Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 4 Hypocrisy 1
Ears buzzing, Qian Shangxian got up from the ground and saw a woman who was as fat as a pig, with thick powder accumulated on her face, which could almost paste a wall.

"Mother." Qian Shangxian gritted her teeth and called out reluctantly.

Yang Yuehong looked at Qian Shangxian fiercely, and slapped again, but this time Qian Shangxian caught her.

"You...do you want to rebel?!" Yang Yuehong's eyes widened, and she spat on Qian Shangxian's face with a mouthful of oily saliva, "Little bastard, evil animal, monster, if it weren't for your death For the sake of the bitch, I have already sold you to Zhirou! I have raised you, fed you and clothed you, you don’t know how to repay you, is this trying to rebel?!”

Hearing the yelling, Qian Mingyu came out of the room, and seeing Qian Shangxian holding Yang Yuehong's hand, she rushed up and pushed Qian Shangxian away forcefully.

"Let go of my mother, you bastard!"

Qian Shangxian was pushed staggeringly and bumped into the wall, his back hit hard, the shock was so great that even his internal organs trembled.

Standing up, Qian Shangxian snorted coldly: "I'm mean? Okay, then I'll have a good fight with you. I don't know who was begging my mother to marry my father back then. If it wasn't My mother's kind heart fell for you, she wouldn't get seriously ill and be abandoned by her husband and then die on the rocky slope!"

"You..." Yang Yuehong flushed with anger, pointed at Qian Shangxian with trembling fingers, nodded, and then laughed, "Yeah, I'm cheap, but it's better than your mother who didn't see herself until she died." I don't know how many times your husband's poor bastard is stronger! It's your mother who doesn't have the ability to hold her own man, no wonder me!"

Qian Shangxian gritted her teeth and was so angry that when she thought of the poor woman holding her hand and wanting to cry without tears when she was dying, she wished she could kill the fat and fleshy Yang Yuehong in front of her with one bite.

Qian Mingyu looked at Qian Shangxian, stretched out his hand and pushed her violently, and said with a smile, "What? Not convinced? Let me tell you, if my mother hadn't looked at you and given you food and clothing, you would have starved to death, you know? To be a man, you must repay your kindness! Why are you still standing? Hurry up and make oil cakes, do you still want me and my mother to touch those oily and disgusting things? Do you want to eat dinner today?"

Qian Shangxian rubbed his lower back, picked up the cloth bag on the ground and walked into the house: "I'm tired today, I'll do it later."

Qian Mingyu immediately stopped her way: "Tired why are you tired? I think you are itchy, you are so tired! Just wait and see, wait for Daddy to come back, see if I don't tell Daddy that you are lazy!"

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a lean, middle-aged man walked in, carrying a heavy and oily burden on his shoulders.

The middle-aged man sighed and said as he walked, "Oh, today's business is also very poor. If this continues, how will we support our family?"

Putting down the pole, he looked up, and the situation in front of him made him stunned for a moment: "Hey, why are you standing there? What's the matter?"

Qianrong, the head of the family.

According to the figures of Qian Mingyu and Yang Yuehong, no matter what I think this family should be quite rich, but looking at Qianrong again, he is very thin, his eyes are dull, the white eyeballs are covered with bloodshot eyes, and his back is slightly arched. Obviously caused by overwork.

(End of this chapter)