Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 315: Eighteen Bends on the Mountain Road (20)

Jiang Qiuchen withdrew her little hand in a panic, holding a handful of candies, looking a little at a loss.

Her frightened posture, like a frightened little rabbit, made Xing Qingbo's heart beat fast. He wished he could just jump over Dong Dajun and hug her in his arms.

"Yeah... I understand. Thank you, Uncle Bo."

Jiang Qiuchen kept her eyebrows lowered to avoid eye contact with Xing Qingbo. In the eyes of the other party, this was a sign of her shyness. In fact, she was just afraid that she could not control her disgusted look.

"Hey, we've bought the salt and the sugar, wife, let's go home."

Dong Dajun was already very happy that he could buy some candy today. He didn't expect that Uncle Bo, who usually knocked on their door, would be willing to give them another handful of candy. Dong Dajun was even happier.

Watching the two businesses, one big and one small, gradually walking towards the dark alley, Xing Qingbo picked up his bowl and chopsticks again, leaned against the door, and stared at Jiang Qiuchen's slender figure greedily like a poisonous snake.

No, he was really itching to do it, he had to find a way to take that person down.

Turning back to the inner room, looking at He Shanshan busy in front of the stove, Xing Qingbo frowned unconsciously, his eyes full of disgust towards her.

He Shanshan's figure was elongated by the dim light and reflected on the mottled wall, appearing particularly tough and weathered.

His face looked a little tired from years of hard work, traces of time were inadvertently revealed in the corners of his eyes, and his skin had lost its former luster, being stained with a faint layer of dullness by the years and wind and sun.

Her hands were rough but dexterous, and she was skillfully stir-frying the dishes in the wok. There was an unintentional sense of rhythm in her movements, which was the muscle memory formed after countless repetitive labor.

"The last dish is ready, sit down and eat."

He Shanshan deftly scooped the vegetables out of the pot, put them into a porcelain bowl, placed it on the table, wiped it casually on her apron, and hurriedly picked up her hungry son to feed him.

It was originally a simple sentence, but somehow it made Xing Qingbo unhappy.

He threw the dishes in his hands onto the table and spoke in a bad tone.

"I'm not eating anymore! I have no appetite after looking at your face!"

"They say you are a yellow-faced woman, a yellow-faced woman. I think your face is even yellower than the tangerines we eat during the Chinese New Year!"

He Shanshan was so frightened by this sudden change that she stood there in a daze, and her arms around the child were very stiff.

For fear of further angering Xing Qingbo, she did not dare to move easily. She just stood there stupidly, as if she was under a spell and could not move.

Xing Qingbo disliked her to begin with, and now seeing her acting like a wooden man, he became even more annoyed and furious, and took the opportunity to vent his anger.

"You're so stupid. Why did I buy a fool like you? You were only interesting for the first two years, but now it's getting less and less interesting."

"Your belly is also very uncooperative. It gave birth to three babies in a row, all girls. I'm telling you straight, if it wasn't for you finally giving birth to a boy this time, I would have sold you out anyway!"

He Shanshan wanted to retort, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she remembered the days when she was beaten in the past. She trembled twice and closed her mouth again.

Forget it, let her be an idiot. Being scolded is at least better than being beaten. Anyway, she has been scolded quite a few times in recent days.

He Shanshan was as calm as a dead hope and even wanted to laugh, but this strange smile was unfortunately caught by Xing Qingbo.

He looked at He Shanshan, who looked listless and had a strange expression on her face, and felt the blood in his body boiling.

Does she look down on herself?

I don’t know what was wrong with me, but this idea popped into Xing Qingbo’s mind.

As the head of the family, he naturally would not allow anyone in the family to dare to disobey him.

A slap was mercilessly slapped on He Shanshan's face with such force that He Shanshan, who was holding the child, tilted her butt and fell directly to the ground.

The dinner, which he hadn't even had time to eat, fell to the ground, rolled around a few times, and scattered all over the floor.

He Shanshan stared at the white rice that looked like flowers scattered from the sky, her eyes went dark and her heart ached.

She had worked all day and was hoping to have a bigger meal in the evening, but now it was all wasted.

However, before this feeling of regret could spread, she had to deal with other emergencies.

Out of maternal instinct, He Shanshan quickly closed her arms to prevent the child's head from directly colliding with the ground, and she herself rolled on the ground.

"Wow--"

How could a child understand so much? At the age when they can’t hold back their poop and pee, when encountering such things, they will just cry and make a fuss.

The sharp and loud shouting and crying made people more and more irritated.

"What are you doing? How did I offend you?"

"In the evening, I came back on time to cook dinner. You said there weren't enough dishes, so I got up and fried another one."

"I just finished my work and sat down. I really can't think of the reason."

He Shanshan felt very innocent. She had done nothing wrong, but she had to endure the other party's sudden malice.

Even if you are beaten, there must be a legitimate reason, right?

She probably found it difficult to understand that Xing Qingbo's furious behavior was simply because she was old and ugly and could not satisfy his desire for young flesh.

Xing Qingbo's ideas were not worth talking about, and he was too lazy to explain them to He Shanshan.

In his eyes, He Shanshan was not only his wife whom he bought with money, but also his nanny and a tool for him to vent his anger.

Outside, he is just an ordinary countryman and bumpkin. If he is thrown into a vast crowd, it would be difficult to even find him. But in this house, in his home, he is at the pinnacle of power and the one who can dominate everything.

The two complex emotions of being humble and modest outside and the swelling self-confidence inside are mixed together.

Xing Qingbo stood under the dim light bulb, the light stretched his shadow very long, covering He Shanshan who fell to the ground.

He grinned, like a demon in the dark night, staring with a pair of scarlet eyes, ready to devour innocent creatures.

He Shanshan had a premonition and no longer cared about the child in her arms. She trembled and wanted to escape.

But as soon as he turned around, someone behind him grabbed his ankle.

"You're so brave, aren't you? You dare to run?!"

The force exerted on He Shanshan's ankle made her tremble all over. The memories of being beaten and abused revived and filled her mind.

It's over, it's over...

In a state of fear, He Shanshan's brain had difficulty processing other information, which caused her muscles to stiffen and become unnaturally tense.

Xing Qingbo untied his belt with a grim smile and mercilessly whipped the other person's thin back.