Ji Xiuran's eyes fell on her wrist, and he suddenly sneered: "Sometimes you are not useless, at least no one is better than you at pleasing the old lady."
Zhao Ningchu heard the ridicule in his words and raised her eyes to look at him: "What are you talking about?"
"The prerequisite for owning the old lady's 10% equity is to have children, what? Do you want to give me a child?"
Zhao Ningchu didn't expect him to say that, and her cheeks suddenly turned red.
"You...? Who, who wants to give you a child?"
"It seems you are quite self-aware."
Zhao Ningchu was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Ji Xiuran came closer to her and whispered in her ear: "Do you think I would let a dirty woman be pregnant with my seed?"
When Zhao Ningchu heard this, his face immediately turned pale.
She couldn't help but tremble all over, and looked at the man in front of her in horror.
"Ji Xiuran, you still don't believe me?"
Ji Xiuran said nothing.
Zhao Ningchu continued: "Since you don't believe me, why don't you agree to divorce me?"
"dream."
After Ji Xiuran said these two words indifferently, he turned around and left.
After dinner in the evening, Ji Xiuran and Xia Chengan's father talked about things. Xia Chengan saw that Zhao Ningchu was a little sleepy, so he took him to Ji Xiuran's bedroom.
"Little aunt, this is uncle's bedroom. You can stay here peacefully tonight."
Zhao Ningchu was stunned, was he really going to sleep with Ji Xiuran tonight?
"Nono, are there any other rooms?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I think I'd better sleep in the guest room."
"How about that? You and my uncle are husband and wife, and you want to sleep in the same bed. OK, my uncle will be with you in a moment."
After saying that, he walked away humming a tune, completely forgetting that during the day he was still crying because of his broken love.
This was the first time Zhao Ningchu came to Ji Xiuran's bedroom. She looked at the decoration style of the entire room. There were several posters of football stars on the walls.
There is a bookshelf on one wall filled with various trophies and photos.
Zhao Ningchu walked in and took a look, and couldn't help but sigh: Sure enough, he was very good when he was in school.
Zhao Ningchu looked at the trophy casually, and finally his eyes fell on a photo frame.
In the photo, there is a row of boys wearing football uniforms. Among the boys, there is a girl holding a football, and behind the girl, Ji Xiuran is standing.
Zhao Ningchu was fascinated by what he saw. It turns out that Ji Xiuran looked very sunny when he was in school, why did he become so fierce now?
Zhao Ningchu's eyes moved to the girl.
It always looks familiar, like I've seen it somewhere.
Just when Zhao Ning was looking at it in ecstasy, a deep voice came from the door.
"Who told you to mess with things in my room?"
Zhao Ningchu was so frightened by the sudden sound that his hands shook. He lost his grip and the photo frame in his hand fell to the ground. With a bang, the glass shattered all over the floor.
Zhao Ningchu was so frightened that he suddenly came to his senses: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
After saying that, he quickly squatted down and picked up the photo.
The next second, someone grabbed my wrist: "Stand away!"
After Ji Xiuran finished speaking, he pushed her hard. Zhao Ningchu stumbled and his hands suddenly rested on the glass ballast on the ground.
Suddenly, there was a stinging pain in the palm of my hand.
She quickly raised her hand and saw that several pieces of broken glass were stuck into her palm.
Zhao Ningchu looked at Ji Xiuran. The panic that had never appeared on Ji Xiuran's face made Zhao Ningchu's heart skip a beat.
Does he care about this photo or someone in the photo?
The answer is unknown.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it."
Ji Xiuran turned to look at her, with undisguised disgust in his eyes: "Get out."
Zhao Ningchu's heart tightened. At this moment, she ignored the pain in her palms and explained in a panic: "I really didn't mean it. If you hadn't suddenly made a sound to scare me, I wouldn't have..."
"That's enough, I don't want to hear your explanation, get out."
Before Zhao Ningchu finished speaking, Ji Xiuran interrupted her and shouted loudly.
Zhao Ningchu was stunned by this roar.
My nose was a little sore, and tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably.
She felt extremely wronged at the moment. What was the purpose of marrying Ji Xiu?
"Ji Xiuran, why are you so mean? It's just a broken picture frame. You're here...what are you doing?"
Before she finished speaking, Ji Xiuran grabbed her hand and pulled her out. Then when he walked to the door, he gave her a hard shake and threw her out.
Zhao Ningchu couldn't stand on her feet and sat heavily on the ground. When she came to her senses, Ji Xiuran had already closed the door heavily.
Zhao Ningchu sat on the ground and stared blankly at the closed door.
This unstable dog man was really too difficult to take care of, and he even kicked her out of the house late at night.
Zhao Ningchu felt so angry that her teeth itched.
Suddenly, Xia Chengan's gloating voice reached her ears.
"Hey, some people were very proud just now. What happened now? They were thrown out directly."
Zhao Ningchu subconsciously tightened her hands, and suddenly, she felt a stinging pain in her palms that made her take a breath of air.
She raised her injured left hand and looked at it. The glass seemed to have penetrated a little, no wonder it hurt so much.
Xia Chengan's eyes fell on her bloody palm, and his expression changed: "You are injured."
Zhao Ningchu got up from the ground without a care and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you."
After saying that, he passed Xia Chengan and went directly downstairs.
But he had just taken two steps when Xia Chengan grabbed his wrist.
Zhao Ningchu struggled: "What are you doing, let go!"
Xia Chengan ignored her, dragged her into his room, closed the door, and then let go of her.
Zhao Ningchu looked at the young man in front of him warily: "What are you going to do?"
Xia Chengan sneered and walked towards the girl step by step: "What to do? What do you think I will do to you?"
"Xia Cheng'an, I'm your aunt. Don't mess around. If you do, I'll call someone."
Hearing this, Xia Chengan smiled disdainfully: "Aunt? My uncle doesn't like you at all."
Having said this, Xia Chengan paused for a moment, and then continued: "No, it should be said that my uncle hates you. Otherwise, you would have been injured, and he would have kicked you out of the house."
This sentence is like uncovering Zhao Ningchu's scar that has not yet healed, revealing the bloody surface inside, and this surface is something Zhao Ningchu doesn't want people to know or see.
Xia Chengan looked at the girl's somewhat lonely look and couldn't help but feel irritated.
He turned around, took out a small medical box from the closet and placed it on the coffee table.
When Zhao Ning first saw this, she was a little surprised. She didn't expect Xia Chengan to be so kind. It seemed that she had misunderstood him just now.
"I'll do it myself."
Zhao Ningchu spoke.
"What? You think I want to help you treat your wounds? You have a pretty good idea."
Zhao Ningchu:......
Okay, I take back my previous thoughts.
How could such a bad person be so kind? He must have taken out the medical kit because he was afraid that he would die of excessive blood loss.
Zhao Ningchu responded calmly: "Oh, I'm sorry, I misunderstood."
After saying that, he sat on the sofa and found a bottle of iodophor in the medical kit, then held it with his right hand against the palm of his injured left hand.
Maybe it was because of the injury to my right hand that I couldn't exert my strength, but fortunately I was sprayed with iodine, although it was not very even.
Glass does not absorb iodine, so the fragments were clearly visible in Zhao Ningchu's palm at this moment.
Xia Chengan was stunned when he saw the glass shards in her palm.
He didn't expect that there would be so many and such serious injuries, and Zhao Ningchu remained silent.
Zhao Ningchu was actually in pain, and her arm was numb from the pain. She found the tweezers with her right hand and tried to pick out the glass fragments, but her right hand was inconvenient and she couldn't pick it up at all.
She simply threw the tweezers aside and used her hands to do it.
One.
Two.
Three.
Xia Chengan couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward and grabbed her right hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Xia Chengan woke up as if from a dream, secretly cursing his impulsiveness, he cursed under his breath and got up to open the door.
When he saw Ji Xiuran standing at the door with a dark face, he was stunned.
"Uncle, you..."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Xiuran passed him and walked towards Zhao Ningchu.