Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 7

“Put out your hand,” Luo Qinghan ordered softly. Yan Shuangfei was startled and instinctively looked up, her face innocent as she saw Luo Qinghan holding a long ruler. She hesitated but still stretched out her hand.

She was already this old, yet still getting spanked. Yan Shuangfei couldn’t help but complain silently.

Luo Qinghan asked, “Which hand do you usually use to hold weapons?”

Yan Shuangfei was lost in thought, quietly blaming Luo Qinghan for being so petty, but when asked this suddenly, she replied, “Hmm? Oh… both hands.”

Luo Qinghan sighed in helplessness and tapped Yan Shuangfei’s forehead with the ruler as a hint. “Which one is more skilled?”

“More skilled?” Yan Shuangfei looked at her hands carefully. “Well, since this is for my Qinghan’s happiness, I have to train both hands well.”

Luo Qinghan was speechless at Yan Shuangfei’s vivid imagination—she could guess just how colorful that young mind was without even asking.

Luo Qinghan didn’t bother to ask for an answer and swung the ruler hard onto Yan Shuangfei’s left palm.

Caught off guard by the sharp pain, Yan Shuangfei quickly pulled her hand back, but Luo Qinghan warned sharply, “Don’t move!”

Luo Qinghan struck the left palm several times with the ruler. The crisp slaps echoed in the air. Soon, Yan Shuangfei’s palm swelled, the red turning dark with bruises.

But Luo Qinghan didn’t stop. She liked seeing Yan Shuangfei endure the pain quietly. Hurting her felt like revenge for the bl00d feud of the family massacre. Even though Yan Shuangfei wasn’t the enemy, as long as she carried the Yan family bl00d, Luo Qinghan could easily lose control and shed her gentle facade.

Next, Luo Qinghan flipped the ruler and struck with the narrow edge. Unexpectedly, one blow hit Yan Shuangfei’s knuckle. Yan Shuangfei was naturally slender, and the only soft spot on her hand was the palm. The ruler hit the side bone of her index finger—dull, unbearable pain. Her right hand instinctively came up to shield it.

But Luo Qinghan kept going, her cold eyes fixed on Yan Shuangfei until, under her gaze, Yan Shuangfei reluctantly removed her right hand and Luo Qinghan mercilessly continued hitting.

Luo Qinghan repeated the motion mechanically, thinking, Why am I doing this to you? You didn’t do much wrong. Maybe it’s because my hatred runs too deep.

When she finally came back to herself, Luo Qinghan saw sweat breaking out on Yan Shuangfei’s forehead. Her left hand trembled uncontrollably, the palm a terrible mess—not the bright red from before but swollen and dark with deep bruises, the skin stretched tight and full of bl00d clots. It looked like it would bleed at the slightest touch.

Startled, Luo Qinghan pulled back her hand. What have I done to you?

“Why didn’t you stop me?” Luo Qinghan softly rubbed the large bruise and carefully applied medicine.

Yan Shuangfei gritted her teeth, her eyes misty with hurt and sadness she hadn’t shown before. “You always hit me.”

Her nose twitched as she sniffed, but no tears fell.

Luo Qinghan reached out and brushed Yan Shuangfei’s smooth hair. Guilt flooded her mind, and she opened her mouth but couldn’t speak. She just stared at Yan Shuangfei’s swollen hand. It was me—always me hurting her. Shouldn’t I hate her instead?

“Please don’t hit me so much, okay?” Yan Shuangfei tugged at Luo Qinghan’s clothes and pleaded softly.

Luo Qinghan was distracted and didn’t respond, just sighed heavily and gently stroked Yan Shuangfei’s hand before quietly leaving.

Yan Shuangfei bit her lip, silent. A deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed her, and her left hand burned fiercely.

But if it could make Qinghan let go of her hatred, it would all be worth it.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Yan Shuangfei glanced at the caller ID and answered.

“Shuangfei, some bars on Dongcheng Road are being smashed up. Looks like the Han family’s doing it,” Yan Shaoqiu said urgently before Yan Shuangfei could speak.

“The Han family again,” Yan Shuangfei held the phone between her shoulder and ear, tilting her head to grab her jacket. “I’ll go myself this time. Bring some people with you. And no guns—won’t look good.”

She paused, then added, “Take Luo Xiao with you. She’s eleven now; it’s time she got out and had some fun.”

Luo Xiao was born just after their brother died.

Thankfully, with her around, their grandfather could still turn a blind eye to Yan Shuangfei’s wild behavior.

The Yan family was huge, but the main line could only continue through one heir. Even Yan Shuangfei took her mother’s surname to keep the family line going.

“Auntie,” Luo Xiao stretched out her arms to hug Yan Shuangfei’s waist. “You’ve been gone these past few days; no one’s been playing with me.”

Yan Shuangfei scooped Luo Xiao up. “Luo Xiao, be good. Auntie will take you out to play today.”

Yan Shuangfei felt awkward calling herself “Auntie.” She was only about ten years older than Luo Xiao but was a generation above her.

She was always an accident, but thanks to that accident, the Yan family wouldn’t die out.

Yan Luoxiao didn’t look much like Yan Shuangfei, and Yan Luoxiao’s face was still a bit chubby—delicate, but not as striking as Yan Shuangfei’s.

Yan Luoxiao could only be described as delicate in appearance. Yan Shuangfei, however, gave off a strange feeling. Aside from her waist-length hair and pale skin that showed she was female, the rest of her presence could only be described as seductive and a little sinister.

Yan Shuangfei slowly walked to the place where the commotion was happening. Instantly, the noisy sounds stopped. Both sides paused, all eyes turning to Yan Shuangfei as she approached.

Yan Shuangfei seemed completely unfazed by the tense atmosphere. She casually held Yan Luoxiao’s hand and teased her. Yan Luoxiao’s chubby face smiled sweetly, completely out of place with the heated tension—it was as if an innocent child had wandered into a fight.

Indeed, at eleven years old, Yan Luoxiao was still a child. But no one dared to treat the Yan family’s child like a kid.

Yan Shuangfei raised an eyebrow with a hint of sarcasm and said, “Hey, why so quiet all of a sudden? Don’t get so silent. You guys keep doing your thing.”

The Han family members exchanged confused glances. They didn’t understand what Yan Shuangfei was up to.

Leaning lazily on her sword, Yan Shuangfei looked bored. Her eyes casually flicked toward the leader of the troublemakers from the Han family. She lifted a finger and lightly beckoned, “Come over here.”

The man hesitated. By now, the Yan family had the numbers advantage, so he had no choice but to step forward. But he wasn’t worried. If Yan Shuangfei dared to kill him, it would mean a complete break with the Han family—and both families still officially maintained an alliance.

Yan Shuangfei knew that too. She wouldn’t just break ties with the Han family on a whim. There were too many intertwined interests, like their joint arms business.

With all that in mind, when the man stepped within arm’s length of Yan Shuangfei—

Suddenly, Yan Shuangfei drew her sword. With a simple swipe, she cut off the man’s head.

The crowd hadn’t even fully reacted yet. Bl00d splattered wildly around. The severed head hit the ground heavily, making a dull thud.

Silence. All that remained was silence. Dead silence. No one expected what had started as a turf dispute between two groups to escalate into such brutal intimidation right away.

Someone from the Han family lost their temper and shouted, “Yan Shuangfei, you’re going too far!”

Yan Shuangfei showed no emotion, lazily saying, “Who just spoke? Come out and say it yourself. Is this how you Han family people talk to me?”

The Han family murmured in confusion. Yan Shuangfei made a hand gesture, ordering her people to surround the Han family members.

“Better come out quickly,” Yan Shuangfei said impatiently. “Or you’ll drag others down with you.”

A man of average height was pushed out by the crowd. To save himself, abandoning partners was common.

Yan Shuangfei looked down at the trembling man. She hooked her finger under his chin and teasingly said, “Keep talking. I’m listening.”

The man was shaking and falling apart. His rash impulse had brought consequences he could hardly bear.

Seeing that the man didn’t speak, Yan Shuangfei suddenly slapped him hard across the face. “Not talking now?” Bl00d showed at the corner of his mouth.

“Good, very good.” Yan Shuangfei muttered impatiently, pulling a dagger from her waist. “You must really regret being so quick with your words, huh?” The dagger dangerously waved in front of the man’s eyes. “Want me to cut off the thing that caused all this trouble?” Yan Shuangfei’s lips curled into a cruel smile, devilish. The sharp blade lightly traced the man’s lips. The man flinched instinctively but was held firmly by Yan Shuangfei’s men.

“Cutting from the corner of the mouth to the ear would look pretty, right?” Yan Shuangfei said endlessly, ignoring the bloody scene. The man seemed stunned, his eyes dull. He wanted to beg, but the dagger was right on his lips, so any movement would cause injury.

Yan Shuangfei was pleased with his reaction. She happily withdrew the dagger and then pulled out a long rod, tossing it to Luoxiao, who was watching closely.

Luoxiao caught it easily, already eager to use it.

The rod was about one and a half arms long. Luoxiao wasn’t tall enough to fully wield it yet.

“Have fun,” Yan Shuangfei said coaxingly to Luoxiao, but Luoxiao’s eyes were full of excitement, barely listening.

Yan Shuangfei was never a kind person. Without Luo Qinghan, she might always have been this cruel and cold-blooded.