"I told you not to lie! I told you not to lie!" Cen Juan raised the cane as if to vent her anger, and whipped Qiao Jiabao's tender and thin back left and right!
In an instant, red scratches appeared on Qiao Jiabao's back, and the skin was torn and bleeding next to it. The scratches were like little red snakes, circling on Qiao Jiabao's back.
Sharp screams echoed throughout the hall on the first floor.
"Ah, I didn't lie, I didn't..." Qiao Jiabao shouted loudly, feeling wronged and venting the pain in his body.
At this point, Qiao Jiabao could no longer pretend. He could no longer bear his hatred for Cen Juan.
"Bad woman! I hate you so much!" Qiao Jiabao gritted his teeth and roared with a red face.
This one sentence made Cen Juan even angrier. She gathered all her strength, concentrated it on the cane, gritted her teeth and whipped Qiao Jiabao on the back!
"Beat me to death! Beat me to death! I don't want to be your son in this life, nor in the next life!" Qiao Jiabao finally shouted out what was in his heart. At this moment, he only felt extremely refreshed!
Cen Juan was so angry that she was shaking all over and beating Qiao Jiabao like crazy.
There were screams in the hall and the servants were huddled together in fear.
But Qiao Jiabao didn't even beg for mercy, nor did he say a word of comfort, until Cen Juan got tired and annoyed with beating him, and then she finally stopped.
"Are you convinced? Huh? Do you admit your mistake or not?!" Cen Juan asked breathlessly.
But Qiao Jiabao lay on the table motionless, with blood oozing from the wound on his back and dripping onto the ground.
"Speak! Stop pretending to be dead!" Cen Juan growled viciously, grabbed Qiao Jiabao and started shaking him hard, but Qiao Jiabao looked like he was dead, his whole body limp and without any strength, and he let Cen Juan shake him.
Cen Juan was stunned for a moment, then continued to sneer and sarcastically said, "Don't pretend. Don't think I don't know your little tricks. You want to play dead, pretend to faint, to win my sympathy!"
With a slap, Cen Juan gave Qiao Jiabao a loud slap in the face without saying a word, trying to wake him up.
But Qiao Jiabao still didn't move, and Cen Juan finally panicked.
"Wake up, wake up, stop scaring me!" Cen Juan gently patted Qiao Jiabao's face, with a hint of negotiation and flattery in her tone, but Qiao Jiabao's eyes were still tightly closed, and his lips were pale without a trace of blood.
Cen Juan finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and hugged Qiao Jiabao in her arms, and began to regret: "Jiabao, are you okay? Wake up, Mom didn't mean it, Mom was just angry..."
No matter how Cen Juan shouted, Qiao Jiabao remained unconscious, and Cen Juan cried in panic.
"Jiabao, wake up. Mom was wrong. Mom is sorry for you..." Cen Juan kissed Qiao Jiabao on the cheek left and right, hoping to wake him up, but Qiao Jiabao didn't respond at all.
"Jiabao, wake up, wake up..." Cen Juan was crying and shaking Qiao Jiabao.
At this time, one of the servants who were watching on the side finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward cautiously to remind Cen Juan: "Madam, the young master really fainted. Why don't we rush to the hospital?"
Cen Juan finally reacted and hurriedly got up with Qiao Jiabao in her arms, ready to go to the hospital. However, after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and stood still, her eyes rolling around, as if she had remembered something important.
"No, I can't take him to the hospital now. If I go to the hospital, won't they accuse me of child abuse? What if Jiang Ranran and the others take my child away again?" Cen Juan said nervously with her eyes wide open.
Now, it doesn’t matter to her whether the child is dead or alive. What matters is that the child must belong to her!
Even if she dies, the child must die by her side!
Thinking of this, Cen Juan hugged Qiao Jiabao and walked back.
"We can't go to the hospital. We have to find a private doctor now and have him treat Jiabao!" Cen Juan hardened her heart and said with determination.
When the servant heard this, she was immediately in a dilemma. "Madam, the young master's injuries look a bit serious. Can we not go to the hospital?"
But Cen Juan glared at the servant fiercely and ordered her, "Just do as I say! Go now!"
The servant did not dare to go against Cen Juan's wishes and had to make arrangements immediately.
Cen Juan was sitting in the hall holding Qiao Jiabao and waiting. Qiao Jiabao's blood had dyed Cen Juan's clothes red. Cen Juan raised her hand, looked at the blood on her hand and Qiao Jiabao's pale little face, and a trace of indifference appeared in her eyes.
She raised her hand and gently checked Qiao Jiabao's breath. Fortunately, he was still breathing.
So, she acted as if nothing had happened and let Qiao Jiabao bleed there waiting for the doctor to treat him.
When the doctor arrived, Qiao Jiabao was already dying. The doctor hurriedly took out tools to stop the bleeding. The scene was suddenly in a mess: "Madam, the child's injuries are too serious. I can only stop the bleeding temporarily. We still have to send him to the hospital for emergency treatment, otherwise the child's life is in danger."
The doctor's words angered Cen Juan again. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she yelled, "You don't need to take care of my child!"
Upon hearing this, the doctor didn't dare to say anything more and started to stop Qiao Jiabao's bleeding. After everything was over, the doctor took the payment handed over by the servant and left. However, he really couldn't bear to see the child suffer like this, so he called the police as soon as he left the house.
When the police broke in, Cen Juan was still holding Qiao Jiabao and refused to let go.
"The child is dying, let go, we're sending him to the hospital!" The police's words woke Cen Juan up.
Cen Juan watched with blank eyes as the police took Qiao Jiabao away and sent him to the hospital. Cen Juan had no choice but to follow closely behind.
After arriving at the hospital, Qiao Jiabao was rushed for surgery and sutures. Cen Juan and the police were waiting at the door of the operating room.
"Why was the child injured so badly? Did you beat him?" The police had heard of Cen Juan, but they just didn't have clear evidence to arrest her.
Cen Juan shook her head, her face determined: "I didn't, I didn't..."
"Then where did he get those injuries?" the policeman frowned and continued to ask.
But at this moment, the lights in the operating room went out, and the doctor and nurse pushed Qiao Jiabao out. At this moment, Qiao Jiabao had woken up.
As soon as he saw Cen Juan, deep hatred immediately appeared in his eyes.
Upon seeing this, the police immediately stepped forward and asked, "Little boy, how did you get those injuries?"
Qiao Jiabao told the police almost without hesitation: "It was Cen Juan who beat me. She abused me. My biological mother abused me."
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