Chapter 1230: Chapter 1230: Kicking Someone

Song Zishan used so much force that the gatekeeper immediately broke into a cold sweat from the pain, unable to utter a word.

However, after stepping over the gatekeeper, the image of the two kicks Auntie Feng had delivered in the courtyard flashed in Song Zishan’s mind. With viciousness in her eyes and resentment in her heart, the desire for revenge rose, and she turned back and brutally kicked the gatekeeper twice more.

The gatekeeper fainted on the spot from the pain.

The flamboyant personality that had always been nurtured made Song Zishan never even consider the consequences of her actions. After all, the little princess of the Song family never needed to worry about consequences—no matter the trouble, someone would take care of it for her.

The little princess of the Song family worried even less about offending anyone because only others offended her, not the other way around.

Everyone owed the Song family some respect.

Who asked her to be the little princess of the Song family!

So after kicking the man, Song Zishan didn’t pause and went straight inside towards Building No. 6, where the Weng family resided. Just as she arrived at the building, a large group of people stormed over under the streetlights, blocking Song Zishan’s path.

Leading them was a fat woman wearing a red armband, who grabbed Song Zishan as soon as she saw her.

“It’s her, she’s the one who pushed Professor Sun. I saw it with my own eyes. After she pushed him, she even turned back and brutally kicked him twice,” the fat woman said viciously, not letting go of Song Zishan, and spat fiercely in her face.

“Pah! You evildoer,” the fat woman, furious, used all her strength, “Call the police, lock her up, let her rot in jail.”

“This person must be a spy.”

“Right! Definitely a spy who came on purpose to try to harm Professor Sun.”

Song Zishan was grabbed and hit, her face covered in saliva, disgusted, her whole body breaking out in goosebumps, wanting to vomit, on the verge of collapse.

“Ah! Let go of me, damn you, go to hell, all of you go to hell,” Song Zishan struggled hysterically, crazily scratching and clawing at the fat woman’s face and body, “How dare you treat me like this, you all deserve to die.”

Song Zishan’s eyes were bloodshot, appearing nearly ready to pop out of their sockets, her expression ferocious and twisted as she cursed, “Do you know who I am? If you dare to treat me like this, my grandfather will make you regret it.”

“I don’t care who you are, even the Emperor of Heaven has to speak reason.”

The crowd, incensed by Song Zishan’s arrogance, swarmed her and in no time had her pinned to the ground. No matter how much she struggled, it was futile; not only was her face bruised, but her clothes were filthy and unrecognizable from the dust, smeared with mucus and tears.

Just then, the residents of Building No. 6, having heard the commotion, all came down.

Among them was Weng Quan.

Weng Quan looked at Song Zishan, who was being restrained on the ground, with no expression of surprise, even feeling a sense of relief. This day had finally come, and she had always known it would. After all, Song Jinyan, the next generation head of the Song family, was not Old Master Xu Song.

Weng Quan knew very well that Song Jinyan and Song Jiaming didn’t have a great relationship, and once Jinyan learned the truth, he would never conceal and protect the fake son while harming his own flesh and blood, as Old Master Xu Song has done.

How ridiculous.

Every time she thought about it, Weng Quan felt immense irony and heartache.

She had never thought much of Song Jiaming, and the more she interacted with him after marriage, the more she understood his true nature and despised his character. The contempt turned to hatred when she accidentally learned of the secret Song Jiaming was hiding.