Chapter Ten: Such Deep Feelings

  Xiang Hong coldly smiled, gritted her teeth, instinctively closed her eyes and lowered her head, took a slow step to the side, and that familiar elbow strike heavily collided with Sang Dawei's right arm under his ribcage, while her left fist had already swung back and smashed over.

  She turned back with a lingering fear, looking at Sang Dawei who was holding his right rib and abdomen in pain, staring at her in shock as he crouched down: "You - you -"

  I don't know if it's painful or infuriating, but for a long time I couldn't say anything else.

  Xiang Hong gritted her teeth and glared at him, squeezing out a few words from between her teeth: "Don't... dare... to be rough with me again!" She lifted her right foot, lightly kicked him out of her room, and quickly closed the door and locked it.

  She stepped back, pulled the high stool at the edge of the table tightly against the door, sat down, knowing her father's temper, once he calmed down, he would definitely not let her off.

  As expected, after a moment, the sound of scolding and shouting rose up, and immediately the slamming of the door made her heart tremble with fear.

  A weak cry came from the master bedroom, "Dawei, stop hitting Honghong, she's already a big girl... If you're not satisfied, just hit me to death..."

  Xiang Hong let out a sigh of relief, one thing subsided and another arose. As long as Mom spoke up, Dad usually backed down.

  As expected, Sang Dawei restrained himself a lot and instead used his fists to pound the door a few times. Gnashing his teeth but having no choice but to lower his voice to warn her: "You're dead, girl! If that thing succeeds, I won't bother with you. Dammit, your wings have hardened, you even dare to hit your old man!"

  "Dawei, don't scare her..." San's mom shouted a bit louder.

  Sang Dawei sulkily spat out saliva, turned around and left, muttering angrily to himself:

  "Qing Ran, can I scare her? You're worrying for nothing. This heartless and ruthless girl just dared to fight back, it hurt so much that I almost couldn't catch my breath. It's all because you've spoiled her, she dares to be so presumptuous."

  Sang Dawei walked into the bedroom with a sullen expression.

  Lin Qingfu smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense, our Honghong is the most skilled, come here, let me see where you were hit."

  "Ah, that little girl, how much strength could she possibly have? But her technique is not to be underestimated, it's quite impressive. Who did she learn from, her moves look familiar."

  Lin Qingru didn't believe him, so he took off his clothes and pointed to his ribs for her to see. She raised her hand and pinched him lightly, causing him to gasp in pain.

  His reaction obviously pleased his wife, who smiled and said: "Hong Hong really has some skills, so I don't have to worry about her classmates bullying her."

  "Your daughter even dares to hit her father, and you still have the heart to smile? Worried that she'll be bullied by outsiders? Don't bother, she's never been a low-key person."

  "Who talks about their own daughter like that? If she wasn't forced by you, would she have fought back?"

  "I'm her dad——"

  ……

  Xiang Hong was so ashamed that she buried her head in the quilt, feeling that it was unbearable. How could she be so impulsive and actually fight back, adding a punch and a kick? Tsk, tsk, this arm and leg were obviously oppressed by violence and had to counterattack instinctively. What else could she do?

  But he's her father after all, how can she be so unfilial?!

  Feeling guilty like this, how could I dare to sleep till dawn? I got up an hour earlier than usual and escaped to school, unexpectedly catching the morning reading session.

  Their school is a key high school, and it has always been up to the students to decide how to use their time for morning and evening self-study.

  She has no idea what morning and evening self-study are like since she was in high school.

  It's still dark outside, not even 5:30, but the school is already brightly lit and filled with the sound of reading.

  She pushed open the door with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, only to find the classroom packed with people. She took a step back, looked up at the wooden sign nailed above - Class 36, it was her own classroom!

  How could she have known that so many people would attend early self-study?

  She walked to her seat in confusion, and when Class Director Old Ma saw her, he was even more shocked, his eyes wide like a horse's.

  "Surprisingly, I've been able to see you at your seat since the early self-study session. It's really delightful! With good grades, you must work even harder. The university you want to attend will be firmly in your grasp if you understand this principle, which is great."

  A look of relief on his face as if heaven had opened its eyes and finally enlightened the stubborn wooden knot.

  Xiang Hong was always quiet and gentle in front of people, immediately looked down at the book with shame, last night she told her mother that she wanted to go to military school, now looking at this situation, I'm afraid it can only be hard work, Old Ma said it well, work hard, the university you want to attend will be firmly in your grasp.

  ……

  After school, she lingered in the classroom, wondering whether her father would be waiting at home to greet her with a punch or a steamed bun.

  Walked dejectedly to the school gate, with a pace that could be described as one step at a time.

  "Red Red——" A familiar and intimate shout scared her almost to the point of trembling, her eyes followed the sound and it was really her old father, Sang Dawei. He was blocking the school gate, and that call sounded like a trap - her muscles tensed up and she immediately took off in a sprinting posture.

  "Red, Aunt Wang is waiting for you over there, come quickly." Sang Dawei strode over, his face twisted in a scowl.

  As soon as Wang Yi arrived, she knew that in front of outsiders, they wouldn't bring up old grievances. Xiang Hong's lackluster eyes suddenly sparkled with energy.

  "What did Aunt Wang say?" She ran over quickly.

  "Alright, get in the car, she'll talk to you face-to-face."

  Sang Hong looked up at Sang Da Wei with a serious expression and asked: "Dad, does this mean 'one hand gives money, the other hand gives goods'?"

  She said it without much thought, but it made Sang Dawei's guilty expression even deeper. His cheek muscles twitched, and finally his eyes widened as he spat out a sentence: "This is what you owe me, don't say that it hurts my heart."

  Xiang Hong was about to return it to him with a pout, when she looked up and saw the sky at dusk. Her father's face was so miserable that it was unbearable, utterly defeated.

  Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him again.

  She immediately scorned herself for being overly sentimental, isn't this the typical "sold and still thanking the buyer, excited to help count the money" goods?!

  It was her dad who sold her, she gritted her teeth and endured the hidden pain, not only had to accept her fate but also had to pretend to be very happy, it's really humiliating.

  She lowered her eyelids and raised her head with a smile:

  "Dad, don't worry, you know what kind of person I am. I'm not someone who can be easily taken advantage of. If you've taken the money, hurry up and take mom to get surgery, take good care of her. I'll find a way to get out of this."

  "Red Red——" The little girl who should have been crying and throwing a tantrum was instead comforting him, making Sang Dawei feel even more like he wasn't a person.

  "What?" She raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

  "Your aunt Wang isn't someone who acts without thinking, she's been a neighbor for decades, she shouldn't be too overbearing. If she really wants you to go to her place, you should discuss the timing with her, it's almost time for the college entrance exams, can't afford to ruin your future."

  Sang Dawei always thought that this girl was only good at that one thing and would be favored by Wang Jinhua, but unfortunately, this money tree only made money for others and didn't do what he wanted.

  Xiang Hong forced a faint smile on her face, trying to hide the gloom in her heart.

  "Dad, I know, thanks for reminding me, I still have a future."