"Don't worry about her. Some people are just jealous of others being better than themselves." Su Chenhao made a mental note of it. This homeroom teacher had angered his wife, and he would definitely teach her a lesson when he found the opportunity.

Qiao Xiaoni felt that one bowl of rice was not enough, so she asked for another: "I found that I can eat more than before. I just ate a bowl of rice and my stomach is still not full."

"Then eat more, you're too thin." Su Chenhao kept putting ribs into her bowl.

Qiao Xiaoni felt it was a bit too much, so she picked up two more pieces and said, "Don't just let me eat, you should eat some too. I've noticed you've lost weight."

"Really?" Su Chenhao subconsciously touched his face. "I haven't lost weight. I've always looked like this."

She couldn't stand it anymore, so she turned around and went back to her room to lie down, not wanting to be subjected to their public displays of affection anymore.

The little golden python involuntarily came to mind. She must be quite happy without him around.

On the mountain.

The golden python looked at the lightning striking down from the sky. This was her tribulation lightning. As long as she survived it, she could transform into human form and her cultivation would advance further.

But I've never seen such terrifying lightning in my life. It struck a century-old tree, and the tree was reduced to ashes.

The Qiao family village was also awakened by this rare event. The braver ones went out to take a look, but were so frightened by the terrifying scene outside that they quickly ran back.

I told my family not to go out, and everyone held their breath, hoping things would calm down soon.

The Song family.

Song Facai looked at the hole punched in the roof, rainwater pouring into the house. He had already used several basins to catch the water, but it seemed to be of no use at all.

Looking at his dilapidated home, Song Min said, "What bad luck did I have in my past life? Why did I become your son? I couldn't help you with anything at my wedding. Can't you even fix this shabby house?"

A snap.

Thunder roared down again, startling him so much that he quickly shrank under the covers. Only when the thunder subsided did he lift the covers and sit up again.

As Liu Zhaodi tidied up the floor, she said, "You know how capable your father and I are."

"Raising you to adulthood is already a huge achievement. You're almost old enough to be married, when are you going to grow up a bit?"

"Isn't this all because you spoiled me? Now you want me to change? It's too late!" Song Min said deliberately to provoke them.

Song Facai pointed his finger at him and cursed, "If you're so capable, go live on your own. What's the point of staying at home?"

The wedding we agreed on, you just postponed it like that? You've completely humiliated me.

Hearing this, Song Min also started to get angry. He had already planned to get married this week. He wanted to marry that bitch in front of everyone and then torment her endlessly.

If he can't be a man in this life, then Qiao Lingling can forget about being a woman.

"I'll go see Qiao Haixing tomorrow and ask him to marry his daughter to us. Is that alright?"

Song Facai hadn't intended to get too angry, but he was just too upset after a busy night. He turned and went back into the house without looking at his son again.

Liu Zhaodi quickly followed; she didn't want to be alone with her son anymore. She felt she couldn't take this kind of life anymore.

Hearing the flashes of lightning outside, Song Min quickly crawled into bed. He wondered when this awful weather would clear up.

A snap.

Then, with a loud crash, a corner of the house fell to the ground, and a large hole was split in the roof. A gust of cold wind blew in from outside.