Chapter 920 Cancer? Really! But I Won't Die 5

This guy is eighteen, four years younger than the original owner of this body, but his mother is a born bad seed. From the time he could speak, he would bully the original owner and steal her food.

Because of this incident, the original owner was afraid every time she got out of school for a long time afterward, fearing that her brother would sell her again.

Yes, that time Ning Qiang only charged each of those classmates 50 cents.

Two years later, Ning Qiang said he wanted to eat fish and asked the original owner to go down to the river to catch fish for him. It was late December and the weather was so cold that you couldn't even stick your hands out. Who would go down to the river to catch fish?

The original owner naturally refused, so he pushed the original owner into the river.

She didn't catch any fish, but thankfully the river wasn't deep enough for her to drown. She climbed out of the water and hurried home, only to be given a double beating by her parents for not taking good care of her younger brother and getting his clothes wet. Winter clothes are scarce, and you can't go out if your clothes aren't dry. Of course, the two old folks were furious.

The original owner was beaten and cried, begging for mercy, while Ning Qiang clapped and applauded on the side.

He's happy when the original owner is having a hard time; this guy is truly wicked.

Ning Qiang is the apple of this couple's eye; using him to threaten them will definitely work.

"Mom, it hurts so much!"

Ning's parents looked at their son, their eyes filled with heartache. Ning's father looked at his wife, the pain in his body making him temporarily give in, "Go. Go kill the chicken!"

When Li Li called, she said that the girl only had three months to live.

Three months, that'll go by quickly!

Once she dies, all the hundreds of thousands she has will be theirs. What difference will it make if we go along with her for a few days?

Ning's mother was also afraid that her son would be beaten again, so she endured the pain and obediently went to kill the chicken.

Ning Yan was also tired after hitting the person. After all, this body was really sick, and she had been traveling all day, so she was very tired.

"I want to sleep!"

Ning Qiang: You brat, go to sleep if you want to, why are you staring at him?

With a "thud," a stick came crashing down, hitting Ning Qiang squarely on the shoulder. The pain contorted Ning Qiang's face. "Ouch! Why did you hit me again?"

"Give me your room, I'm going to sleep here. Take your luggage back, or I'll break your legs!"

Ning Qiang felt extremely wronged. Why should Ning Yan sleep in his room?

Ning Yan raised the thick wooden stick in her hand again. It was made of poplar wood, and the bark had been peeled off. It was really easy to use.

Ning Qiang: ...Okay, he knows why now, it's because of this wooden stick!

Ning Qiang reluctantly walked forward. His thigh, which had been beaten countless times, ached terribly with every movement. He hissed as he walked. The two old men were heartbroken, but dared not say a word. They could only watch helplessly as Ning Yan swaggered over their son.

The Ning family has six rooms.

Logically, there should be a house belonging to the original owner, but these six rooms were built after the original owner left home. They are all cave dwellings. Three rooms were for the elderly couple, and three rooms belonged to Ningqiang. Therefore, there is not a single house belonging to the original owner in the family.

If Ning Yan hadn't suddenly gone mad, she might have been forced to sleep in a side room today.

Ning Qiang's room was spotless; it was all cleaned by his mother. The mattress on the kang (a heated brick bed) was thick and soft, and the TV was large. In addition to the TV, there was also a computer and a tablet.

As soon as Ning Qiang came in, he tried to take away her valuables. When Ning Yan saw that he was even trying to take the tablet, she immediately swung a stick at him.

He quickly dodged backward, narrowly avoiding the blow. "This tablet is mine."

Ning Yan waved the stick around, "I bought it with my money!"

Ning Qiang has become honest.

He just finished the college entrance examination and has never earned a single penny in his life.

In the end, Ning Yan only let him take his clothes and personal belongings, then kicked him out and took over the kid's territory.

Ning Yan didn't care about anything else and went to sleep as soon as she lay down on the bed.

In the yard, Ning's mother, who was plucking chicken feathers, asked the old man, "Are we really not going to do anything?"

"What do you suggest? Should we rush in and kill her?"

Ning's mother was startled. "How can that be? Won't it affect our son?"

Ning's father spat, "Damn it, I never thought I'd be controlled by this brat one day!"

"How did she get this disease? It costs almost 50,000 a year. If she had been healthy, she could have earned at least another 500,000 for our son."

Unlike other families in the village who were foolish enough to sell their daughters for dowry, she was much better off letting her earn money to support her family.

Anyway, becoming an old maid won't stop her from getting married and asking for a dowry.

"Okay, that's no use talking, let's hurry up and cook, I'm starving too."

Ning's mother rolled her eyes, but resignedly sped up her work. Soon, an old hen was cleaned and put into the pot. Making steamed buns was too much trouble, so she simply steamed a pot of rice, fried an egg custard, and lunch was done.

When Ning Yan woke up from her nap and found the kitchen, the stewed chicken in the pot had just been taken out of the pot.

Ning's mother's mouth moved, but remembering her daughter's brutality just now, she didn't dare to utter a curse.

That brat is unpredictable; it's best to avoid provoking her if possible. After all, she's dead, but others haven't had enough of living yet.

Ning Yan sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating.

Zhang Huaihua picked up a large chicken leg and was about to put it in Ning Qiang's bowl when Ning Yan snatched it away with her chopsticks.

The original owner lived at home for sixteen years and never ate a chicken leg in her memory. Now that she's here, she naturally has to eat it for the original owner.

"You're so annoying! You little brat, are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Ning Yan ignored her and picked up all the best parts of the chicken, then started eating from a bowl of rice that was almost as big as her head.

Although there was still a lot of chicken in the bowl, Ning Qiang was still furious. He was always the boss at home, and Ning Yan was just asking for trouble if she dared to pick up his chicken leg!

He immediately blurted out a swear word!

Ning Yan raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face: "Try swearing again!"

Seeing his son get slapped in the face, and by a girl no less, Ning's father could no longer bear it. He raised his fist to smash Ning Yan's body.

Ning Yan: Good grief, it's coming for my head, isn't it?

She lifted her buttocks, grabbed the chair, and slammed it down on Old Deng.

The old man couldn't dodge in time and was hit squarely on the forehead by the chair. His eyes rolled back and he fell backward.

Zhang Huaihua quickly pulled him back, preventing Ning Shiya from falling to the ground. "Honey! Are you trying to kill me? This is your own father!"

Ning Qiang was so frightened that he shrank back to the corner of the wall. It was really hard for someone as fat as him to shrink into such a small ball.

Ning's father sat on the ground, wiping his forehead and touching his hand, which was covered in blood. "Ah, I'm going to beat that brat to death!"

Thank you so much, Big Eyes, for the 500 Qidian Coins!