Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1259: Chapter 1259: No One Can Escape

Su Xue’s grip was so strong that Ma Xiulan could barely breathe.

“Taking advantage of your age and thinking no one dares to lay a hand on you, right?” With each utterance, Su Xue delivered a slap that crackled loudly. “Others might be too polite to hit you, but I certainly am not. Did you ever think of this day when you killed my mother?”

“I didn’t,” Ma Xiulan screamed desperately. “I am your grandmother; if you dare to hit me, you will be cursed.”

“Who will be cursed, you or me? Your eldest son is crippled like a dead dog, your eldest granddaughter is bound to rot in prison, Su Xuewu is nothing but a vile man. The gambling addict will meet a bad end one day, and I think that day isn’t far off; Su Xueqiang is already in prison with his family torn apart, and Su Xuefang is headed for a miserable death.”

Su Xue sneered but did not pause her hand, delivering another fierce slap before callously tossing the person to the ground. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket with disgust and wiped her hands so vigorously they turned red.

“This is all retribution, and it has long since arrived,” Su Xue said coldly, turning around and raising her slender finger to pass over the faces of Third Grandma, Seventh Great Uncle, and many other elders, one by one.

“You, you, and you, you will all be cursed. The evil deeds you have done will be avenged upon your sons, daughters, and grandchildren. No one will escape.”

Su Qing beckoned Su Xue, “Come back!” She felt the rage in her younger sister’s heart, scorching like lava to an unbearable degree for both body and mind. Suffering for these wicked people wasn’t worth it.

“Okay!” Su Xue nodded at Su Qing and turned back.

The three sisters held each other’s hands in silent agreement, tightly, unwilling to let go.

Su Xue’s wildly beating heart slowly calmed, as did the urge to destroy and take revenge.

They had lost too much, endured too much, but now they also had a lot. If their parents were alive, they would wish for them to live better days.

Big Sister was waiting at home, and soon they would have a little nephew or niece.

There would soon be new life in the Su family, a joy that, although unable to make them forget their hatred and past pain, could give them hope and a reason to live.

Everything would start anew.

Zhou Hengguang, standing behind Su Qing, had his eyebrows and eyes lowered, his deep eyes filled with intense emotions that were indissoluble.

Ji Fang covered her mouth tightly, holding back emotions that were nearly bursting from her throat.

Song Jinyan had been listening silently for a while and had not said a word, but Songshan, who was closest to him, noticed his whole body was trembling slightly, his hands clenched with knuckles turning white, his lips thin, pale, and fragile.

Songshan couldn’t bear it.

“Boss,” he whispered.

Song Jinyan took a deep breath, realizing that he had been holding his breath from the start, with something stuck at the pit of his stomach. His heart felt like it was being grasped by a pair of invisible hands, making it hard even to breathe.

“Are you alright, Boss?” Songshan became alarmed.

“I’m fine,” Song Jinyan waved his hand dismissively and, after regaining his composure, looked towards Su Qing, his deep and tender gaze almost drowning the onlooker. “Now that the truth has come out, you tell me what we should do!”

He didn’t want to stay another minute, sickened by the sight of these despicable people, fearing he might lose control.

“Everyone, be quiet,” Songshan commanded sternly.