Reborn in the 1980s: Recapture My Devoted Husband-Chapter 922 - 766: Xie Lingzhi Hospitalized (Part 2)

Mei Langchi lay on the bed with his hands under his head, mocking, "Ye Qing, if you want to become a daughter-in-law of the Mei Family, you need to pay an equivalent price."

Ye Qing didn’t speak, her face cold as she glanced at Mei Langchi and directly went downstairs.

Only Mei Langchi and Hua Hua, the "father and son," were left in the room.

Hua Hua dared not approach to speak with Mei Langchi; the memory of last time was fresh, and he still had nightmares every day. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

He couldn’t understand why that night his mom and dad had to undress and fight on the bed. He heard his mom yelling and cried as he tried to pull dad away, only to be kicked to the ground by him.

He called for his mom, but she kept screaming and didn’t pay him any attention.

That night he was so scared, not daring to go out, huddled in a corner crying softly as he watched his mom and dad fighting on the bed, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on them, listening to his mom’s wretched screams, the longer he watched, the more terrified he became. The intense fear wrapped around him, making him unable to move; that night, he wet his pants.

When dawn came, dad hit mom again, and grandma also hit mom. He didn’t understand why they all wanted to hit his mom; he wished to protect her but was too small to do anything.

It would be great if Sister Xingxing were here; she would definitely have a solution.

When Sister Xingxing isn’t around, this place is terrifying. He doesn’t want to stay here; he wants to follow his mom back. But grandma said a lot of bad things about mom and told him not to think about her anymore.

He couldn’t figure out who was right. However, he obediently nodded at whatever they said, making the adults like him.

Hua Hua twisted his head to glance at Mei Langchi by the table, pondering that dad was sometimes nice to him. Eventually, he gathered courage and took his drawing in hand and went over.

"Dad."

Hua Hua called out to Mei Langchi, who continued gazing at the ceiling from the bed, not acknowledging him with even a glance.

Hua Hua blinked his big eyes and picked up the award-winning drawing from a few days ago. With anticipation, he said, "Dad, look, I drew this at school. The teacher said my drawing was fantastic and even rewarded me with a pencil."

With that, he brought the drawing of his dad, mom, and himself to the front, making it more visible to Mei Langchi.

At this moment, Mei Langchi reacted, dropping his gaze to the drawing. His formerly indifferent face immediately cracked with rage, as he suddenly sat up angrily.

"Get out!" A slap landed loudly on Hua Hua’s face.

Hua Hua was dazed on the floor, sitting for a long time before reacting, his mouth about to burst into a cry the next second. Sitting there, tear drops as large as peas were unchecked, his eyes swollen red from crying, full of tears, evoking sympathy.

The next moment, Mei Langchi’s anger scared his cry back sharply.

"Shut up, cry and I’ll break your leg. Get out, get far away, you hear?"

Hua Hua dared not make a sound, switching to sobbing, his eyes still full of tears that never stopped. He sat wiping his eyes endlessly, but never fully dry.

"Never draw those pictures again, you hear? You’re a bastard who doesn’t deserve it, understand?"

Hua Hua choked wordlessly, wiping tears while nodding his head.

Mei Langchi looked at the crying Hua Hua on the ground, his expression darkening. He knew treating a child that way was cruel, but every time he saw him, it reminded him of the disgrace Ye Qing brought.

Unwilling to look at Hua Hua like this, Mei Langchi exhaled deeply, preparing to leave.

Unexpectedly, a commotion arose outside, and it was obvious what was happening without needing to wonder.

Mei Langchi turned more frustrated and straightforwardly went to the second-floor study.

Leaving Hua Hua alone, sniffling and unconsoled, glancing around unsure where to go next....

"I asked you to wash some clothes, and you managed to ruin them this badly. Tell me, can you do anything right?" Old Mrs. Mei coldly glanced at Ye Qing, pointing at the nearly wrecked washing machine.

Ye Qing shrugged casually, replying, "Mom wanted me to wash clothes, so here I am, busy washing them. Such a big machine, how could I have wrecked it? I don’t even know whose laundry it was last time—the water didn’t drain completely, the drainage tube froze, and the water couldn’t get out. Naturally, I had to use something to smash the ice inside. What else could be done?"

"Frozen? You couldn’t pour some hot water on it? I think you did it on purpose," said Xie Lingzhi, eyeing the barely new washing machine in pained trembles.