Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
In that instant, many thoughts flashed through Fang Qiao's mind.
In despair, she thought, "Why does God torment me like this? If He had to make me lose everything, why give me this chance to be reborn? Why give me hope only to dash it?"
Her eyelids trembled slightly, and glistening tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Just then, a whooshing sound came from afar, and something shot through the air at an extremely fast speed invisible to the naked eye, accurately hitting Cheng Yajun's leg where he had committed the crime.
"Aww—"
Cheng Yajun screamed and lost his balance, falling to the ground in a twisted posture.
The expected pain didn't come; instead, the assailant fell flat on his face. Fang Qiao was overjoyed and quickly pulled Tian Tian back to a safe place.
The old lady also stood tightly in front of Fang Qiao.
Cheng Yajun, enduring the excruciating pain in his ankle, struggled to his feet. He angrily surveyed his surroundings, his fierce eyes seemingly spitting fire: "Who?"
"Who the hell is stabbing me in the back? Show yourself if you dare!"
The people around looked at each other in bewilderment and then retreated.
Just then, a deep male voice came from the periphery of the crowd.
"I!"
Although the newcomer only uttered a single word, it was sharp and piercing, bursting in like a thunderclap and making everyone present's voices buzz!
This is by no means an exaggerated or nonsensical statement. Rather, it is because Cheng Bodong has experienced two lifetimes. Although he did not bring spiritual power with him, his mental strength is extraordinary. If he wants, his voice can forcefully penetrate anyone's mental sea and directly communicate with their soul!
The crowd instinctively made way for Cheng Baidong.
Without the crowd obscuring his view, Cheng Yajun immediately saw the culprit who had caused him to fall.
Cheng, Cheng Baidong?
Wasn't he dead?
Cheng Yajun panicked instantly, his lips trembling involuntarily.
"You...you..." he stammered at first, then roared, "Are you a human or a ghost?!"
His fierce and arrogant expression was still on his face, making him look like a comical clown.
Cheng Baidong ignored him. With so many people watching and a jeep blocking the alley entrance, he couldn't escape.
So Cheng Baidong immediately looked at the girl he had been longing for.
His wife...
When he left, his belly was flat, but when he returned, it was swollen and protruding, and their daughter was inside.
"Xiao Qiao, I'm back."
He walked step by step toward Fang Qiao.
Fang Qiao felt like she was dreaming; otherwise, how could she have seen Cheng Baidong come back alive?
She opened her eyes wide, trying to see clearly, but her vision became increasingly blurry.
Is that you?
"It's me."
The tall man walked up to her and gently embraced her.
"Is it really you?" Fang Qiao asked uncertainly.
"It really is me."
A warm, large hand covered the back of her head, bringing waves of warmth. Fang Qiao felt the man's soft lips pressed against her forehead.
"Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry I'm late."
The familiar voice echoed in her ears, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Fang Qiao pounded on Cheng Baidong's chest and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
"You...why did it take you so long to get back!"
"My daughter and I were bullied to death by them!"
"It's my fault." A look of emotion appeared on Cheng Bodong's resolute face as he spoke firmly, "I will never allow anyone to bully you again!"
After a brief embrace, Cheng Baidong gently released Fang Qiao, turned to face Wang Chunhua, then bent his knees, knelt in front of the old lady, and kowtowed to her.
"Grandma, your grandson is unfilial and has caused you worry."
The old lady quickly helped Cheng Baidong up, tears streaming down her deeply lined and wrinkled face as she murmured, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back, Grandma can rest easy now that you're back."
She was old, and her daughter was afraid she wouldn't be able to bear the grief of outliving her child, so she hadn't dared to tell her the news. If it weren't for Aunt Cheng's son running to Qiaozhuang tonight to seek her help, she didn't know how much longer she would have been kept in the dark.
Ever since her eldest son married Huang Yan against her wishes, the mother and son have become estranged. They used to have some sense of propriety, but now, for the sake of material possessions, he has become so heartless that he no longer listens to her. She almost thought she couldn't protect her granddaughter-in-law and the child in her womb.
Thank goodness... my grandson is back, alive and well!
The old lady wiped away her tears and asked with concern, "Dong, it's getting dark. Are you hungry? Grandma will make you a bowl of noodles."
Cheng Baidong waved his hand: "Grandma, you don't need to bother, I'm not hungry."
"The southwest is so far away. How could you not be hungry after rushing all the way back?" The old lady's rambling was full of concern.
"I came by plane and had my airplane meal at four o'clock, so I'm not hungry now."
"You're really not hungry? Well, never mind then."
The old lady lowered her eyes and sighed softly.
She wasn't worried about her grandson going hungry; she was thinking that even if he was lucky enough to survive falling from such a high ice cliff, how could he possibly be completely unharmed?
She feared that her grandson was only putting on a brave face to support his wife and children and avoid showing weakness, so she wanted to use the excuse of dinner to send the child home to rest first.
Since the child is alright, let's just let it go.
Cheng Baidong suddenly understood the meaning behind the old lady's repeated words. He put his arm around her shoulder and assured her, "Don't worry, I'm really fine. I was lucky to fall into a snowdrift and wasn't hurt."
Of course, we don't need to mention things like kowtowing.
Since he was reborn and woke up, the fatal wound on his head has disappeared.
"Are you cold? Why don't you and Qiaoqiao go home and warm up first, so I can take care of things here?"
The old lady waved her hand: "No need, your grandma is almost at the end of her life, I've seen all kinds of dirty and smelly things, this little show won't scare me."
Cheng Baidong looked at Fang Qiao.
“I’m not leaving either.” Fang Qiao shook her head, her cold gaze filled with hatred: “They almost drove me and my child to our deaths. I want to see these people get their comeuppance.”
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