Chapter 106: Luo Yiping returns with a fractured hip

"Ah, help."

Zhao Jiayun cried out in pain, but before she could turn around, she was slapped on the face. When she saw the person out of the corner of her eye, she dared not say a word and behaved like a little quail.

Her face was burning with pain and her ears were buzzing, but all the pain was nothing compared to Zhao Jiayun's shock.

She looked at the man in front of her, her eyes widened with guilt, and she looked unbelievable, "Why are you back?"

How come Luo Yiping came back suddenly? This is impossible. Isn't he in jail?

Could it be that...he escaped from prison?

When Zhao Jiayun thought of this, his whole body trembled, and the box in his hand fell to the ground.

Luo Yiping had an unshaved black beard, and his clothes smelled sour. More importantly, the scars on his face were blue and purple, and it was obvious that he had been beaten in prison.

He grabbed Zhao Jiayun's braid and suddenly kicked open her suitcase. The clothes inside were piled on the ground in a mess. Luo Yiping asked grimly, "Where are you going?"

"I, I..." Zhao Jiayun's scalp was tingling. He stared at Luo Yiping's dark and twisted face and couldn't utter a word.

She trembled as she made up a lie, "Well, my neighbor's sister is also near Changxing Village. I brought some things to visit her."

"Visiting neighbors?" Luo Yiping pulled Zhao Jiayun's hair with even more force. Zhao Jiayun cried out in pain, but Luo Yiping became even happier.

"You bring so many clothes when you visit your neighbor? You want to beat my mom when you visit your neighbor? You want to divorce me when you visit your neighbor?"

Luo Yiping grabbed Zhao Jiayun and dragged her into the house, and then closed the door with a click.

Zhao Jiayun struggled to break free from Luo Yiping's hands, timidly hid in the corner, and forced a stiff smile, "What are you doing?"

Old Mrs. Luo was lying on the ground, her whole body was shivering, and her lips were frozen white. Luo Yiping quickly helped her up, "Mom, are you okay?"

"Son, my Yiping." Mrs. Luo was so excited that she shed tears and held Luo Yiping's hand tightly, refusing to let go. "Son, why are you back?"

"Have they found out the truth? You've been a well-behaved kid, so you definitely wouldn't do such a thing."

Old Mrs. Luo patted her chest and assured everyone that her son would never do anything illegal.

Luo Yiping nodded, trying to comfort his mother, "Yes, the police caught that man. I knew nothing about it. I was just helping to move the goods. They locked me up for a few days and then let me out."

Having said this, Luo Yiping swallowed the rest of the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Yes, he wouldn't have to go to jail, but he had to hand over the money he earned truthfully.

On the way back, he carefully calculated the money and estimated that he had earned about four or five hundred yuan. After deducting the three or four hundred yuan at home, where would he get the remaining one hundred yuan?

All of it was spent at home. His mother's clothes, the meat at home, and the meat buns he ate from time to time, all came from money.

However, the most urgent thing was to help his mother in. Luo Yiping supported his mother, and the two walked into the house. When her son came out and stood in front of her in good health, Mrs. Luo felt relieved.

I asked distressedly, "Son, what's wrong with the wound on your face? Did I hit you?"

Luo Yiping didn't say anything, and quickly changed the subject to his mother, "Mom, is your waist okay? How about we go to the village doctor to see a doctor?"

Mrs. Luo then remembered to complain, limping along, tears streaming down her cheeks before she could say a word, "Son, your wife is running away, saying you'll definitely be in jail, and she wants to divorce you."

"I stopped her, and she pushed me to the ground. If you hadn't come back, I would have died at home and no one would have known."

Thinking of the frustrating things that happened in the past few days, Old Mrs. Luo suddenly burst into tears. Luo Yiping, with red eyes, helped his mother in, covered her with a quilt, and came out slowly.

At this time, Zhao Jiayun was grabbing at the door and trying to run out, but Luo Yiping had locked the door in advance. Seeing him come out, Zhao Jiayun felt something was wrong.

He stepped forward and said, "Yiping, I didn't mean it. Mom scolded me many times before. She even told other people in the village in front of me that I was a hen that didn't lay eggs. I couldn't stand it, so I did it. Mom, are you okay? Let me go in and take a look."

Zhao Jiayun didn't want to stay with Luo Yiping. Not to mention that he had just hit Old Lady Luo, his condition as he had just been released from prison was very strange.

He looked a little crazy, and Zhao Jiayun didn't want to go forward.

But this was not something she could avoid for a while. Luo Yiping waved his hand with a cold expression, "Come here."

"Yiping, don't be like this - I'm scared." Zhao Jiayun walked forward slowly with tears in his eyes.

Before she could even open her mouth, she was slapped in the face. Luo Yiping grabbed Zhao Jiayun with one hand and pinched her chin, "Is my mother wrong? You've been married to me for such a long time, and we haven't even had sex. How can you have a child?"

"I've only been in prison for two days, and you want to pack up and divorce me?" Luo Yiping pinched Zhao Jiayun's face, looked around, and sneered: "How can you be so bold?"

"In our Luo family, you can come and go as you please?"

The man's hands were so strong that Zhao Jiayun felt like her jaw was about to be crushed. With tears in her eyes, she patted Luo Yiping's shoulders, trying to make him let go.

Luo Yiping pushed her away in disgust, "Go back and serve my mother."

Old Mrs. Luo was lying on the bed, groaning and crying, as if she would not live long. Zhao Jiayun came in and stood aside obediently, allowing Old Mrs. Luo to curse at her.

She remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard it, but in fact... tears were falling to the ground, and she felt a little regretful.

In order to snatch Chu Sangning's life's luck, he even sacrificed himself. Is it too late to regret now?

When Luo Yiping came in and saw Zhao Jiayun in mourning, he felt even more unlucky. He sat on the bench, touched the wound on his face, and said maliciously, "Boil an egg for me."

Things have come to this, and Luo Yiping no longer has the thought of going out to fool around. If he can't marry Chu Sangning, then he will stay with Zhao Jiayun.

Luo Yiping stared at Zhao Jiayun's slender waist and her fair and tender hands, with a look of desire. Now that his reputation was already ruined, he might as well destroy it all together.

Not only will he suffer a bad fate, but Zhao Jiayun, who gave him bad advice behind his back, will also have a bad fate.

Old Mrs. Luo was feeling uncomfortable in bed, so Luo Yiping simply asked someone to invite a village doctor. After examination, it was found that her hip seemed to be fractured and she would have to lie in bed for several months to recuperate.