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Despite the fact that Qiao Shouguo and Qin Fangfang didn't say anything harsh to her in public during the day, and even tacitly approved of Qiao Lijun's proposal to marry her, Qiao Mingzhu knew perfectly well that her parents were absolutely seething with anger after such a huge scandal!

If she were to act all coquettish and complain about being tired at this point, she would definitely be severely scolded.

She gritted her teeth and wiped the table vigorously, the veins on the back of her hands bulging slightly from the effort.

What alarmed her was that neither Qiao Shouguo, who was sitting on the veranda smoking in silence, nor Qin Fangfang, who was resting to the side, gave her an extra glance!

In the past, let alone doing such dirty and tiring work, even sweeping the floor would make her parents feel sorry for her and they would rush to take the broom away from her to stop her from doing it.

What's wrong with her today? She's been working all day, and not a single word of even a polite expression of sympathy has been heard!

Qiao Mingzhu's hand suddenly paused, and her heart felt as if it were stuffed with a wad of wet cotton, making her extremely flustered.

Could it be... that her parents are still angry about her sleeping with her older brother?

She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, and could only keep her head down and continue wiping the table frantically, not daring to even breathe, let alone take the initiative to ask.

Not far away, Qin Fangfang glanced at Qiao Mingzhu, who was engrossed in her work, out of the corner of her eye, and a fleeting feeling of pity flashed through her mind.

After all, she was his precious daughter whom he had cherished and doted on for twenty years since she was a child. How could he not feel sorry for her when he saw her doing such rough work?

But this nascent feeling of reluctance was instantly suppressed by the images in her mind of her relatives pointing their fingers and cursing her for "incest" and "beast" during the day!

Even though she's the daughter she's loved for so many years, what kind of thing is this?!

Qin Fangfang pressed her throbbing temples in pain.

If it weren't for the fact that he had truly cherished her like the apple of his eye for the past twenty years, based on her despicable acts of seducing his elder brother and disgracing the Qiao family, her husband Qiao Shouguo would have slapped her to death today!

The Qiao family has completely lost face today! No matter how you look at it, Qin Fangfang can't give this adopted daughter a kind look right now.

Meanwhile, sitting on the broken sofa, Qiao Shouguo's gaze swept coldly over Qiao Mingzhu, who was busy in the yard, like a venomous snake chilled to the bone, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

This is all the work of that jinx!

If Qiao Shouguo had known that she appeared well-behaved on the surface but was actually a lewd vixen, he would never have allowed her to stay in the Qiao family!

If it weren't for her, how could the Qiao family have become the laughingstock of the entire compound?!

If it weren't for her, how could his son, Qiao Lijun, the company commander he was always so proud of, have made such a shocking and disastrous mistake that ruined his future?!

Qiao Shouguo raised her for a full twenty years! He fed her the best food, dressed her in the finest clothes, and even after their biological daughter was found, they still protected and favored her.

In the end, is this how she repays the Qiao family?!

She seduced his only son, ruining the reputation that the Qiao family had built up over generations, and completely destroying the good marriage that the Zhou family couldn't afford to offend! What an ungrateful wretch!

Qiao Shouguo felt so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He squeezed the cigarette butt between his two fingers until it was deformed, and he didn't even notice the scalding ash falling onto the back of his hand.

Ultimately, in the rigid, traditional, and patriarchal nature of Qiao Shouguo, the only people he truly loved were himself and his son Qiao Lijun, who could carry on the family line.

Just then, Qiao Lijun, drenched in sweat, finished moving the last few tables. He went to the kettle, poured himself a glass of warm water, strode over to Qiao Shouguo, and respectfully handed it to him: "Dad, have some water. Thank you for letting me marry Mingzhu today. Don't worry, Mingzhu and I will definitely take good care of you and Mom from now on."

Qiao Shouguo disdainfully lifted his eyelids and glanced indifferently at his son, who had been blinded by beauty.

He took the water glass, forcibly suppressing the surging anger in his chest. Leaning forward, he demanded through gritted teeth in a voice only the father and son could hear, "Lijun, tell Dad the truth! Was it Mingzhu who seduced you?!"

Qiao Lijun was stunned for a moment, his pupils contracted slightly, and then he shook his head decisively: "No, Dad, it was my own initiative. It was all my idea, please don't blame Mingzhu."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes somewhat guiltily, desperately trying to banish the unpleasant images from his mind.

He took on all the responsibility in front of his father, but was the truth really as he said?

He could never forget the day he returned from the Zhou family after the engagement was called off. Mingzhu cried her eyes out, clinging tightly to his waist and refusing to let go. She cried and shouted that she had loved him since she was a child, that she would rather die than marry that cripple Zhou Liguang, and that she only wanted to marry him, Qiao Lijun, in this life.

He couldn't forget last night, when Mingzhu, dressed in a thin nightgown, pressed her burning hot body against him like a water snake...

"Foolish! You're utterly foolish!"

Qiao Shouguo's irritable yet suppressed growl abruptly interrupted Qiao Lijun's recollection.

The old father was so angry that his hands trembled, and water spilled from his glass: "You are my only son, Qiao Shouguo! I've had so many hopes for you since you were little, expecting you to bring honor to the family! But what have you done? Look at yourself now! Indulging in romantic love, unable to even control your lower body! Do you know how badly this will affect you in the army? It could ruin your future, your reputation, and even tarnish the family business and face!"

"Dad! No way!" Qiao Lijun interrupted him urgently, his eyes filled with a stubbornness. "None of what you're saying matters! I can fight for my future with my own life! Besides, Mingzhu and I aren't related by blood. Even if others gossip behind our backs and don't like it, they can't say anything about us openly!"

Hearing these stubborn words, Qiao Shouguo was so angry that his head was buzzing and his vision was going black.

He tried everything, from kind words to harsh ones, but his son seemed to be under a spell and had lost his mind, refusing to listen to any reasoning!

"Fine! Do as you please!" Qiao Shouguo closed his eyes weakly, waved his hand wearily, and looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Qiao Lijun nodded with a sigh of relief: "Dad, don't be angry. I will show you my abilities with my actions, and I will let you know that I made the right decision to marry her!"

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation and strode over to help Qin Fangfang move things in the yard.

Qiao Shouguo leaned back on the sofa, watching his son's resolute and stubborn back, his heart filled with the helplessness and sorrow of an old father. At the same time, a surge of overwhelming resentment welled up in his heart, transferring all of it to Qiao Mingzhu, who was washing a rag not far away.

His son, Qiao Lijun, was an excellent student from a young age and was also outstanding and capable in the army!

If it weren't for that little slut Qiao Mingzhu deliberately seducing him, how could his son have become such a shameless and insane person?! He wouldn't have done something so self-destructive! All the blame lies with that vixen!

At this moment, in the corner of the courtyard, Qiao Mingzhu was squatting alone by the basin of water.

The wind picked up at night, and the well water was icy cold.

She silently washed the rag. Her delicate little hands, which she used to use only for playing the piano and painting, were now soaking in cold water, frozen red and stiff like two carrots.

But she didn't dare to stop.

Because she keenly noticed that the way Qin Fangfang and Qiao Shouguo looked at her just now was completely different from before!