Chapter 202: Cursing the Scumbag
Lu Jinghe looked at Lu Jianlin steadily and suddenly laughed, which made Lu Jianlin feel creepy and uncomfortable.
"It's not late, Jinghe, it's not dark yet!" Lu Jianlin hurriedly reached out to pull him again, and his answer was irrelevant.
Are you joking? Is this what you mean? I don't know if he didn't understand or pretended not to understand, but this strange answer made Qin Yian laugh. For the sake of atmosphere, she turned her head to look elsewhere and held back the laugh that was about to come out of her throat.
Then she heard Lu Jinghe's cold voice.
"You forgot what you did to my mother before, but I didn't. Have you forgotten why I left Beijing? And what Wu Guizhi said when you were fighting in the yard, do you think you didn't do it? Is she just slandering you? In my heart, you are the murderer of my mother, never my father."
Lu Jianlin was stunned. These words made his heart skip a beat as if he fell into a lake. He felt a strong sense of weightlessness and his feet went limp. Lu Yanzhi ran over and supported his body.
But he immediately shook her off in disgust.
There was only Lu Jinghe in his eyes now. He looked at him in shock and panic: "You, what did you say..."
"I said, I remember everything that happened since I was a child clearly, and I have never forgotten it. I lied to you, otherwise, how could I be alive today? How could I wait for my grandfather to pick me up? I'm afraid Wu Guizhi would have cured me with medicine a long time ago, so you don't have to pretend to have a deep father-son relationship. I've been acting disgusting with you these days, and I want to vomit every day."
On a smiling face, there was a mouth that was specifically designed to irritate Lu Jianlin.
"I also said that my mother's life was killed by Wu Guizhi and his people for a small part, and you killed the other half. Legally, you are not guilty, and you can get away with it. In fact, you are the culprit of my mother's death. Without your harm, everything that happened later would not have happened. So you are the real murderer. Others killed people with drugs, and you killed people with your heart. Don't blame me for repaying you with my heart."
He didn't shout at the top of his lungs, nor did he ask loudly. He just spoke calmly, with a cold tone and sharp words. He said all this with a smile on his face but his eyes looked at him mercilessly.
Lu Jianlin felt panic and blocked in his heart, and it felt like a needle stabbed his heart again, and he felt very uncomfortable.
He covered his chest and sat back on the ground, waving his hands and said:
"No, no, I didn't expect them to treat your mother like that. I didn't know your mother was so sad. I was also very sad when your mother passed away. I never thought that my actions would hurt her."
"Besides, there was nothing wrong with what I did. It's not my fault. I can only say that your mother is too fragile."
The more Lu Jianlin spoke, the more he felt that he was right, and he felt righteous.
"Other wives can serve their mother-in-law well, but she can't do that. She quarrels with her mother-in-law every day. Other wives don't lose their temper for no reason. They are suspicious of everything and think that this is not good for her and that is against her. Her death has nothing to do with me. Jinghe, you can't blame daddy for this!"
Scumbag, big scumbag, big chauvinistic scumbag, look at these words, every sentence is shirking responsibility, every sentence is blaming the other party, and he thinks he is always right in his heart.
Damn it, he is still making excuses for himself until now, and doesn't think he is wrong in the slightest.
Qin Yian spat at him unhappily, and she couldn't control her mouth anymore.
"Shut up, I've never seen such a shameless person like you. You just take advantage of your aunt's death and you can say whatever you want and slander her. Why don't you take care of your mother and let a woman who just gave birth to a child take care of her? Don't you love your mother so much? Why can't you do things yourself? Do you have no hands or legs? Other families feel sorry for their daughters-in-law, but you have been corrupted by the bourgeoisie and actually want to marry a daughter-in-law to be a servant."
Lu Jianlin's face flushed with shame. Hearing Qin Yian's last sentence, he was shocked and retorted: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense, Jinghe, you take care of it!"
"If you have such thoughts, I won't beat you. I will only discriminate against you and look down on you. You don't need to rush to distance yourself from it. Otherwise, why do you say you will serve your mother? You don't serve her filially yourself. You are the one whose tail is cut off. It's you who is unfilial and you don't love your mother."
Qin Yian rolled his eyes. This kind of man's idea is to marry a free nanny to serve himself and his family. He acts as if it is a matter of course. Why should other people's precious daughter be filial to him just because he has a few more pounds of rotten meat down there? Filial piety is always mutual.
Lu Jinghe stretched out his hands to him and now made no secret of his attitude towards him: "I'm not a scum like you. My wife is strict and she's the only one who manages me. You deserve to be scolded. She'll stop when she's satisfied."
Lu Jianlin got up from the ground in shock when he heard this. He was shocked by his attitude and pointed at him: "You..."
Qin Yian pulled Lu Jinghe to stand behind him and continued to attack Lu Jianlin.
"What do you mean by you? You mean you are not a human being, you are a beast, you slander people, and you put all the responsibilities on your wife who gave birth to your children. If you had thought about her, listened to her, stood on her side, considered a little more, and kept a sense of boundaries with other women, and been a little more filial, Auntie wouldn't have suffered this."
Now Lu Jianlin's feet seemed to have bone hyperplasia, shaking so much that he couldn't stand steadily, so angry that he couldn't speak, his face turned red and blue, and his color changed faster than a chameleon.
The scumbag only thinks about his own interests in his mind. If his own interests are not damaged, it will not affect him.
Qin Yian sneered and turned the words to poke his heart.
"You wouldn't have that vicious step-wife, and your mother wouldn't have been killed by your step-wife, and no one would have cheated on you, and you wouldn't have been fooled around by the Wu family, and all your family's money wouldn't have gone to me, and you wouldn't have ended up in jail, and you wouldn't have been laughed at, broken up, or have a broken family."
Lu Jianlin squatted down in pain, holding his chest with his hands, his face full of regret, and tears of regret flowing from his eyes. He cried out,
"Stop talking, stop talking!"
"Really? You have caused all this suffering yourself. Do you know what this means? You deserve it, you old scum."
Qin Yian insisted on saying this, giving him another heavy blow. She leaned over slightly to look at Lu Jianlin on the ground, and her 37-degree mouth gently uttered these cold words.
"Can you really fall asleep peacefully in your dreams without any fear? Can you see what's ahead? Come down quickly~"
"Ah!" Lu Jianlin held his head, stared at the front in fear and screamed, as if he really saw something, and kept muttering apologies in his mouth: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry--" Qin
Yian finally felt comfortable and refreshed from scolding, her whole body became warm, and her body and mind felt comfortable.
Seeing Lu Jianlin shaking his head in disdain on the ground, Lu Jianlin had done a lot of things that were not normal. A little mental suggestion made him like this. It can be seen that he knew how sorry he was to his late aunt and felt guilty.
Seeing her stop, Lu Jinghe opened the lid of the kettle and handed the hot water to Qin Yian, asking her to moisten her throat: "Don't feel uncomfortable in your throat, drink some water."