Voltando aos Anos 80 com a família toda para a revanche, esbofeteando loucamente os rostos dos parentes.

In the private ward, Sun Yaqin held her son’s hand. Her voice was faint, as though she had used up her last strength. “Take good care of your...”

The monitor broke into a string of urgent beeps.

She could still hear the cries all around her. “Doctor! Doctor!”

“Yaqin!”

“Mom!”

“Auntie!”

“President Sun!”

An old man in his seventies, suddenly as helpless as a child, clutched Sun Yaqin’s hand and stammered, “Sis... sis...”

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids would not lift. Her mind was flooded with scenes, one after another, like a lantern turning.

Images appeared before her eyes.

Her second sister leaped from a bridge into an ice hole where others had been fishing in winter. Her third aunt stood nearby with her arms folded into her sleeves, sneering coldly. “If she hadn’t gone around seducing people, why would that little thug have raped her of all people? She should have jumped long ago and spared the Yang family the disgrace.”

Then her eldest brother received a phone call. “What did you say? My wife took all the money? Even sold the house? I’m coming back at once!”

With a deafening crash, two cars collided. The car was full of her eldest brother’s blood, and when he woke again, his intelligence had regressed to that of a three-year-old child.

“Please, stop hitting her! The child will be back any minute! Don’t let the child see this...” Her eldest sister knelt on the ground, begging bitterly, while her brother-in-law kicked her again and again.

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