Su Qiao arrogantly put his hands on his hips and raised his chin. "Why can't I?"
"Isn't this how he beat me before?"
"Aren't you still trying to persuade me to be patient and think more about my parents' health?"
"If I stay here now, I can provide my parents with good food and clothing, and money for medical treatment. How great!"
"You... you..." The old lady gasped in anger.
In the past, she used to coax, lie, and persuade her with threats, but that was because she used to have a good temper.
Now that she has become such a lawless and crazy person who is not afraid of anything, who dares to leave her here?
Seeing Su Qiao acting like a naughty scoundrel, the old lady said cruelly, "I'll give you this house too! I'll give it all to you. I just ask you to divorce Xiao Yuan. That'll be all right!"
Su Qiao shook his legs like a little bully. "I don't want it!"
"Anyway, I can live in this house even if you don't give it to me. It doesn't make any difference whether you give it to me or not."
"Also, I'm hungry. Let's go cook."
After saying that, Su Qiao returned to his house very arrogantly.
After she left, the old lady hurriedly went to help her son. "Xiao Yuan, how are you? You're injured somewhere. Let mom take a look."
"Ahem... I'm fine." Wen Congyuan covered his chest and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"He said he was fine, even his mouth was bleeding."
Seeing her son being beaten like this, the old lady felt extremely distressed and hated Su Qiao even more.
"Xiao Yuan, what should we do? It seems that Plague God really can't be given away."
And even the poison can't kill her.
Why is she so lucky?
I actually ate 2 bowls of mung bean soup outside before coming back.
On the contrary, it was herself who almost lost her life this time.
The old lady hated Underground Passage: "If I had known she was such a person, of course I shouldn't have married her."
Now I really answer the saying, 'It's easy to invite God, but it's hard to send Him away'!
How did the girl who was so quiet and kind at the beginning turn into such a ghost?
"Xiao Yuan, how can your body endure being beaten every three days? We have to find a way to get her away!"
Of course Wen Congyuan also knows that such a life cannot go on.
But he's in no hurry.
There will always be a day when this woman will kneel in front of him and beg him.
"Go and cook for her!"
"Okay, Mom is going to cook first to prevent her from getting mad again. Mom will make some porridge for you by the way."
The old lady frowned tightly and went to the kitchen with a heavy heart.
*
Next, after three or four quiet days, Su Qiao also stopped for a few days, focusing on studying Su Qiao's Father's condition and helping Su Qiao's Father find a matching kidney source.
Meanwhile, she was waiting.
Waiting for Wen Congyuan to take action.
At noon that day, Wen Congyuan unexpectedly went home for lunch. It was said that he came back to get some information.
When I came back, I brought a blueberry-flavored cake to Su Qiao, acting like a good husband.
Before leaving, he transferred another 5,000 yuan to her on WeChat and asked her to buy some clothes and shoes.
Su Qiao was surprised.
What are you planning to do again?
"So good?"
"Why am I a little panicked?"
Wen Congyuan sighed helplessly, "Xiao Qiao, we have known each other for more than a year. You should know very well how I treated you before."
"After getting married, due to injuries and work pressure, I have been really depressed, and sometimes I can't help but lose control of my temper."
"But don't worry, I promise I will never lose my temper with you again, let alone do anything to you again."
Su Qiao sneered, his eyes full of ridicule.