Chapter 117

Zhong Hua was unable to dodge and was about to step back, but unexpectedly bumped into his third aunt behind him. He could only watch the fragments of the flowerpot covered in mud falling towards him.

"Ah——" A sharp pain came from his forehead, causing Zhong Hua to grimace in pain and squat down with his hands covering his bloody head.

"Xiao Hua!" Cui Liu screamed and hurried to check her injuries.

There was a cut on his forehead caused by the fragments of the flowerpot. Although it was not large and was just a superficial injury, blood was seen. With mud stuck around the wound, it looked really scary.

Her forehead was injured.

Zhong Hua was shocked at first, and then she was terrified. First, she was terrified that Zhong Qiao, who usually didn't like to argue with them, would fight back, and second, her face was injured.

A girl’s face is the most important thing. If her face is disfigured, it will be difficult for her to find a partner and she will be looked down upon by her future in-laws and husband.

"Zhong Qiao, how dare you do this to me?"

Zhong Hua was so angry that his hands were shaking, and his voice was almost suppressed from his throat.

"How dare you hurt my face?!"

Zhong Qiao, a fallen woman with the lowest status in the family, should be criticized, and yet she actually dared to hit him?!

Zhong Qiao stood at the doorstep and looked at her coldly.

"Does it hurt?"

Cui Liu was also confused by her question.

Zhong Hua covered the injured area and was also slightly startled by her calm tone.

Zhong Qiao finally took action, pressing forward step by step until he came in front of Zhong Hua: "Does it hurt?" he asked again.

"You're crazy!" Zhong Hua was frightened by her frosty eyes, and an emotion called fear surged in his heart.

Why did she feel that Zhong Qiao was different? Whether it was their first meeting in the compound or later when they were doing business, Zhong Qiao seemed to have become a different person. Because Zhong Qiao agreed to teach them the craft, she initially thought it was her own illusion, and Zhong Qiao was still the soft persimmon.

But now, a voice in her heart told her clearly.

Zhong Qiao is just different.

"Madman!" Zhong Hua cursed without thinking, "Zhong Qiao, you madman!"

"I'm going to tell Grandpa to kick you out of the house! Throw out that little bastard of yours too!"

Zhong Qiao's eyes gradually became sharper: "Say it again."

She took a few more steps towards Zhong Hua. A black shadow cast a shadow over them, giving them an unexpected sense of shock.

"Say what you just said again."

"Who is the little bastard?"

"Zhong Qiao, what do you want to do?" Cui Liu, always protective of his daughter, naturally wouldn't stand by and watch her get bullied. He quickly interrupted and used the attitude of an elder to suppress her. "Zhong Hua is your cousin, how dare you attack her? Do you still respect your elders?"

"Elders? Cousins?" Zhong Qiao laughed in anger. "Where do I, Zhong Qiao, have elders? Where do I have cousins? You're not referring to my aunt or cousin who kicked me and my daughter out on our first day back home?"

"You keep calling me a frail, fickle woman, and a bastard. Do you think you can even be considered a human being, let alone my cousin?"

Cui Liu was speechless after hearing her words. After a long pause, he mumbled, "Then you can't do anything. Zhong Hua is just young and a child is ignorant. Do you think you, an adult, will be ignorant too?"

"Young?" Zhong Qiao kindly helped her recall. "If I remember correctly, Zhong Hua is only a few months younger than me, right? She's a child, and I'm the evil one who justifies her?"

Cui Liu was humiliated by her.

I don't know if Zhong Qiao has been on a roll lately. In the past, when they mocked her, she would just ignore them or pretend not to hear. But why is she so sharp-tongued today? She's so sharp-tongued that I don't know how to fight back.

"Little bastard." Zhong Qiao suddenly spoke, his eyes always on Zhong Hua.

Didn't she love calling others bastards? Then she would fight back.

Zhong Hua was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted from her look and was about to refute, but Zhong Qiao didn't mention anyone by name, so he couldn't just curse her. Otherwise, he would be taking over her words and implicitly admitting that he was a bastard.

Zhong Qiao curled his lips and smiled: "The little bastard of the Zhong family, born by a father but not taught by a mother, all he does every day is poop and pee with his mouth, it's really stinky."

Zhong Hua was so angry that her face turned blue: "Zhong Qiao, are you just blaming me for something?"

Zhong Qiao spread his hands innocently: "I didn't say anything about you, look, you're anxious again."

Zhong Hua: “…”

"Let's not bother with her, let's go." Cui Liu picked up Zhong Hua and said, "If we can't deal with her, we still have grandparents who can help us get justice."

Zhong Hua covered his injured head and said to Zhong Qiao in a hateful voice, "Zhong Qiao, don't be complacent. I will repay you for this sooner or later, and then I will make you get out of my house! Don't kneel on the ground and beg for it back."

"Get out of here now." Zhong Qiao had completely lost his patience with them.

She used to think that if she ignored these crazy people, they would become bored and would naturally quiet down. But today she found out that she was totally wrong. The more she pretended to ignore them, the more excited they became and the more arrogant they became.

After a good release, the mammary glands will be unblocked and you can also scare these crazy women. Why not do it?

After watching the two of them leave, my third aunt still stood there stupidly without leaving. She looked like she had lost her soul and her face was horribly miserable.

Zhong Qiao had heard about her a long time ago.

Ever since Zhong Long was rescued, he has been hiding at home and not going out. Later, someone said that his third uncle had a woman outside, so his third aunt secretly followed him. After returning home, she had a big fight with his third uncle.

Under the double blow, this once stupid and vicious woman became silent.

Zhong Qiao didn't have time to pay attention to her, let alone the time to comfort her.

I can still vividly remember how sarcastic and mean she was in the past.

Zhong Qiao couldn't control her, but she wouldn't kick her when she was down. As long as her third aunt behaved herself, she could let bygones be bygones. But if her third aunt still refused to give up and resorted to some despicable tactics, don't blame her for being rude.

Zhong Qiao walked past her and headed home.

Suddenly, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Zhong Qiao stopped and didn't move.

"Zhong Qiao." My third aunt's voice was as hoarse and unpleasant as a dried-up well. "I want to ask you for a favor."

"Can you help me get a divorce? I only want Xiaolong and nothing else."

They had quarreled and fought these days, but she had thought it through and decided to divorce. She must divorce.

Firstly, she realized these days that her husband, who loved her deeply in front of outsiders, did not actually love her. When she was pregnant, her seemingly honest husband had already begun to separate himself from family responsibilities and even met a new woman outside.

Most importantly, she also discovered that the woman had given birth to a son for him.

The funny thing is, she just discovered it now.

The man's oath changed in a flash. Before, she hated and rejected Zhong Qiao in various ways, but now, she feels that Zhong Qiao is very brave. At least he is willing to divorce despite the external pressure and even won the custody.

Only by empathizing with Zhong Qiao can you understand how difficult it was for him.

"I'm sorry." My third aunt said humbly, "I was wrong before. Can you please forgive me? Can you please help me get a divorce?"

Zhong Qiao was silent for a few seconds, then spoke softly in the woman's expectant look.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."