The prostitute is poisonous: married to the disabled fourth prince after rebirth

Old Master Cheng pointed at Cheng Chong with trembling fingers, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You rebellious son, if you treat me like this, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning? I'm your own father."

Mr. Cheng couldn't stop coughing in anger. He was not in good health at first, but now that Mrs. Cheng was gone, he seemed to have received a huge blow, and he instantly aged a lot.

Although Mrs. Cheng was tortured when she was alive before, but Mr. Cheng enjoyed a good life and had a good life. He also resented that Mrs. Cheng always did something when she had nothing to do.

But now that she was really gone, Mr. Cheng couldn't help but feel sad.

After all, he has been with him all his life, and he always has feelings, but he didn't feel sad for too long, and he was so angry by Che Chong's words that he almost passed his breath when he couldn't breathe.

"Father, have you forgotten how you treated us back then? This is all your retribution. Even if I am struck by lightning, it doesn't matter. After all, you won't be able to see it that day."

Cheng Chong stood up, glanced at Mrs. Cheng's body in disgust, and a sneering smile appeared on his lips.

"She has claimed to be noble all her life, and it's fine if she dies now, so she can go over there and redeem her sins with my mother. Someone will bury the old lady generously, and put her grave under my mother's tombstone."

Cheng Chong explained that when Mrs. Cheng was alive, relying on her status as the eldest lady, she often suppressed and treated concubines and housekeepers harshly.

Cheng Chong's mother status was nothing more than a maidservant of the Cheng family. She was eaten to death by Mrs. Cheng. Since ancient times, the ones buried in the front are all the wives and the masters, and the ones in the back are either concubines or children.

Isn't the old lady noble, her tomb will be under his mother for generations.

The servants agreed and left with Mrs. Cheng's body. Cheng Chong looked at the quiet hall, and couldn't help but smirk when he saw Mr. Cheng's angry eyes.

"Father will get angry here if he has time, so he should go to work early. I forgot to tell you that the work can't be finished, but there is no food."

After Cheng Chong finished speaking, he left. Mr. Cheng looked at his back, rushed over angrily, and was about to subdue Cheng Chong, but he was old after all, and he was not Cheng Chong's opponent at all. Cheng Chong dodged to dodge, Mr. Cheng Unexpectedly, he would be like this, and rushed forward abruptly.

Cheng Chong raised his foot and hooked it slightly, and Mr. Cheng was tripped by him and fell to the ground.

"You rebellious son, you will be punished."

Cheng Chong squatted down and sneered.

"Father, you should take care of yourself. After all, your retribution is coming." Cheng Chong helped Old Master Cheng up, gently patted the dirt off his body, but what he said with a smile made Old Master Cheng fly into a rage.

"Father, you have the time to be angry, why don't you go wash some clothes."

After he finished speaking, he left. Mr. Cheng sat on the ground in despair. He used to be the teacher of the prince, so how come he has fallen to this point now.

His beloved son died unexpectedly, Mrs. Cheng was gone, and he was left alone. He suddenly felt like he couldn't see the future, and he sat there in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his back, and he turned his head to see a servant who was about to kick him a second time.

"Dog slave." Old Master Cheng yelled angrily, and the one who had been at Cheng Chong's place just now rushed out in an instant.

He scolded in a cold voice, but he didn't want to be kicked in the next second.

"Do you still think you are Mr. Cheng? You haven't woken up yet. Wake up. Cheng's mansion has changed a long time ago. Now it is the mansion of the young master. You should go to work quickly, then There is still a lot of work waiting for you.”

After the servant finished talking rudely, Mr. Cheng came to the yard where Mrs. Cheng was working. Mr. Cheng saw the pile of clothes and buckets in the yard, and suddenly understood Mrs. Cheng crying and saying that she wanted to die.

At that time, although he also felt that Mrs. Cheng deserved what she deserved, as long as he didn't do anything, but now that it fell on him, he realized how sad and desperate Mrs. Cheng was.

"You fucking go to work quickly, or don't blame me for being rude to you." The servant was arranged by Cheng Chong to come and watch Mr. Cheng work.

Master Cheng looked at the man angrily, and was whipped severely in the next second.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at?" The servant's face was ferocious and threatening, and the other side ripped off Mr. Cheng's clothes. The cold wind blew through the gap, and Mr. Cheng couldn't help shivering. work.

The ice-cold water was bone-chilling, when had he been so desolate, the heart's hatred for Cheng Chong had reached its peak.

But there was nothing he could do, now that he was in Cheng Chong's hands, in order to survive, he could only endure it.

But, sometimes, living is more painful than dying.

Although those servants were former servants of the Cheng family, when Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng were in charge, they didn't take them seriously, nor treated them kindly.

Now that the feng shui is turning, they will naturally not let the old man and his wife go through the process.

But Cheng Chong and his wife turned a blind eye to this, which made the servants more unscrupulous. Mrs. Cheng couldn't bear the heavy work and the oppression of the servants, and died of a sudden illness.

Seeing the other party's whip raised high, Old Master Cheng faltered in an instant.

"I'll do it, I'll do it now, don't hit me."

Old Master Cheng took the clothes from one side, no matter how cold the water was, he started washing them.

Seeing his appearance, the servants couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Look, see if he wants to be a dog or not, how arrogant he used to be, and how humble he is now."

The servants roared with laughter, and Mr. Cheng lowered his head, feeling very uncomfortable. He suddenly felt Mrs. Cheng's despair, and he was the last straw that broke Mrs. Cheng.

Seeing that Mr. Cheng didn't answer, the servants gradually felt that it was boring, and after they dispersed, they went to work separately.

After everyone left, Mr. Cheng looked at his red fingers from the cold, and kept breathing on the heat to try to warm them.

But in the cold weather, everything seemed like a drop in the bucket. Looking at the pile of clothes, he sighed helplessly, lowered his head and was busy.

Here, Mr. Cheng was busy, but maybe it was because of his poor health, or maybe he had received a big blow, so he fainted after not holding on for long.

Fortunately, someone found him and helped him into the room. It didn't take long for Mr. Cheng to wake up. He was very annoyed that someone woke him up. If he died too, he wouldn't have to live in such pain.

"Thank you."

Old Master Cheng thanked him numbly, but in exchange for the other party's sarcasm.