What if I haven't seen Siheyuan?

After a long time, Qin Huairu kept slapping Yan Xiaoyao with her hands, her eyes full of pleading for mercy.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoyao ended her punishment early.

He leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette.

"This is a little reminder for you. Jia Zhang usually beats and scolds you. Why are you so reluctant? Are you reluctant to let her treat you like that, or what?

And look at what your son has become now, isn't it all because of Jia Zhang's spoiling him?"

Qin Huairu, who was exhausted all over, lay on the bed, breathing rapidly and gulping like a fish that was extremely dehydrated.

After resting for a while, she turned over, lay on Yan Xiaoyao's chest, and bit him hard.

With a red face, he cursed: "You are really too much. How can you torture me like this? I felt like I was going to die just now."

After taking a breath, she continued in a low voice: "After all, I am still the daughter-in-law of the Jia family. I am sorry for the deceased Jia Dongxu by doing this. Although he was not kind to me before, but you follow your husband wherever he goes. Who made me marry into the Jia family?"

"Please let me think about this carefully in the next few days. I am very confused now."

After Qin Huairu finished speaking, Yan Xiaoyao put out the cigarette in his hand and patted her on the back.

He said softly: "Okay, think about it carefully in the next few days, I respect your choice.

I know you are a good woman, otherwise, do you really think I would treat anyone like this? With my conditions, I can find any woman I want. "

Qin Huairu held down her still-moving hands, gave Yan Xiaoyao a shy look, and said coquettishly, "You are not a good person. You tormented others and are still so ruthless."

Thinking about what I have read before, some of them portrayed Qin Huairu particularly badly, and she was also involved with an old man named Yi Zhonghai.

With a hint of curiosity, Yan Xiaoyao asked again: "I heard that you seemed to have some relationship with Uncle Yi Zhonghai. Is that true?"

Qin Huairu said angrily after hearing this: "Did that bad guy Xu Damao tell you? He's the same age as my dad, how could such a thing happen?"

"That bad guy often stared at me with lustful eyes when Jia Dongxu was still around, and after I started working in the factory, he often had his eyes on me.

I have lied to him several times. I guess he said something bad about me to you today at the factory. I will definitely scold that bad guy when I see him tomorrow."

Then she pinched his waist in shame and anger and said, "You were with me just now. If I had something with another man, wouldn't you feel it?"

Yan Xiaoyao thought about what happened just now and she really didn't look like someone who had given birth to three children. She laughed and said, "I'm just curious, right?"

I said silently in my heart: "Brother Damao, you have done a lot of bad things anyway, so you don't care about one more."

Then he pinched her twice more and said with a smile, "Okay, I think you need to rest for a while. I'll get you some water to wash yourself, so that Jia Zhang won't cause trouble for you again when we go back later."

Qin Huairu was leaning in Yan Xiaoyao's arms, trying to regulate her breathing.

Hearing this, he struggled to get up and shouted anxiously, "Oh, it's all your fault, you're like a wild bull. So much time has passed. How am I going to explain this to Jia Zhang when I go back later?"

"Okay, okay, when you go back later, just tell them that I drank too much and vomited. You were afraid that something might happen to me, so you took care of me and put me to bed, and helped me clean the room." Yan Xiaoyao said casually.

Yan Xiaoyao brought some hot water, helped Qin Huairu clean herself, and then handed her ten yuan.

"Okay, when you get home, do as I say, and give her the 10 yuan, saying that it's from me to thank you for your help and because it's not easy for your family."

After Qin Huairu took the money, she gave him a charming look and said, "You are the only one who has so many bad ideas." Then she hurried back.

Looking at Qin Huairu who hurried back to the Jia family, Yan Xiaoyao shook his head.

This silly woman has been bullied by Jia Zhang for so many years, and she didn't even know how to resist. I don't know whether to say she is silly or loyal.

I cleaned up the place where I had just been, changed the bed to a clean quilt, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

Qin Huairu went home in a hurry.

As soon as she entered the house, Jia Zhang rushed out and slapped Qin Huairu in the face.

"You little bitch! You were gone for so long, did you do anything to let down our Dongxu?"

"No, I really didn't." Qin Huairu covered her face, tears streaming down her face as she explained in panic.

While continuing to beat Qin Huairu, Jia Zhang cursed, "You still say you didn't have it. It's been such a long time since you left. You shameless thing, aren't you afraid that my Dongxu will come to settle the score with you tonight?"

"I really didn't do anything to offend Dongxu, it was Yan Xiaoyao who drank too much.

After I fixed the stove and kang for him, he vomited everywhere.

I was afraid that something might happen to him, so I took care of him, and after he fell asleep, I cleaned his house before returning." Qin Huairu cried while hiding.

Then he took out another ten yuan from his pocket, covered his face with tears and said, "This is what Yan Xiaoyao gave me after he saw me taking care of him and said that he saw that our family was having a hard time."

When Jia Zhang saw the money, she quickly snatched it away, and cursed with a suspicious look on her face: "How could that unlucky person be so kind and generous?"

After taking the money, Jia Zhang's raised hand finally slowly dropped down, and she stopped beating Qin Huairu.

A greedy look flashed across her fleshy face.

"Since this unlucky guy is so generous, it proves that his deceased parents must have left him a lot of money."

"You should be smarter in the future and clean up the house and wash his clothes more often, and then ask him for some money.

Anyway, that unlucky guy is all alone, and he can't spend all that money. I can just use it to buy some meat for our son Bang Geng, so that my precious grandson can grow up well."

Jia Zhang's mean face was full of greed at this moment, and her eyes flashed with calculation, as if she had already seen a steady stream of money pouring into her home.

He kept muttering, "Humph, we can't let that kid get away with it. Our family is living in such a tight spot, he should help us more."

However, she suddenly changed the subject and glared at Qin Huairu fiercely and said, "But if you dare to do anything to let down my Dongxu, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"Even if I become a ghost, I will haunt you every day and make you never at peace!" Her fierce eyes seemed to spit fire as she stared at Qin Huairu.

It seemed that he wanted to use this kind of deterrence to completely dispel any inappropriate thoughts Qin Huairu had.

Qin Huairu lowered her head, bit her lips tightly, and her body trembled slightly.

Tears gathered in her eyes, and it seemed that the crystal tears would burst out at any time. Her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, and her fingers turned white due to the force.

The grievances in her heart were like a surging tide, hitting her heart wave after wave.

She thought about what she had done for this family, working day and night, but not getting a bit of understanding and respect, and now she had to endure such suspicion and threats.

Finally, the tears that she had been holding back for so long could no longer be contained and rolled down her pale cheeks.

One drop, two drops...they formed a series of tear marks.

She let out a suppressed sob, her voice filled with endless sadness and helplessness: "I have worked hard for this family, endured all the hardships, and suffered all the fatigue, but in return I am treated like this."

However, she did not dare to cry out loud and could only let the tears flow freely, silently enduring all the injustice and grievances.