Quick Wear: Raising a baby with the system and abusing the scumbag

As Luo Zhitao spoke, her eyes turned red and her face was full of grievance.

Who doesn’t have biased elders in their family?

Luo Zhitao's words aroused everyone's empathy.

Those who had originally blamed Luo Zhitao turned to talk about Old Lady Feng.

"Grandma Feng, this is your fault! Even if you are not partial to your filial children, you cannot speak nonsense and slander them in front of outsiders."

"Yes, we think your eldest daughter is very good, but you always say she is pretending. Why don't your other children pretend too?"

"And the thing you said about the disaster, was it also something you deliberately framed them for?"

For a moment, the people in the ward turned their attention to Grandma Feng, expressing their confusion and indignation at her behavior.

"You...you...oh~ You think I am too old to live, and you want to piss off an old woman like me to death! Old man, how could you be so cruel to leave me alone and leave me to be bullied by the Luo family? Old man, come and take me away!"

There was no point in talking to Old Mrs. Feng, so she used her unique trick of crying, making a fuss, and then threatening to hang herself.

Luo Zhitao just said one sentence lightly and stopped her howling.

"Grandma misses grandpa too? That's great. Grandpa has wanted to see you for a long time."

In the eyes of Old Lady Feng, Luo Zhitao's smile at this moment seemed a little weird.

Old Mrs. Feng felt an inexplicable fear and uneasiness, and she couldn't help but shiver.

But he pretended to be calm and angrily scolded Luo Zhitao with a pale face.

"You don't have to scare me! If you really have..."

Old Mrs. Feng had only said half of her words when she suddenly felt her eyelids as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids wouldn't listen to her and slowly closed little by little.

Then, she tilted her head and thunderous snoring suddenly filled the ward.

"Hey, grandma, why did you suddenly fall asleep again!"

Luo Zhitao pretended to be helpless, adjusted Old Lady Feng's sleeping position, and then gently covered her with a quilt.

The people in the same ward have become accustomed to this scene.

Old Mrs. Feng has an excellent sleep quality. She is often chatting with others one second and snoring loudly the next.

"Little girl, don't bother with your grandma. She's old and maybe confused."

"Yeah, as you get older, your temper will get worse. Maybe she has you in her heart too."

Faced with the comfort and persuasion from her roommates, Luo Zhitao did not refute anything. Instead, she smiled and nodded, thanking everyone for their concern.

Then take out the fruits you brought and share them with everyone.

While the ward was filled with joy and warmth, Old Mrs. Feng fell into a terrible nightmare.

In her dream, she returned to the door that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

There were sounds of painful, rapid breathing coming from inside.

She knew that the man in the door was the source of her frequent nightmares for the rest of her life.

Although she was extremely conscious, her body was out of control and her hands slowly and uncontrollably reached towards the door that had frightened her for years.

The door slowly opened, and a white-haired old man was lying on the ground.

His body was shaking as if he was in great pain.

A mouthful of thick phlegm got stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe normally.

His face had turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were tightly clutching his chest, trying to relieve the pain of suffocation.

When he heard the door open, the old man's eyes, which had been dim, regained their luster.

He raised one hand with all his strength and stretched it towards Old Mrs. Feng with trembling hands. His lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something.

But Old Mrs. Feng just looked at him coldly and then closed the door heartlessly.

With a "bang", the door closed tightly, separating the two people completely, turning the short few steps into the long distance between life and death.

Before Old Mrs. Feng recovered from her shock, the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

Old Mrs. Feng stood in the darkness, feeling that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly squeezing her throat.

Do not!

It's not my fault!

He has become a useless man. His existence is a burden to his children and a pain for him!

I'm helping him out!

Old Mrs. Feng opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out.

She could only make excuses in her heart, and she never felt that she had done anything wrong.

"Relief? When you were in your thirties and broke your leg, I stayed by your bed every night, afraid that you would be thirsty and no one would give you water. When you were forty and seriously ill, I went to more than ten temples and got my head bruised, praying for you peace and blessings..."

The familiar voice sounded in my ears again.

Only this time, the voice lacked its usual gentleness, and was instead filled with endless resentment.

Mr. Feng still couldn't understand. He was so sincere to Old Lady Feng and always tolerated her in everything.

However, Old Mrs. Feng ignored the love they had for each other for so many years and secretly beat and scolded him when he was sick and unable to take care of himself, and even watched him struggle and die in agony.

After he died, she pretended to be affectionate and cried over his coffin.

She wanted to use this to cover up what she had done.

"You did this voluntarily. I didn't force you!"

Old Mrs. Feng's throat was pinched and she couldn't speak, but she didn't have a trace of remorse in her heart and kept on refutation.

However, Mr. Feng invaded Old Lady Feng’s dream and could hear what she was thinking.

After learning her true thoughts, Feng Sheng was furious.

With a strong force, he strangled Old Mrs. Feng until she fainted.

If Old Lady Feng hadn't died now, Luo Zhitao's family would have been implicated.

Luo Zhitao put some protection on Old Lady Feng, so that no matter how angry Feng Sheng was, he couldn't kill her.

It is very likely that Old Mrs. Feng has become a corpse now.

When Mrs. Feng woke up again, she had been transferred to a single room.

"I...I'm still alive?!"

Old Mrs. Feng was shocked at first, and then her face was filled with joy.

"Mom, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing Feng Hongmei's voice, Old Mrs. Feng moved inside in fear.

Her eyes searched frantically in the ward for the disaster that almost killed her.

When seeing Luo Zhitao's half-smile, Old Mrs. Feng was so scared that she almost fell under the bed.

"Grandma, be careful. You've been sleeping for three days and you're very weak."

Luo Zhitao forced Old Lady Feng onto the bed, and then informed her of the next arrangements.

Luo Zhitao hired two female nurses for Old Lady Feng, arranged a single room for her, and found a doctor to prepare various examinations and treatments for her.

"Grandma, you don't have to worry about the money. As long as you don't get better, I will cure you even if I have to sell everything I have!"

In the eyes of others, all of Luo Zhitao's arrangements were very filial behaviors.

But when Old Mrs. Feng looked at Luo Zhitao's arrangements, she began to have doubts in her heart.

She always felt that Luo Zhitao couldn't be so nice to her.

But even though she had some doubts, she did not reject Luo Zhitao's "kindness".