Su Qiao: "..." Beat and scold a five-year-old child? Was she really that awful?
And calling him a kitten or puppy—just how much did they despise him?
From the sound of it, was she also a stepmother?
Moreover, this stepmother of hers seemed to hold quite a high position in the household.
Strange.
The more Qi Jing listened, the colder his expression became. "Father..."
"Shut up!"
The old man was so angry he looked ready to climb out of bed and hit him. Even his bloodless face had flushed slightly.
"Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog. From now on, listen properly to your Husband Master. Otherwise, even if your father dies, I'll crawl out of the ground and give you a good beating."
Seeing him grow more and more agitated, until he was gaping for breath, Su Qiao hurried to the bedside and awkwardly urged him, "Ahem, your illness is rather serious. You should stop talking."
"Da Qiao...?" The old man gazed at her in confusion.
Su Qiao rubbed her nose. "Well, I won't make things difficult for them."
The old man did not know whether she was telling the truth, but in over two years, this was the first time she had spoken so calmly. He decided to take it as a promise.
In any case, whether he believed her or not, once he closed his eyes and stretched out his legs, he would not be able to concern himself with it anymore.
Sigh.
"Da Qiao... cough, cough... Da Qiao really is kind-hearted. I... cough, cough... I wasn't wrong about you."
The old man's coughing grew worse, but he still could not bear to stop speaking. He was afraid that if he did not say it now, he would never have another chance.