Three days later, Yang's father was sitting in the middle of the living room having breakfast when he heard the sound of the door being slapped.
Hearing the noise, the woman came out with her child in her arms. She was very surprised. After all, she had lived here for so long and had never been close to her neighbors. She didn't know who would knock on the door.
Yang's father was interrupted while eating and couldn't help but frown.
"Who is it?"
The woman was afraid that Father Yang would lose his temper, so she stepped forward and opened the door.
However, just as the door was opened, it was pushed open by a strong force.
"……ah!"
The woman was still holding the child with one hand, but when she was pushed by the force, the child in her hand almost fell out of her hands.
He screamed in fright, hugged the child tightly with both hands, and stepped back several steps before he could steady himself.
"Guren, is the child okay?"
Father Yang dropped the bowl, stepped forward quickly, hugged the woman, and looked anxiously at the child in her arms who was frightened by the sound just now and cried loudly.
Seeing that he was just frightened, he raised his head angrily and stared at the door.
"What a deep love between father and son. I didn't expect my father to care so much for his children."
Yang Yu stared at the child in the hands of the woman named Honglian with gloomy eyes, as if there was poison in his eyes.
The words he said were directed at Father Yang.
Standing next to him, supporting her body with a cane, was Ms. Li, whose face turned pale with anger.
Seeing Father Yang hugging the woman and child, this made her even more upset than before when Father Yang took away the family's money and ran away.
He stepped forward quickly with his crutches, pushed his son away who was standing in front of him, and asked loudly: "Yang Cheng, how can you be worthy of me?"
After saying that, he raised the crutch in his hand and hit the woman who was hugged by Yang's father.
When Father Yang, who was still feeling a little guilty in his heart, saw this, he immediately reached out angrily to block the crutch that was coming at him, and then shouted angrily: "You shrew, what are you crazy about?"
"Am I a shrew? Am I crazy?"
Ms. Li almost lost her balance and fell to the ground when her crutch was swung away by Yang's father.
When I heard his curse again, I pointed at my nose in surprise and looked at Father Yang in disbelief.
But he saw the jian woman protected by Yang's father holding the child, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, giving her a demonstrative smile.
Mrs. Li was so stimulated that blood suddenly rushed to her forehead. Originally, the crutch was intended to avoid Yang's father, but now it went crazy and hit Yang's father and the three of them all over their faces.
"Yes, I am crazy. I am a shrew. When you took away the family's money and ran away, leaving no way for us, mother and son, to survive, I was already crazy!"
Mrs. Li shouted while waving her cane hard and hitting Yang's father and the others. Yang's father wanted to protect the child, but the child was in Honglian's arms, so he naturally protected Honglian together.
Seeing his performance of protecting the calf, Mrs. Li was even more furious. She wished she could beat these two bitches, man and woman plus the bastard to death with a stick.
After all, the crutch is made of wood, and the back and arms that Father Yang protects are made of meat.
The crazy Mr. Li was swung and beaten like this. For a moment, he had no chance to fight back. He only screamed and yelled that he was a mad woman and wanted to divorce her.
These words were even more irritating, and Li, who was originally unable to move due to pain, became as fierce as a tiger.
Yang Yu watched with cold eyes, watching his mother beating his father so violently, without even the slightest thought of stepping forward and pulling them apart.
Even, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the child in the arms of the woman protected by Yang's father.
As if feeling Yang Yu's eyes, the child in the woman's arms cried even louder.
Father Yang felt even more distressed when he heard this, but he was already struggling to block the mad woman's crutches.
Hong Lian was also beaten with a cane from time to time. She was usually raised with tender skin and tender flesh, but she suddenly started crying when she suffered such pain.
At this moment, Yang Yu stepped forward, grabbed Honglian by the collar, and grabbed the child in her arms with the other hand.
Honglian subconsciously hugged the child tightly, but Yang Yu's hand grabbed the child's shoulder and held it tightly with his fingers, not caring that the child was crying because of the pain.
The two of them were each exerting force on the child. If Honglian didn't let go, the child would probably be injured even if it wasn't torn into two pieces.
How can a child who has only been born for a short period of time endure this kind of tearing?
Seeing the child crying in pain, Hong Lian was frightened and subconsciously let go of her hand. Yang Yu grabbed the child and pushed the woman to the ground with force.
He shouted to Yang's father who was still fighting with Mr. Li over there: "Father, since you don't want to give your son a way to survive, then let's reunite as a family neatly down below!"
After saying that, he held the child high, his eyes red, and prepared to throw it to the ground.
"don't want……"
"don't want……"
Hong Lian and Father Yang, who turned around to see this scene, shouted loudly in unison, Hong Lian's voice seemed extremely sad.
"Master, master, save Bao'er, save Bao'er!"
Hong Lian had already disheveled her hair because of the tear just now, but now she couldn't care about her own image. She fell on the ground and cried miserably to Father Yang.
"Hmph, son, if you throw this guy to death, your father wants to take advantage of the family's money and want to sleep with this girl and have a double interest. That's a pretty idea."
Li Madam shouted loudly to Yang Yu.
"Yu'er, stop, I'll help you pay back the money." Yang's father shouted loudly in desperation.
Yang Yu, who had almost let go of his hand and threw the child to the ground, subconsciously shrank his fingers when he heard Father Yang's urgent words.
Who wants to die if he can live?
What's more, he originally had a bright future.
"Yu'er, this is your brother, your biological brother, how can you bear to treat him like this?" Seeing Yang Yu's hesitant action, Yang's father quickly played the family card.
Hearing what Yang's father said, Yang Yu, who had a somewhat relaxed expression, suddenly became cold and hardened.
"Is this a bitch worthy of calling me a brother? You are really a good father to me. When I am in trouble, you add insult to injury. When this bitch is in trouble, you are willing to help with everything you have. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I am here
In my father's eyes, is he not even as good as a little finger of this king?"
Having said this, Yang Yu tried hard to pry off the child's little hand, only to hear a crisp click, and the child's cry suddenly resounded throughout the courtyard.
"You...how dare you?"
Hearing his youngest son's cry, Yang's father's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he pointed at Yang Yu and his eyes were about to burst.
"What's there to be afraid of? The father wants his son's life, but the son only broke one of his fingers. Why can't he be afraid?
Could it be that my father is still thinking of training this kind of talent and taking the imperial examination, so that he can get a royal decree for his shameless prostitute?"