"Da Qiao, even if I beg you, for the sake of an old man like me, please stop making trouble and live a good life with Jinghe."
"Dad knows that you didn't want to marry him in the first place, but things have already come to this. You've been together for more than two years... cough cough cough..."
The old man was interrupted by an itchy feeling in his throat before he could finish.
"Ahem... Da Qiao, your mother is gone too, and you're the only one left in your family, so why don't you just make do with what you have?"
"At least... at least Daddy begs you to leave them and their son a chance to live, okay?"
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, he found himself leaning against a mud wall with his hands behind his back, looking very rogue.
On the simple wooden bed opposite him, an old man with half-white hair and clothes was looking at him with a pleading expression.
His eyes were cloudy, his spirit was listless, and he looked dead, as if he almost had no strength to speak.
Xiao Si'er, is this my father
And... Da Qiao
This name.
She really... knelt down.
This is your man’s father. He is old, caught a cold, and is dying.
Su Qiao: It's just a cold, is it so easy to kill someone
You have drained all the money of the Qi family. They have no money and no food. They have to work even though they don’t have enough to eat. They are old and have no medicine. How can they not die
Su Qiao: Why does it sound like... I'm an asshole
444: If you’re not a bastard, who is
This world is a little strange, anyway, you should save him first.
"Dad, don't beg her. If she wants to leave, she can leave. I won't keep her. I just hope she won't bring disaster to this family anymore."
It's better if he's gone. Now that this scourge is gone, maybe their lives will be better.
The sound was clear, like the sound of a spring hitting jade, but it carried a sense of oppression and loneliness.
Su Qiao turned her head and found that in front of the open door, there was a tall man standing with his back to the sun.
She was wearing a washed-out green robe with a long black cloth tied around her waist. Her black hair hung down her back, with her hair casually tied into a bun on top of her head with a wooden hairpin.
A face as if carved by a knife, with sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes, and deep contours...
It is the dozen or so brown pockmarks on the cheeks that affect the overall appearance.
When Su Qiao looked over, he was instantly met with a pair of cold and disgusted peach blossom eyes.
Su Qiao shrank back, touched his nose and quickly turned his eyes away.
The next second, he saw a little kid of about four or five years old who was timidly sticking to the door frame of the earthen wall behind him and quietly peeking inside.
When the little guy saw her looking at him, he was so scared that he shrank his neck in panic, his face full of fear.
Su Qiao: "..."
Why did she feel like an unforgivable bully to this family
"Ahem... Jinghe, what are you talking about?"
"You've already married her, and she left, leaving you and your son behind. Is that reasonable?"
"How are you and your son going to live from now on? Your spit will drown you."
The old man was so anxious that he tried to sit up by the edge of the bed, but he couldn't. He fell back onto the bed again powerlessly. Finally, he could only look at Su Qiao with pleading eyes again:
"Da Qiao, don't listen to his nonsense. He has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He is not very good at talking, but in fact he has a good heart and is the most sincere to you."
"As for Xiao Yue..."
His cloudy eyes fell on the skinny little figure outside the door, and there was a trace of sorrow in the old man's eyes:
"Dad knows you don't like this kid, and I don't ask you to treat him like your own son, but at least... at least save his life, okay?"
"Although Xiaoyue is only five years old, he is very sensible, doesn't eat much, and can help with housework. You can let him do anything you want."
"If you feel unhappy, you can vent your anger by scolding him or hitting him a few times.
Just treat it like raising a kitten or puppy. Don’t be too meticulous. Just give it food.”