Chapter 118
"Zhong Qiao, I was wrong back then, but I sincerely repent." Third Aunt thought Zhong Qiao was angry about what happened and continued to plead, "If you still feel unsatisfied, how about this? I'll let you beat me up or scold me. As long as you feel better, anything is fine."
As she spoke, she took Zhong Qiao's hand and began to slap her face mercilessly. After a few seconds, her face turned red.
Zhong Qiao pulled his hand back directly: "There's no point in doing this."
"Besides performing for myself, I can't move anyone else."
My third aunt was stunned for a moment, then, with her haggard face, she forced a helpless expression: "Then what should I do? What else can I do? I originally thought your third uncle was too honest, so he didn't know how to express himself, and didn't understand emotions and fun. But now I understand, I'm just a joke."
"If a man doesn't make you feel attracted to him, then he doesn't like you. No matter if you give birth to a son for him or not, he won't even look at you twice."
"I finally mustered up the courage to get a divorce, but who can help me?"
Zhong Qiao looked at her and didn't speak for a long time.
There were many things that she could not interfere with, especially other people's family affairs. After all, her third uncle was her elder, and no matter how much she hated them, she was still a junior.
In this day and age, there are no younger generations who persuade their elders to divorce or help them to divorce. Of course, the most important thing is that divorce is a matter of personal decision. She is not a lawyer who mediates divorce cases, so why should she interfere in this matter?
"Sorry, I still say the same thing." Zhong Qiao refused without any hesitation, "Divorce is your own business. I can't help you, and no one else can help you either."
After saying that, Zhong Qiao no longer looked at her distraught expression, but strode away.
After returning home, I happened to see Zhong's mother washing rice and cooking.
Mrs. Zhong was muttering something to herself in the corridor. She saw Zhong Qiao coming back out of the corner of her eye. A glimmer of light flashed in her eyes and she hurried to greet him.
"Why are you back so early today?"
Ever since the family started the business, not to mention wood carving, even purchasing game has kept everyone busy. Now Qiao Qiao has started to work on the clothing manuscripts. She gets up early and goes to bed late, and often goes to bed late at night.
Mother Zhong had thought that since today was the first day to start making samples, Qiao Qiao would definitely come back late, so she prepared dinner late on purpose so that she could wait for Qiao Qiao to have dinner together. However, she never expected that she would come back at noon, which was really a rare thing.
Zhong Qiao smiled faintly: "Jin Gui is watching over there, and the master is in charge. There will be no trouble, so I came back early."
"That's good. You and your father are busy every day, so you really should take a break." said Zhong's mother.
After the wood carving business was accepted, Mr. Zhong started carving with dark circles under his eyes, getting up early and working late, just to meet the deadline as soon as possible. Mrs. Zhong saw it and felt sad, but she could not help at all and could only silently make some delicious food for them.
She knew that the father and daughter had exactly the same personality. They were both obsessed with money. As long as there was money to be made, they would work tirelessly and no one else could stop them.
"What's wrong with your clothes?" Zhong's mother carefully noticed that the edges of the new clothes Zhong Qiao was wearing were stained with mud.
He picked it up and looked around. "Wasn't it fine when I left this morning? How come it's so dirty?"
Zhong Qiao didn't want her to worry about him, so he made up an excuse and pretended to be very tired, saying, "Mom, I'm too tired. I'm going back to my room to rest first."
Mother Zhong glanced at her, as if trying to find something fishy in her expression, but there was nothing.
"Okay." Zhong's mother agreed reluctantly, "Then take off this dress and I'll wash it for you later. Go to sleep first, and I'll call you when dinner is ready."
Zhong Qiao actually didn't have much of an appetite, but with her mother's fussy personality, if she said she didn't want to eat, she would definitely lecture him, saying things like he didn't take care of himself.
"Okay." Zhong Qiao didn't want to cause trouble, so she agreed directly, and then Zhong's mother forgave her.
After Zhong Qiao returned to the room, Zhong's mother held up the dirty clothes. The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. Zhong Qiao obviously liked this outfit very much and took great care of it when she wore it normally. She only wore it on important occasions. Why was she so careless today?
Suddenly something came to her mind, and Zhong's mother walked to the courtyard carrying the clothes. Sure enough, the withered potted plant that was usually placed in the corner was gone.
On the cobblestone floor of the courtyard, near the door, the potted plants were broken into pieces, and the dying grass was spread out on the ground with the mud.
This is obviously man-made.
Qiao Qiao is a person who doesn't like to fight with others.
Mother Zhong stared at the clothes in her hands, then at the broken potted plant for a while. She raised her eyelids and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
There is only one possibility, that someone else did it.
As soon as Zhong Qiao entered the room, he saw Wanwan playing.
When she saw herself, Wanwan's mouth, which had just grown its baby teeth, opened wide and she couldn't stop smiling. She clapped her hands and kicked her legs randomly. She was so happy.
"Wanwan." Zhong Qiao held the child in her arms, feeling the child's soft body and warm temperature. "My precious sweetheart."
With her head buried deep in the fragrance of milk, Zhong Qiao gently rubbed the child's tender little face. For some reason, she thought of Zhong Hua's rude words just now, and her face turned a little colder.
Bastard.
Her daughter Wanwan was called a bastard.
After Zhong Qiao's divorce, she knew that people would criticize her, but she never cared. But today, she was really angry and attacked her own child. As a mother, Zhong Qiao could not tolerate this.
This is also the reason why Zhong Qiao tried every possible way to make money and take his children out of this environment.
If Wanwan grows up in the future, she can't hide at home all her life. She still needs to go to school and witness the different people and scenery with her own eyes. If she stays in this compound, she can only hear those dirty words.
It’s hard to imagine what Wanwan will be raised to be like.
A kid like Zhong Long?
Zhong Qiao was shocked by his own thoughts. Zhong Long's vicious little face and the cruel words he could say at that time were completely unlike the innocence and simplicity that should be possessed by a person of his age. This was the character that he had been brought up by his aunts and uncles.
The roots were crooked from the beginning.
She would never allow this to happen to Wanwan.
Thinking of this, Zhong Qiao regained some strength to fight. With his exhausted body and the constant mental pressure, he leaned over the table, took out the sketchbook from the drawer, and continued to design some new ideas based on his last inspiration.
Without her knowing it, a figure saw her reaction clearly, flashed past the window, and quickly disappeared.
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