On the other side, in Baozhou City.
Like Beijing, Baoding was also battered by torrential rain yesterday.
Seeing the heavy rain, He Daqing, who worked at the restaurant, decided not to go home. He made a makeshift bed out of stools and spent the night there.
In the past, even if it was pouring rain, let alone a downpour, He Daqing would still have to go home.
Otherwise, the white widow and her son would have no dinner.
But ever since he was injured last time, He Daqing has seen through the true nature of the White Widow.
When he was able to earn money, the White Widow could barely treat him like a human being, but once he lost the ability to earn money, she stopped pretending and would scold him several times a day.
So after recovering from his injuries, He Daqing understood life better and often didn't go home for several days at a time.
After waking up in the morning, He Daqing bought two steamed buns on the street for breakfast and planned to go home for another nap.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the alley, I saw several women standing there chatting. These women were the gossips of the alley, often gathering together to talk about everyday matters.
"Hey, isn't this He Daqing? Did you go to a brothel yesterday?"
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
He Daqing frowned in displeasure. He hadn't wanted to pay any attention to these women, but he hadn't expected them to actually slander him.
“I’m not making this up. It was your wife yelling in the street yesterday. We all heard it.”
The women pointed and gestured at He Daqing as they talked.
"Get out of here! I slept in the restaurant yesterday. If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, I'll tear their mouth apart!"
After saying that, He Daqing strode away, leaving the women looking at each other in bewilderment.
"No, what did He Daqing eat today? He's so angry, he even dared to curse at us!"
"That's right, he never gets angry no matter what we say to him."
"Ha, He Daqing is indeed a bad guy. He looks down on us just because he has some skills."
"So what if you have a skill? You're still just a lousy crook, raising someone else's son."
"Pooh!"
He Daqing, of course, had no idea that the women were gossiping about him behind his back. He pushed open the courtyard gate and strode back into the courtyard.
Upon hearing the commotion, Widow Bai immediately came out of the house, glanced at the half-eaten bun in He Daqing's hand, and her face immediately fell.
"You damn bastard He Daqing, you actually know how to come back?"
Why didn't you come home yesterday? Didn't you know that my son and I were waiting for dinner at home?
Looking at the shrewish appearance of the widow, He Daqing gave her a cold look: "You won't eat if I don't come back? Don't yell at me, widow. If we can make it work, great; if not, forget it."
What?
Seeing that He Daqing dared to talk back, Widow Bai's anger flared even more. She grabbed He Daqing's ear and scolded him like a grandson, "You think you're right for not coming home tonight? You think you're right for eating alone? You, right now, go buy me and my son some steamed buns, meat buns!"
He Daqing impatiently slapped the widow's hand away: "I'm not going. If you want steamed buns, go buy them yourself."
Since recovering from his injuries, He Daqing no longer indulged Widow Bai as before.
The White Widow was clearly aware of this, which is why her attitude became increasingly domineering and her desire for control grew stronger.
Just like yesterday, when He Daqing didn't come home, the old Widow Bai certainly wouldn't have cared about his life or death, but now the old Widow Bai is worried that He Daqing will be seduced by another woman!
There aren't many people like He Daqing who can earn money and are willing to raise her son.
"You won't even buy me steamed buns! You weren't like this before!" Seeing that He Daqing wouldn't listen to reason, Widow Bai changed her attitude: "Our son hasn't eaten since last night, and he was just saying he was hungry."
"Let them starve to death!"
He Daqing blurted it out without even thinking.
When he was bedridden, the widow's half-grown son often said this phrase.
Therefore, after He Daqing recovered from his injuries, he would naturally treat Widow Bai's son in the same way.
"He Daqing, you're asking for it, aren't you?"
The white widow was furious. She had lowered herself to speak to He Daqing in a polite manner, but this guy didn't give her any face at all.
As she spoke, Widow Bai raised her hand, intending to slap He Daqing.
But how could a woman who plays mahjong all day possibly be a match for a chef who spends all day cooking?
He Daqing gave her an impatient shove, and the widow staggered back a few steps.
"Don't slap me so easily. If there's a next time, I'll let you taste what it's like to get slapped too." He Daqing's tone was impatient.
"Fine, fine, He Daqing, you want to rebel, don't you?"
The widow had never suffered such humiliation at He Daqing's hands before, and she charged at him with a howling voice.
A crisp "snap!" sounded.
The courtyard suddenly fell silent.
The white widow covered her left cheek in disbelief, completely dumbfounded.
Did He Daqing really slap himself in the face?
This is outrageous!
He Daqing has truly rebelled!
"Aaaaaah! He Daqing, don't think I don't know what you're up to!" Widow Bai shouted through gritted teeth. "Do you think you can get rid of me by slapping me a few times so you can go back to Beijing to find your brothers and children?"
"Let me tell you, don't even think about it! If you dare abandon me and our son, I'll ruin your reputation and make you eat peanuts in jail!"
"You went through my things?" He Daqing's face darkened, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.
The widow was right; He Daqing did indeed have thoughts of returning to Beijing.
All of this stemmed from a letter He Yushui had mailed earlier, in which he said he had found someone who looked exactly like him, who was probably his half-brother and was currently driving a rickshaw in Beijing.
This gave He Daqing the idea of returning to Beijing to reunite with his relatives.
After all, he is her half-brother, and she should meet him both out of courtesy and reason.
Moreover, he also has his own big, fat grandson in Beijing.
It would be a lie to say I don't want to go back.
However, He Daqing and Widow Bai also had feelings for each other, and he understood that Widow Bai would not allow him to return to Beijing to reunite with his relatives, so he did not mention the matter in the letter.
Unexpectedly, Widow Bai had not only secretly read the letter He Yushui sent, but also became convinced that he was determined to return to Beijing.
"Do you think the government office is run by your family? You think you can just make me eat peanuts whenever you want?" He Daqing's tone became even colder.
"I'll accuse you of raping me, and see if they shoot you dead!" the white widow roared somewhat maniacally.
"Pah! You were the one who seduced me first!" He Daqing retorted.
"Hahahaha!" The White Widow laughed, raising her hand to the sky. "That's right, I seduced you, but so what?"
"Just because I agreed at the beginning doesn't mean I'll agree later. My first agreement doesn't mean I'll agree a second time!"
"He Daqing, I advise you to give up on the idea of going back to Beijing. As long as you settle down and live a peaceful life with me, I'll give you a big, healthy son next year! How about that? Isn't that good enough for you?"
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