Su Qiao stood there arrogantly with her hands on her hips, chin raised. "Why can't I?"
"Wasn't this how he used to hit me?"
"Didn't you keep persuading me to put up with it and think more about my parents' health?"
"If I stay here, my parents can eat well and dress warmly, and we'll have money to treat their illnesses. Isn't that great?"
"You... you..." The old woman was so furious that she could barely catch her breath.
That was how she had coaxed, deceived, and threatened Su Qiao into accepting things before—but only because Su Qiao had once been easy to manipulate.
Now that she had turned into a lawless, fearless lunatic, who would still dare keep her here?
Looking at Su Qiao, who was acting like a shameless hoodlum, the old woman steeled herself. "I'll give you this house too! I'll give you everything, as long as you divorce Xiao Yuan. Will that do?"
Su Qiao shook her leg like a little tyrant. "I don't want it!"
"Even if you don't give me the house, I can still live here. Whether you give it to me or not makes no difference."
"Also, I'm hungry. Hurry up and cook."
With that, Su Qiao swaggered back to her room.
After she left, the old woman hurried over to help her son up. "Xiao Yuan, how are you? Where are you hurt? Let Mom take a look."
"Cough, cough... I'm fine." Wen Congyuan covered his chest and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"And you still say you're fine? She even made you bleed from the mouth."
Seeing her son beaten so badly, the old woman's heart ached terribly, and her hatred for Su Qiao grew even stronger.
"Xiao Yuan, what are we going to do? It