Inside the mall, amidst the pointing and whispering of onlookers, He's mother and He Jiabao slunk away.
Before leaving, He Jiabao looked at Qi An with a "well-behaved" expression and said, "Auntie, come back with us. I know I was wrong about what happened before, and I won't do it again."
He verbally apologized, but the resentment in his heart was heavier than ever before.
I want to kill that bitch He Qing and cut her into pieces, just like Grandma chops up ribs.
By this time, He Qing had already moved out of her home and was renting a place to live on her own.
He Jiabao wanted to lure her back to his home and slowly torture her to death. After all, in that house, he was the emperor, and everyone else was his servant.
He knew that He Qing was afraid of him and hated him, although today she suddenly seemed like a different person for some reason.
But he still firmly believed that once he returned to his own territory, he could easily kill He Qing if he wanted to.
Anyway, he's just a twelve-year-old minor, so he won't be punished for anything he does. So what if he kills He Qing?
It's her fault for always going against me; she even hit him today. She deserves to die.
He originally thought that given He Qing's wariness of him, it would take a lot of effort to trick her into going home, and he even planned to have that old geezer persuade her as well.
To his surprise, He Qing said as soon as he finished speaking, "Of course we should go back together. We are a family, so of course we should all be together."
"Okay, let's go home then."
Great, the prey has taken the bait.
In that instant, many bloody and violent methods of torture flashed through He Jiabao's mind, each one of which he had rehearsed in his head for a long time.
He was breathing rapidly, his heart was pounding and his blood was rushing, and he was so excited he almost trembled.
He Jiabao turned around, a strange smile playing on his lips, lost in his own fantasy.
Therefore, he didn't see the woman staring at his back, her eyes even more excited than his.
He didn't understand that the most skilled hunters often appear in the form of their prey.
At this moment, He Jiabao, this little pervert, had no idea that he had invited a big bad wolf home, the kind that eats children.
Qi An went home with the grandfather and granddaughter. As soon as she entered the door, He Jiabao quietly locked the door.
Qi An opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of He Jiabao's Coke, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.
Having spent so much time in ancient times and the world of cultivation, I really miss this comfort food.
Behind her, He Jiabao, his face contorted with rage, slammed an ashtray hard against the back of her head.
Mrs. He's eyes widened, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face, but remembering what had just happened in the mall, she turned her head away, pretending not to have seen it.
Who told her to side with outsiders and beat the baby like that? She needs to suffer a little to learn her lesson.
Qi An's lips curled up. This fool is so overconfident. He really doesn't want to pretend for even a second.
Sensing the wind behind her, she swiftly grabbed the large bowl from the refrigerator and slammed it down on He Jiabao's face.
The large bowl contained leftover spicy Sichuan-style hot pot from yesterday, and the extra spicy version was splashed with bright red chili oil all over He Jiabao's head and face.
Chili peppers got into his eyes and nostrils. The wounds on his face from Qi An's beating were already incredibly painful, and the chili oil made it feel like salt was being rubbed into the wounds.
He Jiabao covered his face and let out a pig-like scream. He smashed the ashtray but missed. Qi An reached out and snatched it, then casually cracked open He Jiabao's skull.
Suddenly, his entire face and head were bright red, and it was impossible to tell which parts were chili oil and which were blood.
"Ah... I'm going to kill you..." He Jiabao screamed in agony.
"ah……"
He's mother was also terrified by this turn of events and screamed, "He Qing, you heartless bastard, how could you do this? That's your own nephew! How dare you!"
She rushed over and hugged He Jiabao, asking repeatedly, "Baby, are you alright? Grandma will clean you up, and then we'll go to the hospital."
"roll……"
Enraged, He Jiabao shoved her away violently, causing his mother's old back to slam against the dining table, turning her face pale with pain.
He Jiabao stumbled into the bathroom, trying to wash the blood and chili oil off his head and face.
Qi An sneered: "Nephew? I don't want such a disgusting idiot as my nephew. Besides, since he dared to lay a hand on me, he should taste the bitterness of being killed in return."
"It's your business if you're willing to be a slave to beasts. In my case, if a beast dares to bite someone, I'll pull out its teeth and break its four legs—oh no, five."
"You...you actually called my grandson a beast! You're the beast, you worthless thing..."
While cursing, He's mother picked up a feather duster, intending to hit Qi An.
Qi An reached out and snatched it, then slapped the hideous old face.
“He Jiabao is a little beast, you are an old beast, your whole family is trash, not a single one of you is normal.”
Mother He screamed and cried as she was slapped, her cheeks swollen high.
He was still defending his grandson: "You're talking nonsense. The baby is smart and strong. He'll definitely be able to get a stable job in the government in the future. You even hit your own mother. You're the beast."
Qi An laughed so hard he almost fell over: "Of course he can get a secure job. How can prison food not be considered government food? And he even gave you a silver bracelet. He'll definitely bring glory to your He family."
"You're talking nonsense! You dare curse my grandson, you bastard..."
Qi An grabbed her chin, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his tone was icy cold.
“Old man, I’m warning you, if I hear another word like ‘cheap’ or ‘worthless,’ I’ll rip your tongue out myself.”
Mother He trembled at her sinister tone. In her heart, this adopted daughter was the most soft-hearted and easy to manipulate, but when did she become so terrifying?
In the past, no matter how much He's mother beat or scolded He Qing, she would never fight back or talk back, because that was her mother, and ethics, morality, and blood ties held her firmly in place.
But what does that have to do with Boss Qi?
There is a ridiculous phenomenon: the less educated the parents are, the more experts they are at moral blackmail.
The saying "There are no parents who are wrong" is itself the biggest joke.
Mother He couldn't believe that He Qing, who had always been submissive, would hit her, but her first reaction was not anger, but fear.
So she slapped her thigh, sat down on the ground, and began to wail:
"I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you, and then raised you with great care and love. Is this how you repay me? What's the point of living? I don't want to live anymore."
"Threatening me with your death? Morally blackmailing me?" Qi An chuckled.
"What is morality? You really overestimate me. If you don't want to live, then go die. If you're too scared, I'll help you."
Qi An grabbed He's mother by the back of her collar and dragged her to the kitchen, handing her a kitchen knife: "Will you do it or should I?"
Mother He was so frightened that she shrank back as fast as she could, tears and snot streaming down her face.
"You old bastard, trying to play the suicide card with me? I think you're tired of living."
Qi An raised his knife as if to strike, but He's mother rolled her eyes and fainted from fright.
She had no intention of killing this old man with one blow; she wanted to die at the hands of her most beloved grandson.
Qi An was disgusted by He's mother's filthy manner, so he threw her several meters away, where she landed right on He's father, who was returning from his walk.
As soon as Mr. He entered the door, he was knocked down by Mrs. He's burly body. He cried out in pain and was pinned to the ground by Mrs. He.
He pushed He's mother away, grimaced, and sat up. He turned his head and saw He's mother lying motionless on the ground, her face swollen like a pig's head.
At this moment, He Jiabao also rushed out of the bathroom, his face was even more gruesome, and blood was still flowing down his head.
Mr. He was heartbroken. His old eyes widened like saucers as he exclaimed, "Baby, which bastard beat you up like this?"
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