Seeing Qiao Shiyao's gloomy expression gradually turning into anger, Qiao's father and mother winked at Qiao Zhixian who was screaming as she returned home.
But Qiao Zhixian didn't care about their expressions. Thousands of "ghosts" were already running through her mind, and she retreated repeatedly.
When Qiao Shiyao saw her like this, he remembered how she used to pretend to be sick and weak and get bullied, and it was me who was punished by my parents time and time again, and his anger rose even more.
He stepped forward quickly, raised his palm high and brought it down hard, hitting Qiao Zhixian so hard that not only did she stop screaming, but she also fell several meters away.
Qiao Zhixian, who had always been treated like an eyeball by her brother, covered her burning, red and swollen face, widened her eyes in disbelief and screamed, "You hit me? I'm your sister!"
"You're not my sister!"
Qiao Shiyao roared at the top of his lungs and smashed everything in the house.
Qiao Zhixian, who had just looked aggrieved, instantly lost all color on her face after seeing the photo left on the ground, and she understood everything.
Seeing that her son had destroyed the house with his own hands, Qiao's mother could no longer bear it and rushed over to beat me.
I was afraid that she would hit Jiang Xi, so I grabbed her wrist and pushed her backwards. She lost her balance and fell to the ground. The broken glass on the ground pierced her palm, and blood immediately gushed out and flowed all over the ground.
Mother Qiao looked up at me in disbelief, totally unable to believe that the daughter who had been the most filial to her would push her.
In the past, I was the only one in the family who would send her Band-Aids and medicine in time when I learned that she was injured or had a fever.
I remember one time when she was a child, she cut her hand while cooking. When she brought the dish to the table, her two beloved children and husband didn't notice it. Only I took the unwashed bowl from her hand to wash it and gave her a Band-Aid. From then on, the little me took on all the dishwashing chores at home.
Now, she fell to the ground, with more blood on her hands than that year, but her beloved children and husband were still completely unaware as before.
She was stunned for a moment, then looked at me with hope in her eyes.
But when he met my cold gaze, his spirits completely dimmed.
When Mr. Qiao saw his wife being pushed, he didn't go up to help her up. Instead, he walked up to me and acted like a parent.
"You rebellious daughter, you've made this house a mess. Are you satisfied now? If you are, get out and stop talking about taking back the house! Even if the money wasn't Lin Ting's, even if it was yours, it's only natural that you bought the house to honor your parents and brother!"
I rolled my eyes at him and uttered only two words, "Dream on!"
Suddenly, Father Qiao became angry.
Just as he was about to raise his hand with bloodshot eyes again, Jiang Xi, who was standing beside me, pointed her phone at his nose and warned him, "I've recorded what you said in the room about killing Chu Yuan just now. If you dare to touch her again, I'll make you all work sewing machines in prison at your old age!"
With just one sentence, the arrogant father of Qiao instantly became depressed.
He believes I can be resurrected, but that doesn't mean others can believe it.
He doesn't want to be locked up and die miserably when he gets old.
Of course, I also know that Jiang Xi was trying to scare him.
After all, I just heard them discussing me when the incident happened, so I didn't have time to record it.
I glanced at Qiao Shiyao, who was still smashing things crazily, then looked around at the people in the room with different expressions. I said slowly, "Since someone helped me destroy my house, you should move out as soon as possible!"
After saying that, I ignored my father Qiao who was leaning against the wall and walked past him, went to the inner room and took away my grandmother's portrait hanging on the wall.
When I went out, I saw Ji Xing and Ji Nannan huddled at the door, looking at the living room in horror.
When Ji Nannan saw me, she inexplicably gave me a sweet smile.
From the first sight, I couldn't hate this little girl at all.
Maybe it was because I suddenly appeared at the school gate and saved her last time, so she was particularly close to me.
"Sister Fairy, are you my aunt?"
I tried to force a smile at her with my stiff face.
Ji Xing, on the other hand, stared at me warily, shielding his sister behind him, and said disdainfully, "What kind of fairy is she? She's just a monster who doesn't even want her own son!"
I was too lazy to respond to him. I squatted down and looked carefully at the little girl's cute face like a porcelain doll, and I couldn't help but feel dazed again.
She looks so much like me!
Could it be that she is really my daughter?
That's why I accidentally attached myself to her.
Suddenly, I remembered the time when Zhou Bingchen broke into Ji Nannan's room at night and stared at Ji Nannan without blinking, and a guess came to my mind.
Could it be that Zhou Binchen knew me when I was a child?
He appeared in my life during the time when I lost my memory as a child?
There was a buzzing in my head, and a sudden and unprecedented picture popped up from my stuck brain.
A little boy covered in blood hugged me and cried heart-wrenchingly in the heavy rain!
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