Chapter 1268: Chapter 1268: Don’t Let Him Go

“Beat them to death.”

“After committing so many atrocities, they deserve to die.”

“I asked you to change, and if you had just changed, that would have been the end of it, but you dared to mistreat Xuewen. Xuewen is already dead, yet you had the gall to abuse his daughter. I asked you to be vicious, I asked you to commit atrocities, just watch as I beat you to death.”

Many people with their hands and feet everywhere, kicked while speaking.

“Oh… oh, stop hitting me.” Su Dachun had already been knocked unconscious, but Ma Xiulan hadn’t, and like a dying dog, she miserably cried out on the ground.

Zhang Chunxiang and Chen Guihua, seeing the couple in such a miserable state, felt a satisfying relief.

Chen Guihua even went up and kicked a few times. Such a vicious person deserved it; it was karma.

“Hmph! How did you treat me back then? Now you deserve it. Go die, go die.” Chen Guihua felt her longstanding hatred lessened a bit.

Wang Chunyan advised, “Guihua, it’s good that you divorced Su Xueqiang. Otherwise, you would have been implicated too.”

“Right!” Zhang Chunxiang agreed, “Their family members all met bad ends, and that’s karma.”

“Then why don’t you divorce Su Xuewu?” Wang Chunyan asked with irritation.

“That’s because I don’t need to get a divorce. I’d rather wait for Su Xuewu to die outside, and it would be better for me to be a widow.”

Zhang Chunxiang’s words shocked those close to them, making everyone turn their heads in surprise. After looking, they subconsciously moved away. In fact, Zhang Chunxiang had changed a lot in the past few months, no longer stealing vegetables, focusing solely on fighting with Su Xuewu. At first, nobody thought Zhang Chunxiang stood a chance.

Turns out, the loser was Su Xuewu, who now didn’t even dare to come back.

“You’re really formidable,” Chen Guihua said with a sense of pity, “I was too weak back then, now I regret it to death.”

Wang Chunyan: “…” What are these words? Why do they sound so awkward?

“Jia Ming, Jia Ming, come save me.” The pain was unbearable for Ma Xiulan, who was cold, in pain, and hungry; she had never suffered like this in her life and now harbored thoughts of death. Thinking back, although she had switched her son to enjoy a better life, she herself hadn’t gained much advantage.

Not only did Song Jiaming fail to help, but he also started moving his wheelchair, intending to leave.

Zhang Chunxiang had long harbored a deep hatred for Song Jiaming. All three brothers were Ma Xiulan’s biological sons; why should Song Jiaming enjoy the benefits in the Capital? The old man and the old woman’s hearts had completely swung in his direction. There was a time when there was disparity as great as heaven and earth, without opportunity, but now that the occasion had arisen, Song Jiaming shouldn’t expect to continue having good days.

“Don’t let him escape,” Zhang Chunxiang suddenly shouted loudly, pointing in Song Jiaming’s direction, “He took all the benefits, and he is the one who caused the greatest misery to everyone.”

Her words alerted the villagers. A crowd surged forward, and the wheelchair was flipped over. Song Jiaming, who had always been held in high regard, was suddenly trampled underfoot, his body met with fists, mud, and the soles of shoes in a chaotic barrage.

Such abuse was too much for Song Jiaming to bear, and he fainted from rage and frustration, only to be swiftly revived by pinching. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone moving a branch smeared with something dark and filthy toward his face.

The faint stench was enough to make Song Jiaming feel nauseous and want to vomit.

“I asked you to live lavishly, I asked you to enjoy yourself, you bastard. From now on, you’ll only eat chicken feces, eat it, you beast!” Gou Dan’s grandma, her face twisted fiercely, forcibly pried open Song Jiaming’s mouth as others helped, and they stuffed the chicken feces in.