Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 58

“You thieving little beast!”

“Sit down!”

The officer barked at Shen Daqiang, who reluctantly obeyed but jabbed an accusing finger at Shen Zhiqiu. “Officer, it’s her! She stole our savings passbook and my wife’s jewelry!”

“Comrade Shen, what exactly happened here?” The officer turned to Shen Zhiqiu.

She took a seat opposite them and pulled the passbook from her bag. “Officer, you saw this yesterday. It’s under my name. Is it theft if I reclaim what’s rightfully mine? Shouldn’t this be called returning property to its rightful owner?”

“Meanwhile, all the money in this account—over seven thousand yuan—has been withdrawn without my consent.” She flipped it open and held it up for Shen Daqiang to see. “Now that sounds like theft.”

“Figuring out who took it won’t be hard. Just ask the bank—withdrawals that large would’ve left an impression on the clerks.”

“And while my personal seal never left my possession, someone must’ve forged a duplicate to access the funds. That is also a crime.”

Shen Daqiang ignored her legal arguments, zeroing in on one detail: Seven thousand yuan. He wasn’t stupid—he knew exactly who’d taken it.

Whirling around, he seized Wang Fengqin’s arm. “What the hell did you spend all that money on?!”

“Darling, how could you accuse me? I’d never touch our savings without telling you!” Wang Fengqin whimpered. “Don’t listen to Zhiqiu’s lies!”

“Call me a liar all you want, but the passbook’s records don’t lie. Neither will the police investigation.” Shen Zhiqiu tapped the first withdrawal entry.

“February, two years ago—the same day I was assaulted in the reeds, Wang Wu was arrested.”

“Days later, the first withdrawal: three thousand yuan.”

“Three months after that, another two thousand.”

“Coincidentally, that’s around when Wang Wu was sentenced. Court records will confirm it.”

She locked eyes with Shen Daqiang. “Dad, those two assailants were caught—Wang Wu and Guo Dechun. Ask them for the real story.”

Shen Daqiang froze, then backhanded Wang Fengqin hard across the face. “Was this your doing?!”

“I did lend money to my brother, but it had nothing to do with Wang Wu!” Wang Fengqin grabbed his hand, pressing it to her reddening cheek. “I hid it because you’d never approve! But he’s family—I couldn’t refuse him!”

“Hit me! Beat me all you want—just let your anger out!”

Each self-inflicted slap landed with dramatic force. Within moments, Shen Daqiang’s rage dulled to resignation.

“Why dredge up ancient history?!” He slumped into his chair, glowering at Shen Zhiqiu. “You think airing this filth makes you look good?”

“I should be ashamed? When someone tried to ruin my life?!”

“You’re fine now!” he bellowed. “Why can’t you just move on instead of tearing this family apart?!”

“We’d have given you the passbook eventually! Look what you’ve done!”

“Is this what your mother taught you?!”

“Dad.” Shen Zhiqiu’s voice turned glacial. “Did you forget? My mother died when I was six. The person I am today?” She stepped closer. “You made me this way.”

“My selfishness? Learned from you.”

“My ruthlessness?” She halted before Wang Fengqin. “Thank her.”

In one swift motion, Shen Zhiqiu yanked the necklace from Wang Fengqin’s throat.

“Ah—!” Wang Fengqin clutched her neck, screeching in pain.

“When you cut up my mother’s clothes, when you stole her jewelry and flaunted it in my face, when you kept trying to harm YaYa—you killed whatever kindness I had left!”

“No wonder Shen Liya got expelled from the song-and-dance troupe. With a mother like you?”

“And you, Dad.” She smiled sweetly at Shen Daqiang. “Your ‘happy life’? All her doing.”

Shen Daqiang recoiled as if scalded, hands flying up to shield his face. “You’re insane!”

“Not insane. Just awake.”

Another step forward. Shen Daqiang shoved her away and bolted from the station, howling like a man pursued by ghosts: “Stay back! Don’t come near me! Ye Yunshuang—get away! GET AWAY!“

“Guess Dad never really got over Mom.” Shen Zhiqiu watched him flee before turning to Wang Fengqin. “How’s your sleep these years?”

“Oh, right—you’ve always needed sleeping pills.”

“Good ones, too. I’d know—I tried them. The day those men attacked me.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But did you know? Overdose long enough…” A pause. “And you’ll die screaming.“

“You bitch!” Wang Fengqin’s mask shattered. She lunged, only for Shen Zhiqiu to catch her wrist mid-swing.

CRACK. “For my mother.”

CRACK. “For YaYa.”

CRACK. “For me.”

Open-handed strikes rained down until blood speckled Wang Fengqin’s lips. When the officers moved to intervene, Shen Zhiqiu beamed at them. “Don’t worry, comrades. This is self-defense.”

Officers: “…”

“Every sin you’ve committed?” Shen Zhiqiu shoved her away. “You’ll pay. All of you—Shen Liya, Shen Xiang, your whole damned family. No one escapes.”

Ever since the cursed needle pierced her, Wang Fengqin had felt weaker, drained. Had the mystic’s ritual failed? Had the blood curse rebounded?

Too feeble to fight back, she channeled pure hatred through her glare. No. Ye Yunshuang’s brat wouldn’t win. She’d destroy her.

And that little bastard’s luck? She’d take it. Only then would her health return. Only then could she live rich and long.

Leaving the station, Shen Zhiqiu headed for the National Capital University of Business and Economics.

Qin Liping had answers to give.