USWHC -Chapter 345 Messing with Your Sister, Want to Die? (Part 5)

“Mother! Father!”

A sudden wail rang out, and the door crashed open. Someone stumbled in, faltering with each step.

Old Madam Zhu’s heart leapt with emotion, but as she recognized the newcomer, her face instantly darkened. Of course—it wasn’t her obedient daughter Zhu Shishi. The person who entered was Zhu Jie.

Father Zhu, however, was quite excited. Seeing Zhu Jie was an unexpected surprise! She… she really came back on her own?

“Mother!” Zhu Jie disregarded everything else and threw herself into Old Madam Zhu’s arms, crying with frustration. “Mother, I finally see you again! You don’t know… I thought I’d never see you again! Sniff sniff!” Her crying came in rhythmic sobs.

Old Madam Zhu blinked, thinking, Hmm… something seems off here.

Before she could fully react, Zhu Jie held onto her arm and scrutinized her from head to toe. “Mother, how did you get hurt?”

Her expression mirrored the shock Zhu Jie had shown earlier when seeing Old Madam Zhu injured—it was pure astonishment.

“Did they hit you? Mother, it’s all my fault!” Zhu Jie choked back tears, then quickly corrected herself. “No, it’s all those villains from the Ji family’s fault!”

Between sobs, she continued to accuse: “If they hadn’t kidnapped me, you wouldn’t have had to suffer all this!”

“The Ji family? What happened?” Honestly, Father Zhu felt his brain was about to short-circuit. He couldn’t understand a word Zhu Jie was saying.

Zhu Jie then glanced at him with concern—but just one look—and suddenly shouted in shock. “Father! Your… your arms, your legs!” Her cry carried a tragic intensity, as if it were she who had lost limbs.

She shivered as she walked over and gripped Father Zhu’s arm tightly. “Father, does it hurt?”

Ouch, yes it hurts! Father Zhu shrieked. “It… it’s killing me! Let go, quickly!”

Good! Zhu Jie secretly smiled. Outwardly, she feigned panic. “Father, did I hurt you? Oh no! How careless of me! I deserve to die… I really do!”

Yes, you really do! Father Zhu thought bitterly. Unfortunately, Zhu Jie was just pretending to be dutiful—she didn’t even loosen her grip. He could only groan in pain: “It still hurts… can you let go now?”

“Ah! I forgot, Father!” Zhu Jie pouted, acting like a delicate little girl.

Father Zhu’s face twitched in agony. He could barely breathe as he looked up, only to see Old Madam Zhu had already lifted a large vase—planning to knock Zhu Jie out with it!

Father Zhu’s expression instantly twisted into a strange half-grimace, half-grin.

But just as Old Madam Zhu moved to strike, Zhu Jie suddenly called out, “Mother, is your arm broken?” She quickly turned and reached toward Old Madam Zhu.

The vase fell just as Zhu Jie swiped her hand—it flew back, hitting Old Madam Zhu. Smack! A warm sting hit her head. “My hand’s fine, but my head…!” she cried in despair.

Indeed, that one swing had cracked her skull! Zhu Jie chuckled inwardly—who told you to try to hit me! She had known Old Madam Zhu’s intentions the moment the vase was raised, especially from Father Zhu’s odd expression. Zhu Jie just went with it, sending the vase right back.

Old Madam Zhu received the full force and cried out on the spot. That hit was even harsher than the thugs from Yingchun Lou!

“Mother, what happened?” Zhu Jie feigned shock, poking at her wound. “Ah! It’s bleeding!”

Not just bleeding—it left a gaping hole! Old Madam Zhu could even hear the crack of bone. Zhu Jie’s blow had been merciless! Yet no matter how much pain and frustration she felt, she forced a casual expression. “It’s okay… I just slipped a little.”