Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 217 Fear of others’ words is terrifying

"Song Chunsheng, let go quickly!"

Song Yueliang changed her face and shouted fiercely, suddenly remembering that the woman's hand had been broken by someone.

The so-called interruption, she only heard that the woman refused to see her in prison during those years, and she didn't know the specific situation at all.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid it was much more serious than she imagined.

Several clips flashed through my mind. When drinking tea, a woman holds a cup with her left hand, when eating, she uses chopsticks with her left hand, and when carrying things, she also uses her left hand.

Because they didn't meet many times and the woman acted too naturally, she didn't even notice that the woman's right hand was almost always in an auxiliary position.

Even after being shouted at twice, Song Chunsheng noticed something strange about Li Qiang, and hurriedly relaxed his strength, not even caring about being called by his name, "A Qiang, how are you? Do you feel pain? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were injured.

It’s the right hand…”

He really didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have held her so hard in anger.

"You know now, let go!" The little kid was still hitting and hitting the man's calf, trying to push the man away.

After finding that it didn't work at all, Qiqi raised her eyebrows and bit the man's leg hard, "Why are you bullying my grandma? You scratched her twice!"

After biting the man's leg, the baby didn't forget to complain, and his voice was muffled.

"Hiss! Let go!" Song Chunsheng was in pain and bent his legs to shake the baby off his legs.

"Qiqi!" Li Qiang and Song Yueliang both screamed and rushed over.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

"What are you doing?" A man's deep and deep voice sounded nearby.

Before Song Chunsheng could recover, a jet of water poured down his face, chilling him to his core.

By the time he could clearly see the scene in front of him, Song Yueliang, Li Qiang, and Xiao Wa'er had already retreated away. Not a drop of water touched him. He was the only one who was soaked, and his expensive suit kept dripping.

The water is extremely miserable.

Opposite him was Tang Zheng, who was wearing a dusty gardener's uniform, water boots, and a hose in his hand.

"You're dousing me?!" Song Chunsheng gritted his teeth and stared at Tang Zheng, speaking every word.

Tang Zheng put the water pipe back under the Lingxiao flower wall and said calmly, "The water pipe is leaking."

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, even Song Yueliang wouldn't have believed that Tang Zhu, who had always been taciturn and calm, would come up with such an excuse to fend off a fool.

After putting the water pipe in place, the tall man turned around, took off the white gloves he used for work, and said, "The weather is cold. Mr. Song should go back and take a shower and change clothes first to avoid catching a cold and cool down his mind."

The seventy-seven and three people entered the twig-wrapped iron gate at the man's signal. When a roar came from behind, they had already entered the villa and the iron gate was closed.

Qiqi rubbed her sore chin, then looked at Li Qiang, "Grandma, does your hand still hurt?"

Li Qiang paused and pulled down her right sleeve, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The little kid seemed convinced by her words and didn't ask any more questions, but the little mouth didn't quiet down. "Uncle Tang, is the water pipe really leaking?"

The man walked beside them and said, "Yeah."

"No, I clearly saw the water from the water pipe spurting out after Uncle Tang pulled us apart, and it was still spraying towards Grandpa Song!"

"..." The adults were all silent.

Looking at her daughter who was full of curiosity and confusion, Song Yueliang felt absurd worries in her heart.

My daughter used to be a blank sheet of paper with an innocent and kind temperament, but they, the adults, are paintbrushes with different colors.

Under the influence of what you hear and see, what will your daughter become in the future?

Returning to the Dongyuan Teahouse, Song Yueliang temporarily put his daughter aside, and when she was alone with Li Qiang, he opened her right sleeve without saying a word.

"What are you doing?!" Li Qiang was startled and immediately wanted to take her hand back.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late, Song Yueliang saw it.

There are several overlapping long and narrow scars on the woman's fair and thin wrist.

"What is this?" Song Yueliang raised his eyes, Bo Liang's eyes were cold.

Li Qiang pulled down her sleeves and covered her wrist again, "Didn't you see the scar?"

"Did someone else cut it or did you cut it yourself?"

"Others cut it, and the hand tendon was broken." Li Qiang lowered her eyes, took out the silver charcoal from the iron box under the coffee table, threw it into the red clay stove, lit a fire to make tea, and moved skillfully, "Mr. Tang helped me in time and found a doctor to treat me.

My hand is injured and my tendons are injured. I’m not disabled, but I can’t lift heavy things.”

Song Yueliang sat down opposite her, his eyes falling on her right hand holding the tweezers, "You didn't reveal a word to me."

"I don't need your sympathy. I told Mr. Tang not to say anything. You can see now that I have the ability to support myself and you don't need to worry about it. You don't need to worry about life, death or burial. You just need to take care of yourself."

"You really don't want to get involved with me? If you really hate me so much, why did you give birth to me in the first place?" Song Yueliang pursed her lips and finally asked coldly.

She still couldn't figure out why the woman treated her like this.

He has been like this since he was a child, extremely indifferent to her.

Li Qiang's eyelashes trembled, she steadied her trembling hands, and her tone became even colder, "You were young and ignorant back then, Song Yueliang, just pretend you don't have me as your mother."

Song Yueliang said no more, stood up and left the tea room without looking back.

She was afraid that if she continued to stay there, she would have a big fight with the woman.

The depression and haze in her heart made her breathless.

Outside the low window lattice of the teahouse, Qiqi was squatting there arranging the canna bushes and accidentally heard the conversation inside clearly.

She turned her head and looked at Uncle Tang, who was being pulled by her to take care of the cannas. There was sadness and confusion in her eyes, "Uncle Tang, why did grandma say those things to mom?"

Mom must be very sad.

She wanted to catch up and give her mother a hug, but Qiqi knew she couldn't go.

Mom definitely doesn't want to see her sad.

She also wants to stay, complete the tasks assigned to her by her father, and help her mother reconcile with her grandmother.

This task is very important.

Dad said that if she does a good job, mother will be really happy, and so will grandma.

Tang Zheng was taciturn, and led the little boy with a wilting head and drooping brain away from the teahouse window.

When he was far away, he said, "She doesn't want to drag your mother down."

After receiving the answer, Qiqi's little head immediately raised, but the confusion in his eyes became more intense, "How can it be a drag?"

"Maybe she feels that your mother will be ridiculed less if she stays away or breaks off the relationship."

"Why? Don't grandma know that a baby is more pitiful without a mother?"

"She is afraid of what others say."

When men talk, they always use "she" instead of addressing them.

Qiqi's mind was filled with drag, ridicule, and fearful words, and she felt like her little brain was about to turn into mush.

"Uncle Tang, I think it's wrong for grandma to think like that." But Qiqi couldn't tell what was wrong.

The man hummed and said nothing more.

During this period, there will be double updates every day for the time being. There will be a burst of updates at the end of the month. Big Orange will save the manuscript.

(End of chapter)