Chapter 87: Do I Still Have to Pick a Day to Beat You?!

"Ranran, don't be like that..." Li Huijuan grabbed her son, her voice choked, "No one is to blame for this..."

She said so, yet the self‑reproach on her face was equally evident.

At that moment, Su Ruan hurried to the hospital.

She had been restless at home, and finally locked the door and rushed over.

Her complexion was pale and she was panting; seeing the old woman and husband in the corridor, she ran over at once.

"Mom, Jiang Ran! How's Grandma?"

She asked anxiously, her gaze sweeping over their sorrowful expressions, and her heart sank sharply.

Li Huijuan, seeing Su Ruan, seemed to have found a backbone, grabbed her hand, and her tears flowed even more fiercely: "RuanRuan... the doctor said it was a stroke... she's stable for now, but they don't know when she'll wake, and later maybe..."

She couldn't continue.

Su Ruan's heart felt as if immersed in ice water, yet she knew she had to be strong at this moment.

She squeezed Li Huijuan's hand again, soothing softly: "Mom, don't be afraid; as long as Grandma's life is okay, there is hope. We'll stay with Grandma together; she'll surely pull through."

She then looked at the despondent Jiang Ran, whose eyes were blood‑shot, walked over and gently grasped the hand he had used to pound the wall, its palm swollen and red.

"Jiang Ran, it's not your fault. What we need to do now is take good care of Grandma, cooperate with the doctors, and wait for her to wake up."

Jiang Ran felt the softness and warmth of her palm, and seeing her worry‑laden yet unusually resolute gaze, the churn of remorse and fury in his heart calmed a little.

He turned his hand and gripped Su Ruan's hand tightly, as if it were the only floating log he could cling to amid raging waves.

The news that Jiang Nainai suddenly fell gravely ill and was hospitalized spread through the neighborhood like a gust of wind.

That day, the shrill ambulance siren and the frantic figures of the Jiang Family were seen by many.

Su family.

Su Dazhuang and Wang Juhua sat on the doorstep, a small dish of sunflower seeds before them, cracking them "crack‑crack" as spittle flew while they gossiped with a few idle neighbors.

"If you ask me, that's fate!" Wang Juhua pursed her lips, a gleam of schadenfreude and malice in her small eyes, "Some people are born as Broom Stars, Hard Fate! Mother Killer!"

A plump woman beside them echoed, "Who says not? Jiang Laotai was such a good person, and suddenly... sigh."

Su Dazhuang spat out the sunflower seed shells, his cloudy eyes full of spite; he lowered his voice yet made sure the few around could hear: "Hmph, if you want to blame someone, blame those unlucky ones!"

"Think about it, before she came in, the Jiang Family was sailing smoothly! Since she arrived, she first made our household chaotic, and now, she directly Kill Jiang Laotai into the hospital!"

"I think she's just like her short‑lived mother!"

His words were pointed and vicious, not only blaming Su Ruan for Jiang Nainai's illness, but also dragging Su Ruan's long‑deceased biological mother into it.

"Exactly!" Wang Juhua immediately interjected, her voice sharp, "Her mother had a difficult birth! Isn't that Hard Fate Mother Killer? Now it's Jiang Laotai's turn!"

"Tsk tsk, the Jiang Family is really unlucky, marrying such a Mourning Star into the house!"

These long‑tongued women kept volleying remarks, each more outrageous than the last, as if Su Ruan were some plague spirit reborn, bringing all misfortune.

They were immersed in the pleasure of malicious speculation and slandering, paying no heed as a tall figure, radiating a chilling aura, stepped from the Alley.

Jiang Ran had returned to fetch fresh clothes and toiletries for Grandma.

After staying at the hospital for several days, he had barely slept; his eyes were riddled with red veins, a bluish stubble sprouted on his chin, and he was shrouded in oppressive anxiety and fatigue.

Grandma remained comatose, and every doctor's "the situation is not optimistic" pierced his heart like a needle.

He had just turned into the Alley when he heard that sharp chatter.

At first he paid no mind, until the malicious words "Su Ruan", "Hard Fate", "Mother Killer", "Kill Jiang Laotai", "Mourning Star" drilled clearly into his ears.

Boom—!

An uncontrollable fury, like a volcanic eruption, instantly shattered all his reason!

He could say so, but to slander his daughter‑in‑law, to smear the person he holds dear, especially at the critical moment of Grandma's uncertain fate!

He couldn't stand it!

Jiang Ran abruptly halted, turned his head, his blood‑shot eyes like knives tempered with ice, fixed rigidly on Su Dazhuang, who was speaking most energetically on the doorstep!

Su Dazhuang, mid‑rant, suddenly sensed a terrifying killing aura descending.

Instinctively he looked up, meeting Jiang Ran's eyes that seemed ready to kill, startling him so that the sunflower seeds in his hand fell out.

"You... Jiang Ran? What do you want to do?"

Su Dazhuang shouted, his face flushed with anger yet cowardly, his body instinctively recoiling.

Wang Juhua and the few long‑tongued women also jumped in fright, fell silent instantly, and stared in terror at the aura‑radiating Jiang Ran.

"What am I doing?" Jiang Ran's voice was low and hoarse, as if forced from deep in his throat, carrying a chilling cold, "I damn well heard you spouting filth here!"

Before the words finished, he lunged forward in a single stride, and amid everyone's horrified gazes, seized Su Dazhuang's collar, astonishingly hoisting the shorter Su Dazhuang off the doorstep!

"Ah! He's hitting someone! Jiang Ran is hitting someone!" Wang Juhua let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Let go of me, Jiang Ran! How dare you hit me?!"

Su Dazhuang was terrified, his spirit scattered, flailing his limbs, trying to break free.

"If I'm going to hit you, I'll hit you—do I still need to pick a day?!"

Jiang Ran roared, the worries, fear, and anger accumulated over days exploding completely at that moment!

He swung his fist, mercilessly smashing it into Su Dazhuang's face!

"Bang!" a muffled thud rang, accompanied by Su Dazhuang's scream and several blood‑stained teeth flying out.

"Let you damn your filthy mouth! Let you curse my Grandma! Let you slander my daughter‑in‑law!"

Jiang Ran seemed insane, his fists raining down like raindrops, each punch packed with massive force and raging fury.

He targeted Su Dazhuang's face and body, beating him so helplessly that Su Dazhuang could only clutch his head, curl up on the ground, and emit a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Ah! Help! He's killing someone!"

Wang Juhua cried and lunged to intervene, but Jiang Ran shoved her away with a backhand, and she staggered, falling to the ground.

The few long‑tongued women beside them were already petrified, their faces pallid, trembling as they backed away, fearing they might be caught up.

The commotion in the Alley alarmed other neighbors; many rushed out on hearing it, and upon seeing the violent scene before them, were stunned.

Quick! Quick, stop him!

Jiang Ran! Stop it! Someone's about to die!