Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon

Chapter 380 - 379: The Curse

She clung pitifully to Xiyan’s calf, sobbing and wailing, bearing no trace of her earlier domineering posture.Xiyan lowered her gaze and looked at Yang Shurong in this pathetic state. The only thing she felt was the ecstatic gratification of revenge, devoid of even the faintest shred of sympathy.

With a slight lift of her lips, she spat out a single word coldly, "Scram."

At this point, Xia Shiyi was starting to panic.

The thought of her days in the detention center terrified her so much that her whole body began trembling.

Yet Xiyan’s attitude ignited a furious anger in her once again.

Gritting her teeth, Xia Shiyi snarled, "My mommy is your elder! She begged you so much already—what more do you want? And didn’t your mother slap me in the face too? Doesn’t that make us even already?!"

Beside them, An Ran felt her worldview shatter, "Xia Shiyi, are you out of your damn mind? Since when does a simple apology mean Xiyan has to forgive you?"

Xia Shiyi’s expression twisted with malice, "Isn’t Xia Xiyan supposed to be so kind and forgiving? Why won’t she let go of this? Are you finally dropping your fake act?"

Yang Shurong wept uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Hearing this, she hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Xiyan, Auntie knows you’ve always been kind-hearted since you were a child. Just give us one more chance, okay?"

"No." Xiyan’s face darkened as she spoke, yanking her leg back with force. "Do you think a shallow, painless apology is enough to erase five years of suffering for my mother and me? Keep dreaming!"

Dammit, this little brat was biting back too hard now!

Yang Shurong cursed inwardly, wiping her tears as she slowly struggled to her feet.

Her eyes lowered, adopting an entirely submissive demeanor.

But in the moment she got up, a gleam of malevolence flashed across her eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table.

And she swung it fiercely toward Xiyan!

"You little bastard, what the hell are you so arrogant about? Go to hell!" Yang Shurong spat venomously, recklessly hurling the insult.

Everything happened so abruptly!

No one present had any time to react!

Ou Jue’s expression froze. "Xia Xiyan!"

But Ou Jue was standing near the desk, while Xiyan was by the office door.

The distance between them was more than just a few steps.

Before he could step forward, a loud "Bang!" echoed through the air.

The world seemed to freeze in that instant...

Xiyan’s pupils contracted sharply. The next second, they were dyed red with fury.

The woman standing beside her, in this critical moment, acted without any thought—her response was purely the raw instinct of a mother. She threw her entire body in front of Xiyan to shield her.

Her forehead... blood began trickling, steadily flowing down...

She had only just regained consciousness, and her body was already frail. With this blow, she immediately collapsed into unconsciousness.

Her lashes fluttered briefly before lying still. Xiyan cradled Xia Zhiyun in her arms, her voice rising sharply, "Mom!"

"Ah—" An Ran covered her mouth with her hands and screamed.

Ou Jue had already rushed over, helping Xiyan steady Xia Zhiyun. His voice, usually steady and composed, now shook with obvious tension. Turning to Chi Cheng, he barked, "Call an ambulance, now!"

Chi Cheng immediately pulled out his phone and began dialing.

Xia Zhengxiong stood there in utter shock, completely frozen.

Meanwhile, Xia Shiyi stared at the blood streaming from Xiyan’s mother’s forehead. Her face contorted with maniacal laughter, "Ha ha... serves you right! Who told you mother and daughter to be so heartless? This is your karma, isn’t it?

Well, I hope that ashtray hit turned her into a vegetable.

Xia Xiyan, I curse your mother to never wake up again.

I curse you to never know who your father is.

I curse you to endure a lifetime of people calling you a bastard!"