Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me

Chapter 270 The pie is always empty

 “Scar removal cream.”

Three simple words made the ugly girl confused. She walked towards Shen Nian involuntarily and looked at the small medicine box with red eyes.

 She bit the soft meat in her mouth, sniffed, and choked out, "Thank you."

 She didn’t know what else to say except thank you.

Shen Nian put his arms around Chou Ya's shoulders and said openly: "Thank you for nothing. I think you like it. Besides, I think it's easy to get a box of scar-removing medicine. It's not as troublesome as you think. Don't think too much about it."

 How could it be possible not to think more about it? Chouya lowered her head and thought.

Sister Nian was the first person to be so kind to her, and it was more than just words.

　　"Yes." She nodded heavily, keeping Shen Nian's words in mind.

Shen Nian didn't think much and said expectantly: "How about applying it now? Apply it as soon as possible."

"good!"

Chou Ya went to the river and washed her face. She carefully dipped her fingertips into a fingernail of the scar remover from the box and applied it on her face.

She could even tell where the scar was with her eyes closed, and the scar remover didn't even remove it at all.

Shen Nian was worried that Meiya would be uncomfortable, so he didn't stare at her and looked towards the river.

"The miracle doctor I know said that the scar on your face is a little long-lasting and you need at least three bottles of scar removal cream to heal it. I will give you one bottle first and you apply it once a day. I will give you the next bottle after half a month."

Chou Ya is thoughtful and knows that Sister Nian’s arrangement is for her own benefit. After all, it is not safe to leave things at home, so she gratefully says: "Okay, I will listen to you."

"Um."

After giving the scar removal medicine to Chou Ya, Shen Nian felt relieved, and then went to the county to find someone to buy someone from.

 A woman who is good at cooking, a little boy about the same age as Brother Man, a maid, and two boys.

When Shen Nian returned to the village, he brought several strangers with him, which made the villagers very curious.

“Sister Nian, who are these people?” a villager asked.

Shen Nian said slowly: "The family is too busy, so I bought it to help."

The people in the village didn't expect that even the servants of the Shen family would use it, and they were stunned.

　　The man who threw big rocks into everyone's hearts didn't pay attention. After answering the villagers' questions, he led them back home leisurely.

　　It took a while for the remaining group of people to come back to their senses.

 “Can both the Shen family use people from both sides?!”

“I just saw that Sister Nian bought a few servants, quite a few, how much money will this cost...”

“It would be great if we could have someone to take care of us!”

“Let’s go, let’s go. If you have time to think about this, why not move a few more stones to pave the yard.”

 …

As he said this, the news that the second wife of the Shen family bought a servant soon spread throughout the village.

The people in the Shen family’s old residence also knew about it.

Gao Yuehong walked straight into Old Gao's house, turning a blind eye to the mess and smell inside, covering her nose and sitting on a stool next to her.

The voice is high-pitched and sarcastic.

 “You’re not going to pull the bed again, it’s so stinky!”

Old Mrs. Gao was ashamed and angry, and his face turned red.

She doesn’t want to either, but she can’t take care of herself and no one can help her. What can she do...

"Uh...uh..." Mr. Gao wanted to call him a bitch, but he tried his best not to spit out the two words. His saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth and fell on the black and smelly pillow.    Looking miserable.

Gao Yuehong looked at her with disgust, and quickly looked away as if her eyes were dirty.

He said murderously:

"Mom, you don't know yet. I heard that Sister Nian bought a few servants, and the second brother's family will soon be able to live a life of calling slaves and maids. But what about the old house? Because of my mother's viciousness, he is getting more and more defeated. The faster you go, the whole village will make fun of you behind your back for being blind!

Looking at my mother’s current fate, I think this must be retribution! You killed your wife and treated her children harshly, making them work like cattle and horses for you. Even arsenic is not poisonous to you! "

 Thinking that his life was passing by and that he could not even get any light from the first and second bedrooms, Gao Yue was so angry that she wanted to chop up the old Mrs. Gao.

 Why is this dead old woman not dead yet?

As long as this old poisonous woman dies, maybe Shen and the other three can relieve their anger and be willing to take their husband to earn money.

 “The fate of the old immortal is so hard!” Gao Yue’s red eyes flashed with malice.

Only, she didn't want to dirty her hands, so she could only endure it.

 Old Mrs. Gao had no problem with her ears. Her daughter-in-law's words rushed into her ears, her chest heaved violently with anger, and her old, muddy eyes were filled with hatred.

 “…Mud…whispers…sizzles…bar…sighs…”

　　While speaking, I was panting, and it was extremely difficult to spit out the few words.

Gao Yuehong has been married to the Shen family for many years and knows the old Gao family very well. She roughly understood these words through half-guessing.

 It’s clear: you will be punished!

She sneered mockingly, "Looking at the current situation, it's not me who is being punished, but my mother."

“The fifth brother you have high hopes for is still in prison. What future does he have even if he comes out?

As for my husband-in-law, he has no ability but is high-spirited, and he will be like this for the rest of his life...



The Wang family has a bad fate and cannot support the success of their son.

Mother, you must be very unwilling in your heart, but what's the use of being unwilling? If you can't compare, you can't compare. Even if you go underground, I'm afraid you will still be lower than the **** you look down on..."

Gao Yuehong used to admire her husband a lot, but seeing that the cakes Shen Laosi drew were always empty, she became increasingly dissatisfied with him.

Her words were killing without blood. Old Mr. Gao stared excitedly, his withered old face was covered with veins, and he made a whooshing sound from his mouth.

 “…ho, ho!”

At this moment, Shen Si, smelling of alcohol, appeared at the door.

"Why does the house smell so bad?" After saying something disgusting, Shen Si glared at Gao Yuehong, "What are you doing for food? Do you want to rebel? If you don't take good care of your mother, I'll divorce you."

Gao Yuehong became angry and said unconvinced: "Stop it! Your mother is so difficult to take care of. I have to clean the bed several times a day. Where can I find the time? The family needs money but no money, and even rice and noodles are almost gone. How will I live my life in the future..."

"You...!" Shen Si was used to being a chauvinist and couldn't listen to any rebuttal. He raised his hand in anger and hit Gao Yue's red face.

Gao Yuehong didn't even hide, her eyes were full of resentment.

“Hit me, slap me, let’s not live this life anymore, you can go with your mother!” She said firmly.

 Shen Si's hands froze suddenly, his face turned pale.

Now that there is no one at home, Gao Yuehong has to rely on Gao Yuehong to do laundry and cooking. He doesn't dare to really beat her away, so he can only hold back his anger and let her control him for a while.

"Okay, I'm just going to show off, why are you taking it seriously? You go and cook. I'll take care of the things here."

Gao Yuehong felt proud when she saw that he had surrendered, so she turned around and left.

As soon as she left, Shen Si looked at the messy room and felt terrible.

“Mom, please worry less in the future and don’t cause trouble to your son. I have enough things to worry about..."

Hand in his mouth, he held his nose and tidied up the house.

 Lao Gao's heart felt like a knife being cut, tears flowed from his old eyes, and he was thinking of retribution.

 (End of this chapter)