Her son is back, her son is not dead!
He is really not dead and he is really back!
Qin Shuhua burst into tears and hugged Li Sicheng with open arms.
Li Jianyue didn't quite understand what this meant. It was the first time she saw her grandmother cry, and cry so sadly. Her mouth pursed and she started crying too, "Wow..."
Li Sicheng held the little guy in one hand and his mother in the other, smiling softly with slightly red eyes.
Li Sicheng patted Qin Shuhua's back gently with his palm and said with a low smile, "Don't cry, the child has been scared to tears by you."
"Grandma! Don't cry." Li Jianyue pouted, her little face slightly red, her eyebrows, nose, eyes and cheeks were slightly pink, and her round little face was wrinkled.
Qin Shuhua also smiled and stretched out her hand to Li Jianyue: "Grandma, hold me."
Li Jianyue leaned towards Qin Shuhua and heard the sound of a crutch touching the ground from a distance.
The old man came up aggressively. Li Sicheng looked at him and called out, "Grandpa."
Hearing this shout, the old man's eyes turned red and he swung his cane and hit the man hard.
Su Qianci exclaimed, and Qin Shuhua did the same and came forward.
Li Sicheng was hit by the stick without making a sound, but he did not move. Instead, he stood straighter, in a standard military posture.
The old man was not satisfied with just one hit with a stick, so he picked up his crutch and hit him on his legs, over and over again, solidly and without any water.
Su Qianci subconsciously recalled the scene four years ago when he was beaten half to death in the warehouse. Her heart ached, tears streamed down her cheeks, and she ran forward to protect him, shouting, "Grandpa, stop hitting me!"
It was because of this that Su Qianci realized that her grandfather was already in tears.
At this moment, being stopped by her, he put down his crutches with a heavy breath and shouted in a choked voice: "Okay, okay!"
Li Sicheng gently pushed Su Qianci away, looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, continue."
The old man felt even more choked up when he heard this, and roared, "Do you really think I don't dare?" As he said that, he swung his crutch and hit him hard several times.
Li Sicheng's body remained motionless, straight as a pine tree.
"You've grown up! You've become successful now. You don't want your home, your wife, or your children anymore, you little bastard!" Every time the old man said something, he would hit him hard with a stick. "Since you're still alive and have been hanging around out there for four years, why don't you just die out there? Why did you come back, you ungrateful little bastard!"
More than ten blows were made in a row, and each one brought with it the clear sound of whipping flesh, which frightened Qin Shuhua and the children.
Li Jianqian and Li Mosen were secretly frightened by what they saw, but Li Jianyue was even more direct and was frightened to tears.
"Why did Grandpa hit Dad?" Li Jianyue asked crying, "It hurts so much!"
Su Qianci was heartbroken, but Li Sicheng wouldn't let her go over, so she had to watch from the side.
Hearing her daughter's cry, Su Qianci also started crying.
Finally, the old man got tired of fighting and stopped.
Seeing this, Su Qianci immediately went up to him and checked his body. She was so distressed that she burst into tears. "Does it hurt?"
Li Sicheng held her hand, shook his head gently, and said in a low and soft voice, "It doesn't hurt."
The old man wiped his eyes and snorted, "Such a huge explosion didn't kill him, so he won't die if we hit him with a few sticks now!"
(End of this chapter)