Demon Chief: Haunting the Scapegoose Bride

Chapter 73 The poor woman who was spurned

Struggling with all her might, Huang Qiao was of no avail. Under him, she still had no power to restrain the chicken...

She sighed deeply, no longer struggling, lying in the car no longer resisting...

"Why, give up?" Xiang Zichen raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Huang Qiao proudly.

Huang Qiao turned her head away, not wanting to see his evil face again. Seeing her reaction, Xiang Zichen suddenly let go of her hand: "It's boring, I still like to be more tempered."

Huang Qiao got up and straightened her dress, and stared fiercely at Xiang Zichen...

The two people in the car were not talking, but kept extremely silent.

next morning

Huang Qiao got up at six o'clock on time. Just as she was about to cook, she saw Mother Xiang sitting in the living room with a newspaper in her hand, waiting for her.

"Mom, good morning." Although she didn't like Xiang Zichen's mother, she still didn't forget the basic etiquette.

"Look at the good deeds you have done." With a gloomy face, Mother Xiang threw the newspaper on the ground...

She squatted down and carefully picked up the newspaper and opened it, feeling ashamed and indignant...

The headline was the scene where the two were passionate in the car yesterday. Although the face was not very clear, it was still possible to tell it was her.

In a white dress, the shoulder straps slipped down, and Xiang Zichen's hands were tightly clutching her breasts, in an extremely ambiguous posture.

"What's going on here? Isn't embarrassment enough? It's all right now, it's on the headlines, are you satisfied?" The old lady's voice was cold, and Huang Qiao knew that she would inevitably be blamed again.

"Mom, this... I didn't expect a reporter to secretly take pictures." Huang Qiao didn't know how to explain it for a while.

"I didn't expect that? You can even snatch a woman from your sister's man, what else can't you do?" The old witch began to speak harshly.

Huang Qiao remained silent. Indeed, what she said was the truth.

"Bitch, you have completely disgraced the Xiang family." The old witch cursed fiercely.

Huang Qiao pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Then your son used to have side stories with those female stars that often appeared in newspapers?"

"What did you say?" the old witch raised her voice and questioned.

"I said, didn't your son often appear in newspapers before he got married? Anyway, it's not the first time." Huang Qiao couldn't help but express the grievance in her heart.

"You dare to refute my words, how brave you are, Michelle, come that cane." The old witch obviously found a reason to punish her.

Huang Qiao sneered: "It seems that your son is right. What else do you do besides these childish tricks?"

The old witch's face turned livid with anger, "Michelle, lock her into the barn, don't let her out before dark, don't give her food and water, let her face the wall and think about it."

"Yes." The housekeeper walked over with a blank expression: "Please, young lady."

Huang Qiao threw the newspaper on the ground, raised her head and followed the housekeeper...

"This woman is really disgusting." The old witch cursed in a low voice.

"Why, Mom, she made you angry again." Xiang Zichen walked down the stairs and said with a smile.

"It's not you, it really disgusts me to marry such a bitch." The old witch complained to her son dissatisfied.

"Mom, isn't it your pleasure to torture her? You should be happy." Xiang Zichen walked to the dining table, picked up the milk and began to drink slowly.

"Zichen, invite Yuting to dinner when you have time, I want to meet her." The old witch pushed the wheelchair and left.

Xiang Zichen shook his head with a smile, expressing that he didn't understand his mother's thoughts, how could there be gusts of wind and rain...

Picking up the bread on the table, he thought for a moment, then walked to the barn, and through the small window on the door, he wrapped the bread in oil-absorbing paper and threw it in: "Eat some, it's a rough day."

"Don't worry about it." Huang Qiao knew he was outside the door.

"Tch, you think I'm helping you. You can only slowly accept my torture when you're full." After speaking, Xiang Zichen turned and left.

Huang Qiao took advantage of the dim light to pick up the bread he threw in, and ate it without taste...

Hell—has it just begun?

Why can't she see hope at all?