange expression, placed her hands on her hips, and sat down cautiously.

"Holy crap... I twisted my waist..."

To achieve maximum force in her last strike, she had used the momentum of the stool's arc to pull against her own slender waist. She hadn't expected her calculation to be wrong; she had used too much force and nearly snapped her own waist.

But it wasn't entirely her fault for miscalculating; it was because this small body was too weak. She really had to find an opportunity to give it a proper beating.

As she grimaced and twisted her waist, Leng Ji suddenly saw the terrified Leng Lianxin on the floor.

Leng Lianxin seemed to have forgotten her own condition; her eyes were wide with shock, staring at Leng Ji as if she had seen a ghost.