You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Wang Cuihua stared in horror at Su Tianci, whose face was covered in blood, in her arms. Her hands and lips trembled for a long time, and she couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, Su Tianci was no better off than a beggar begging for food outside.

This is her precious child; she would feel distressed for half a day if he or she got even a small scrape.

She's been beaten like this; this is going to kill her!

"Who? Which bastard did this?!"

Wang Cuihua's eyes widened, and she started cursing at the top of her lungs, "If you dare touch my son, I'll skin you alive!"

Su Tianci was in so much pain that he was delirious. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could utter a single word, he spat out two mouthfuls of bloody foam.

Before Wang Cuihua could figure out what was going on, a dark shadow blocked the light above their heads.

Wang Cuihua subconsciously looked up and saw a handsome young man standing in front of her, with a delicate-looking girl by his side.

She squinted and looked closely. Wasn't this Su Qinghe, the blind woman who had been kicked out of the house long ago?

"Keep the change, please."

Jiang Che looked at the mother and son expressionlessly and admitted his "evil act" without any hesitation, "I did it."

Taking advantage of Wang Cuihua's still dazed state, he raised his leg and kicked Su Tianci hard—

"ah--!"

Su Tianci let out a miserable cry, and like a sandbag being kicked away, he was thrown out of Wang Cuihua's arms and rolled onto the carpet in the room.

"Get in there, don't block the way."

Jiang Che withdrew his foot. Although Su Tianci hadn't actually blocked his way, he just didn't like the idiot Su Tianci and wanted to kick him.

The blame lies with his rude remarks to Su Qinghe outside. If Su Tianci had been even slightly more polite, Jiang Che wouldn't have been so angry.

Wang Cuihua was completely dumbfounded. She had lived most of her life and had never seen such an arrogant person who would beat someone up and then kick them into their home.

"You...you..."

Wang Cuihua's finger was trembling as she pointed at Jiang Che, both from anger and fear.

Jiang Che ignored her completely. He squeezed Su Qinghe's warm little hand in his palm and said, "Let's go inside."

"Okay~" Su Qinghe nodded obediently.

The two ignored Wang Cuihua, who was sitting on the ground, and swaggered over the threshold into the house.

Wang Cuihua then came to her senses and scrambled to her feet, rushing into the house.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Su Qinghe, that blind bastard, standing on their expensive carpet, her feet soaked with snow water, which had stained a large area of ​​the carpet.

Suddenly, an unnamed rage surged up to Wang Cuihua's head, and the fear she had felt earlier was instantly suppressed by his usual arrogant and domineering attitude.

"You jinx!"

Wang Cuihua, hands on her hips, spitting as she spoke, "Who let you in? Huh? You jinx who killed your parents, how dare you come back?"

"Get your dirty feet off me! Can you afford to pay for the carpet you've dirtied? You wouldn't be worth a corner of this carpet even if you were sold!"

Su Qinghe trembled from the scolding and couldn't help but take a step back, shrinking back and hiding behind Jiang Che.

This was an instinctive reaction ingrained in her bones. She was used to being beaten and scolded by her parents, so even when faced with her aunt Wang Cuihua's yelling, she would subconsciously feel that she was about to be beaten again.

Moreover, a month ago, when Su Daqiang's family took over the Su family home and kicked her out, Wang Cuihua also harassed her.

This left Su Qinghe with considerable psychological trauma.

"And you!"

After berating Su Qinghe, Wang Cuihua turned her attention to Jiang Che, yelling, "Where did you come from, you little punk? How dare you hit my son? Do you even know where you are?"

"Believe it or not, I'll call the police and have you arrested right now! You'll spend the rest of your life in jail!"

Jiang Che stood still, listening quietly as she finished her rant.

Su Qinghe's small hands trembled incessantly in his palms, and the hands that had been warmed up with great effort were now ice-cold again due to fright.

Seeing Su Qinghe back away, Wang Cuihua took two steps forward without thinking, ready to teach her a lesson. Jiang Che's expression suddenly turned cold. He released Su Qinghe's hand and took a step forward, his tall figure blocking Wang Cuihua's path.

"Try saying that again!"

Although his expression was calm and his tone was indifferent, he gave people an indescribable sense of oppression and fear.

Wang Cuihua felt uneasy under Jiang Che's gaze, but she still refused to back down. This was her home; how could she possibly lose to an outsider?

"So what if I scolded you? You trespassed and assaulted someone, you're asking for trouble!"

"That blind bastard, that bitch, since he dared to come back, he'd better be prepared to be beaten by me—"

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

Wang Cuihua's cursing stopped abruptly. She was spun around halfway after being slapped, covering her face and looking at Jiang Che in disbelief.

"You dare hit me?"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Che coldly slapped her again, this time harder than the first time.

Wang Cuihua was so slapped that she couldn't even stand up straight and collapsed onto the sofa next to her. Half of her face swelled up like a steamed bun, making her look incredibly comical.

The room fell silent instantly.

Even Su Tianci, who was lying on the ground groaning, dared not make a sound anymore, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him in utter terror.

madman.

This guy is absolutely insane!

"Your mouth stinks so much, did you just eat shit and not wipe it?"

Jiang Che shook his hands in disgust, but felt it wasn't enough, so he asked Su Qinghe for a small wet wipe and carefully dried his hands.

It's as if that slap just now wasn't directed at a person, but at a real lump of history.

After wiping his hands, Jiang Che casually tossed the used wet wipe onto Wang Cuihua's face, then took Su Qinghe's small hand back into his own, looking down at Wang Cuihua with a cold gaze.

"You've lived most of your life and still can't speak like a human being. How about I pull your tongue out for you?" He sneered.

Wang Cuihua covered her face, tears and snot streaming down her face, and shrank into the corner of the sofa in terror.

She was genuinely scared.

This man has no sportsmanship; he even hits women, and he's really ruthless.

Where is Su Daqiang?

Jiang Che had no interest in watching her miserable state. He pulled Su Qinghe to sit down on the sofa in the living room to rest. "Tell him to get out here."

Wang Cuihua shuddered, her eyes darting around, "He...he's not home..."

"Then call him." Jiang Che crossed his legs, his tone impatient.

"I won't fight!"

Wang Cuihua, emboldened by who-knows-where, suddenly retorted, "This is my home! Why should we listen to you? If you have the guts, then kill us all!"

She could tell that this kid was just looking for trouble.

If we really call Lao Su back, who knows what kind of big trouble might happen.

"You're not going to fight, huh?"

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Wang Cuihua looked at his expression with suspicion, but he didn't seem angry.

Under Wang Cuihua's gaze, the boy first slowly stood up, and then leisurely walked to Su Tianci, who was lying on the ground.

Su Tianci was terrified as he watched the shoes relentlessly approaching him. He frantically shuffled backward, his buttocks churning on the ground like a maggot, crying, "Mom! Mom, save me!"