YM778.TV Chapter 128 - 128: Taking Action, Si Fuqing’s Backer (1)
Chapter 128 - 128: Taking Action, Si Fuqing’s Backer (1)
The crowd around the scene grew thicker and more animated.
This was the training base for the TV show “Youth With You,” and security personnel would usually clear the area of bystanders.
Yet, this road served as a main thoroughfare for office workers, and given that it was now the end of the workday, the flow of pedestrians was significant.
Some had already taken out their smartphones.
Si Fuqing’s popularity was well-known to all, as was the public’s enduring curiosity about her relationship with the Zuo family.
At a glance, the Zuo family seemed to have treated her well, but since the passing of the patriarch, the two parties had quickly gone their separate ways.
The intricate workings of a wealthy family were too complex to fully grasp; infighting among heirs was hardly uncommon.
Yet all this was mere conjecture; the true state of affairs remained shrouded in mystery.
“What are you frowning about here?” Zuo Xianyu smirked. “What has the Zuo family done to you? Weren’t my grandparents good to you? Haven’t we all made enough concessions for you?”
“Good to me? Concessions?” Si Fuqing nodded, smiling lightly. “Perfect timing, then. Let’s settle some scores.”
A palpable sense of panic washed over the elderly Madam Zuo. “Qingqing, what are you talking about? What scores?”
Could it be that Si Fuqing had found out about the Zuo family draining her “Luck’?
But how could that be possible?
Only she and the late patriarch knew about this dark secret, even Zuo Tianfeng was left in the dark.
They had been so cautious, never even uttering the word “Luck.”
Moreover, the concept of transferring “Luck” was so esoteric that no average person would ever believe it.
“What scores?” Zuo Xianyu sneered. “Grandmother, let her speak. I’d love to hear what sort of accounts she thinks she can settle with us.”
“Look, let’s start here,” Si Fuqing raised her left hand. “This was done by your eldest grandson. He broke my hand. When I went for treatment, the doctor said I was moments away from losing it entirely.” “See, it’s not even been a month, and the scar is still glaringly visible.”
On the girl’s fair wrist was an ugly, gnarled scar.
Just one look at the congealed scab told the story of how severe the injury had been.
Yet she remained unperturbed, leisurely pulling a piece of paper from her backpack. “This is a medical record from Lin’s Number One Hospital. Anyone skeptical can go and verify it themselves.”
Audible gasps spread through the crowd.
The elder Mrs. Zuo seemed momentarily stunned but then regained her composure. “I didn’t know about this. I wasn’t home at the time; otherwise, I would never have allowed this to happen to you,” she said, clearly uneasy.
Si Fuqing ignored her and languidly waved her hand. “Those of you who want to capture this moment, go ahead. Have you all got your shots?” The sound of camera shutters filled the air.
The expressions of the Zuo family members changed drastically.
Zuo Qingya wanted to go snatch the phones, but she didn’t dare.
Her recent experience with the police had instilled a newfound apprehension.
Instead, she stomped her feet on the spot and shouted, “Si Fuqing, what nonsense are you talking? You’re damaging our reputation!”
“Oh, and you.” Si Fuqing tilted her head, the smile on her lips tinged with icy amusement. “Let’s see, when I was six, you pulled my hair so hard you tore my scalp.”
“When I was eight, you stomped on all the flowers I’d planted and shoved my face into the mud.”
“At eleven, knowing I was allergic to peanuts, you deliberately put a large dose in my food. I ended up in the ICU.”
The crowd fell increasingly silent.
Zuo Qingya’s face turned an ashen shade of pale.
She had indeed committed these acts.
How did Si Fuqing remember all these details so clearly?
“You’re still standing here, shouldn’t you be grateful?” Si Fuqing chuckled softly. “But, you likely won’t be standing much longer.”
Her hand lightly brushed against the talisman in her pocket.
The paper felt unusually warm and seemed to tremble faintly.
It was a sign that she was about to regain a substantial amount of her “Luck.” Next in line was Zuo Qingya.
Those who had stolen her “Luck” would suffer increasingly dire consequences.
“What—what nonsense are you spouting?” Zuo Qingya’s face drained of color.
She had merely considered these acts as child’s play; there was no murderous intent.
A concerned onlooker could no longer hold back and burst forth, a middle-aged woman taking the lead.
“Shame on you all for cornering this young girl! A bunch of old turtles breeding a heap of young turtles; truly, like father, like son.”
“And here I thought the Zuo family was philanthropic. If you’re going to adopt someone, at least treat her well! What’s the point of tormenting her like this?”
“This is practically attempted murder! Thank God this young lady is blessed with a strong life force; otherwise, she would’ve been killed by you venomous lot!”