Exile after Divorce? Empty the Scumbag Husband First!-Chapter 118 - 116: I Wanted to Give You a Chance, but I Never Expected You to Be So Narrow-Minded and Beyond Redemption
She suddenly reacted, her face changing dramatically as she turned to Mr. Ruan, but Mr. Ruan’s gaze had already turned icy cold at that moment.
"Father..."
Before the words were finished, Mr. Ruan had already slapped her!
A fierce slap landed on Ruan Jiao’s cheek.
Instantly, she felt a numb sensation, and her mouth twitched.
"I wanted to give you a chance, but I didn’t expect you to be so narrow-minded and beyond redemption!!"
"Ruan Jiao, since your young mother gave birth to you, I have never wronged you and your mother. You have never lacked food or drink; your clothing and living conditions were never inferior to Mianmian’s since childhood."
"Back when the marriage was arranged, I was even thinking about finding a good family for you, not worse than the family Mianmian chose initially. But you...you shamelessly entangled yourself with an outsider, forcing us to agree to you entering Uncle’s Mansion as a concubine."
"Back then you swore you wanted to sever ties!! Now fine, then sever ties! From now on, you don’t need to carry the Ruan name anymore. Whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with us!! Get lost!"
"No, father, father, please listen to my explanation. I was just panicking, and when people panic, it’s easy to go against their true intentions and do wrong!"
Ruan Jiao rushed over, hugging Mr. Ruan’s leg, but it was too late; the last bit of family affection had been cut off by her own hands!
Mr. Ruan kicked her away, Ruan Jiao crashed into a withered branch, her face got cut again, and blood oozed out.
She clutched at her bleeding wound, terrified, and broke into tears.
Not far away, Ruan Mian smiled faintly and turned to go down the mountain.
However, just as she reached the riverbank, a figure suddenly lunged at her...
"Help! Help!"
Before Ruan Mian could react, Zhu Qin’er grabbed her leg.
Behind her followed Zheng Zhao, running with a large rock in his hand, looking furious.
At this moment, it was obvious Zhu Qin’er’s face had been hit several times, and most of her head was covered in blood.
Ruan Mian’s face changed slightly, blocking in front of him: "Zheng Zhao, are you attempting murder?"
"My family matter is none of your business!! Today I will kill this woman! Get out of the way!"
He finished speaking and lunged at Zhu Qin’er, scaring her into curling up, trembling.
Ruan Mian decisively twisted his hand backward, snatched the stone, and smashed it towards Zheng Zhao without hesitation.
The motion was swift and skilled, even Zheng Zhao himself didn’t react; his eyes turned black and he fainted.
Zhu Qin’er shuddered a few times and tried to run away.
But Ruan Mian caught her arm, meeting her panicked gaze, Ruan Mian asked, "How did you offend him to the point he wants to kill you?"
Earlier, Zheng Zhao clearly had murderous intent, not like yesterday when it was merely teaching a lesson.
At this moment, Zhu Qin’er couldn’t even stand. Ruan Mian looked down to find her foot badly swollen, and the instep was soaked with blood.
In other words, Zheng Zhao was violently abusive to her. If Ruan Mian hadn’t been there today, Zhu Qin’er might have been beaten to death by him.
It didn’t seem to be because of the previous day’s event.
But Zhu Qin’er was too scared to say a word. Seeing her in this state, Ruan Mian decided to speak.
"In this desolate place, running is a dead end. Once Zheng Zhao wakes up, you are completely without a way out."
"Zhu Qin’er, if you are in distress, you can tell me, perhaps I can help you, but if you don’t speak, I am powerless, and all that awaits you is a dead end."
Ruan Mian stepped forward, checked her pulse, and rolled up her sleeve, seeing there was no untouched place on her body.
With a frown, suddenly Zhu Qin’er broke down emotionally, kneeling and lying on the ground.
Ruan Mian comfortingly patted her shoulder: "Is he treating you like this related to your lost child?"
At the mention of the child, Zhu Qin’er finally couldn’t hold back and told her ordeal.
"The child, the child wasn’t lost, he... that soulless human sold him. I didn’t lose my mind, I was pretending. Today, he wanted to kill me because... because last night he found out that I knew he sold the child..."
Ruan Mian stood up all of a sudden: "Were the dozen children lost in your village two years ago, sold by him?"
Zhu Qin’er nodded in pain, acknowledging this.
Ruan Mian recalled what Mr. Xue said yesterday and realized.
So Zheng Zhao was a human trafficker? And he sold his own son so heartlessly?
That was his own son; the ancients valued continuation above all: "How could he be so ruthless to his own biological child?"
Zhu Qin’er replied in despair: "Because the child was sick, without a doctor, and was born missing an ear, so..."
"I was too weak! I couldn’t protect the child... it’s all my fault, all my fault..."
She repented incessantly in place, and Ruan Mian was also angry. After all, she chose to escape after knowing the truth, which led to more innocent children.
But on the other hand, she could understand Zhu Qin’er.
A wandering convict without any skills, once exposed, would only become a ghost under Zheng Zhao’s hands, even if she escaped, she couldn’t escape Wuheng’s soldiers.
Even if she escaped fortunately, a convict without household registration would only die on the streets.
Therefore, whenever children came near their house, she would pretend to be crazy to scare them away.
This was probably the last thing she could do.
Ruan Mian looked at Zheng Zhao and drew a dagger from her sleeve!
Just as she was about to finish him off, she suddenly thought of those innocent children sold, and the innocent parents among the convicts.
Sending him to the afterlife like this was too cheap for him.
She put the dagger away, a different idea forming in her mind.
She took Zhu Qin’er back to their basement, simply treated her wounds, and let Cui Zhu take care of her temporarily.
When it was late at night, and every household’s basement was dark, and people were about to sleep, only Zheng Zhao’s house had some movements outside.
The sleeping Zheng Zhao was awakened by this strange sound, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a child hanging upside down from the eaves, staring at him with a distorted face!
Zheng Zhao’s pupils suddenly shrank! He sprang up, rolled into a corner, trembling all over, speaking with a stutter.
"Who...who are you!!! Don’t come over!!"
The child swayed overhead, crying eerily: "Father...Father, don’t you recognize me? I’m your son..."
Hearing this, Zheng Zhao’s body violently trembled, his pants got wet, and he lost control of his bladder.
His lips began to tremble: "Son... Son, how are you here? What happened to you? Didn’t Father sell you to a good family, where you would have a good life?"
"Father, why did you sell me? I’m your own son, I miss you, I miss mother."
Zheng Zhao turned pale with fright, hurriedly kneeling and kowtowing.
"Father did it for your own good, following Father would only lead to a bitter life, unlike those children, who are unrelated to Father, wherever they were sold Father wouldn’t ask a word."
"When Father sold you, he inquired everywhere and even spent silver to bribe others, the family who bought you is powerful and wealthy in Lanqiang, you..."
As he spoke halfway, words failed him, he kept kowtowing, only hoping the child would spare him.
