Rebirth Seventy Splendid Years

"Old Su..." Xia Yanqiu's voice trembled, her face turned pale.

The way Su Zhiyong looked at her just now was like the way this man looked at Zhuang Yulan the year before Zhuang Yulan's death, indifferent and heartless, with the coldness of the twelfth lunar month, his bones could be frozen to crisp.

Su Zhiyong treated Zhuang Yulan like this, at that time she was only happy, wishing that Su Zhiyong could be more ruthless.

But now, when it was her turn, Xia Yanqiu finally understood what Zhuang Yulan said back then.

"Don't be too complacent, Su Zhiyong can be ruthless and ungrateful to me, and do this, do you think he can be sympathetic and righteous to you?"

Xia Yanqiu shivered involuntarily, a little bit angry, that bitch Zhuang Yulan, even though she was paralyzed and lying in such a mess on the bed, she was still as proud as a kapok, she never bent her head, and she still spoke calmly and confidently look.

As for her, even though she was standing, dressed brightly, and Zhuang Yulan was lying down, emaciated and unable to move, Xia Yanqiu still felt that she was a maid, serving the young lady Zhuang Yulan.

Why?
In what way is she worse than Zhuang Yulan?
The anger in Xia Yanqiu's heart was even worse, but she didn't want to admit it anymore, she could only recognize the reality, she just couldn't compare to Zhuang Yulan, everyone said that, even Su Zhiyong thought the same way, she couldn't deny it herself.

But so what, she is Mrs. Su now, Zhuang Yulan is dead, but she is alive and well.

Her daughter is the apple of the eye of the Su family, and Zhuang Yulan's daughter is a lowly oil bottle. In a few days, that little bitch Su Mei will taste the pain of losing her innocence and being insulted and poked at her spine.

Every day, she prayed that Zhuang Yulan would not be reincarnated too early, and watched carefully from below, how her own daughter made a living under her hands, and how her innocence was destroyed by trash men.

Hahahaha...

Xia Yanqiu felt much more comfortable, she didn't fight with the dead, she won if she was alive, but she had to fight for her daughter, Su Mei, a little bitch, would never be able to compare with Xiaoyue.

"Old Su."

Xia Yanqiu yelled again, with an aggrieved expression and a tender voice, looking at him tearfully, Su Zhiyong's anger was extinguished at once, and seeing Su Yue's red and swollen face, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

No matter how ordinary the eldest daughter is, she is Zhuang Yulan's daughter, and the Han family can keep an eye on her.

Su Zhiyong shivered vigorously, his alcohol dissipated a lot, and his mind cleared up a bit, but it was impossible to apologize, he was the head of the family, how could he apologize to the younger generation?
Besides, the eldest daughter is really too much, she knows how to bully her younger sister every day, it's too shameful.

The current Xiaomei is the daughter-in-law of the Han family who has never been married, he wants to give some face, Xiaoyue is too ignorant of an idiot.

"Okay, what does it look like to cry and cry, and disturb others to rest at night, go to bed quickly!"

Su Zhiyong drank with a sullen face, Su Yue was even more wronged, her face hurt, her heart hurt even more, Su Mei had only been back for three days, and she was slapped twice, she was no longer the little princess in Dad's heart.

Damn Su Mei, this family can't stay anymore, it must be kicked out!
There was hatred in Su Yue's eyes, but she lowered her head, Su Zhiyong couldn't see it, she would never know how vicious his ordinary daughter was.

Su Mei kept watching with cold eyes, like watching a play, without saying a word, Su Zhiyong has always been thunderous and rainy, and if Xia Yanqiu is coaxed on the bed at night, he will definitely forget what he said at night when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

But it doesn't matter, she will remind you all the time.

"Dad, go to rest early, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Su Mei said obediently, her face was full of concern, Su Zhiyong felt much more comfortable, and then glanced at the eldest daughter who was still sobbing with her head down, her heart couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

The eldest daughter has never cared about him as a father, and he hasn't even made a cup of tea. He didn't notice these details before, but now with the sharp contrast of the younger daughter, Su Zhiyong suddenly felt that he was like a pearl from a young age. How could Bao's eldest daughter be so unfilial?
In the old saying, it is a white-eyed wolf!

Su Zhiyong's heart sank, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. He spent so much money and raised a white-eyed wolf. Is it really retribution?

"Don't cry, is it bad luck or not?"

Su Zhiyong yelled, Su Yue was so frightened that she stopped sobbing, hiccupped, and looked up at Su Zhiyong with more resentment in her eyes.

This really annoyed Su Zhiyong, for someone who is disobedient and unfilial, he taught his daughter what is right and proper as a father, how dare this rebellious daughter resent him?
It really is a white-eyed wolf!
Su Zhiyong's heart turned cold all of a sudden, but his face remained calm. It's just that his love for Su Yue has faded a lot, but he won't tear his face apart at this time. The youngest daughter and Han Jingchuan haven't married yet, and before the dust settles, , Su Yue must be fine.

"Go to sleep."

Su Zhiyong said something lightly, then turned and went back to the room, looking very calm, but Xia Yanqiu was even more apprehensive.

She knows this man very well, and she is not afraid of making troubles. She will definitely be able to coax him well, but she is afraid of not making trouble. It was not until Zhuang Yulan died that Su Zhiyong told her that she knew how deep and ruthless this man was.

Su Mei's expression was slightly surprised. Su Zhiyong looked at Su Yue in the wrong way just now. Could it be that he gave up on Su Yue so easily?

It's not impossible, this scumbag loves himself the most, others are outsiders, her mother Zhuang Yulan is, Xia Yanqiu and Su Yue are no exception, of course she is even more, they are just tools in Su Zhiyong's heart.

It is a good tool that can bring benefits, and it can be exchanged for Su Zhiyong's warmth. Once the value of use is lost, this man will immediately turn his face and be ruthless, and abandon them like weeds.

Xia Yanqiu cautiously followed behind, waited on Su Zhiyong to take off his clothes and shoes, and even fetched water for washing his feet, bending down to wash his feet, just like the maids in ancient times, they have been doing this all these years.

Su Zhiyong sat upright on the bed, squinting his eyes slightly. He was half awake now, thinking carefully about the marriage between his youngest daughter and Han Jingchuan. The more he thought about it, the happier he became. Wool tickets and shoe tickets are all for the little eyebrows.”

The sound of water splashing.

Under Xia Yanqiu's excitement, she almost knocked over the basin. It seems that this man is determined to love that little bitch. The whole family counts votes like that. Xiaoyue alone is not enough. , her Xiaoyue can only wear old clothes every day.

"Old Su, Xiaomei really has to meet up when she goes to work, but Xiaoyue is eighteen, she is a big girl, if she wears old clothes every day, others will laugh at her." Xia Yanqiu persuaded softly.

Su Zhiyong frowned slightly, which made sense, but the tickets were so small that they could only be used by one person.