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Song Feiwan was on guard against her, seizing her falling wrist and twisting it fiercely!
Li cried out in pain, "Ah!"
Then, Song Feiwan kicked her knee, and Li collapsed to the ground, kneeling.
Song Shuyou was taken aback by her unhesitating attack on Li, her eyes wide with shock.
"Mother!!"
She shouted in anger, struggling to rise and support Li, ready to retaliate against Song Feiwan.
Song Feiwan glanced over coolly, indifferent. "I advise you not to move recklessly. Your bones aren't broken, but your internal injuries are serious."
"Do you know what a ruptured spleen feels like?"
She made a gesture with one hand as if something were exploding, and Song Shuyou felt a sharp pain in her heart.
"Blood will quickly fill your chest; it won't stop. Soon enough, you'll kick your legs and be gone." Song Feiwan smiled faintly.
She possessed a stunning beauty akin to a lotus flower, and her voice had returned to its pleasant tone, but the words that came out were like a curse, leaving Song Shuyou's face pale and frozen in place.
Li was also stunned, her expression grim as she said, "Song Feiwan, don't be alarmist!"
Song Feiwan chuckled softly. "You can certainly try. Just a reminder: if you get too emotional, it could worsen your injuries."
At this point, Song Shuyou's legs felt weak, needing Li to support her.
She felt as if something was flowing chaotically within her chest; the color had completely drained from her lips.
Song Taipeng furrowed his brows and could no longer hold back his anger. "Song Feiwan, you wretched thing! What are you doing? Hitting your sister and mother—do you even see me as your father?"
Song Feiwan turned her head to look at him.
At over forty years old, Song Taipeng's appearance compared to Rong Huan's could only be described as unappealing.
He wasn't ugly per se; rather, he had an air of petty meanness about him.
His gaunt face made the skin sag downwards, and the deep furrow between his brows seemed impossible to fill.
In his murky eyes burned disdain and fury.
It was as if she were not his daughter but rather a stranger or an enemy.
Before entering this story, Song Feiwan had lived in a harmonious family, cherished by her relatives since childhood without ever suffering a single grievance.
It is hard to imagine the hardships one must endure growing up in such a home. Her death was not only the doing of Xiao Yan but also a result of the actions of the Song family.
Song Feiwan slowly exhaled, casting a cold glance at Song Taipeng. "You didn't even ask for the truth before deciding it was my fault."
Song Taipeng puffed out his cheeks in anger, "What is there to ask? Shuyao has always been obedient and sensible, unlike you!"
He ordered the servants to quickly summon a doctor for Song Shuyao and then turned to berate Song Feiwan, "Unfilial daughter, kneel before me!"
Song Feiwan showed disdain and remained unmoved.
Song Taipeng's anger flared further, "How dare you! Are you trying to force me to use family discipline?"
Beside them, Li Shi appeared to be mediating but was actually adding fuel to the fire. "Master, please calm down. Feiwan has always been well-behaved; perhaps she has suffered some injustice outside. The urgent matter is to find out what happened."
Song Taipeng shot a fierce glare at Song Feiwan before turning to Song Shuyao. "You explain."
Song Shuyao pouted, tears streaming down her face. "Today was Old Master Rong's birthday banquet. You were unwell, so Mother stayed home to take care of you, and I came with my sister to celebrate. But then my sister jumped into the lake at Rong's residence!"
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