“Wei Zhixuan, why are you here? Is this pig-head with you? ” Mrs. Yue recognized Wei Zhixuan and asked suspiciously.
“Second aunt, this… this pig head is Pingjian, your son!” Wei Zhixuan was about to cry. She didn’t recognize her own son, even until now! This second aunt was really brash, which was understandable considering her appearance.
“What? You said this is Pingjian?!” Mrs. Yue was shocked. Looking carefully, she finally recognized Yue Pingjian’s eyebrows and eyes. Although he looked like a pig-head right now, when she looked carefully, she realized it was indeed her own precious son.
“Son… My son, which wretch beat you up like this?! Even your bones are broken! Tell Mum, Mum will help you get revenge!” Mrs. Yue’s body trembled as she wailed.
Everyone there was speechless. Wasn’t this aunt a little too forgetful? Wasn’t she the wretch who had broken her own son’s ribs?
Mrs. Yue held her precious son tightly in her arms, crying and cursing. Yue Pingjian was beaten half to death by his own parents, and then was held tightly and shaken. Finally, he hold on no longer—his eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness.
“My son, why is your life so hard? If anything happens to you, what am I to do…” Mrs. Yue didn’t realize her son had fainted and still shook him and held him tightly.
“Second aunt, if you don’t let go of him, he really will end up dead.” Wei Zhixuan couldn’t watch anymore and shakily voiced out.
“Ah!” Mrs. Yue finally realized and quickly let go. Yue Pingjian had been squeezed until he was spitting out white foam. There was less Qi inside him than out, so she quickly put True Qi in him to help him breathe.
“Old man, what are you doing just standing there? Are you dead?!” Seeing Yue Qingjie standing aside, stunned, Mrs. Yue was so angry that she cursed him out. Her own precious son had been beaten to the point of not looking human anymore and only having half his life left, but this old man didn’t come to help and just stood there in a daze.
“Oh, Pingjian, my son… How are you?” Yue Qingjie finally regained his senses and rushed forward. He had really been shocked just now. He never thought that this person who he had kicked until his nose became crooked, and then got kicked by his wife until he was half-dead, was actually his own precious son. Seeing Yue Pingjian’s appearance, Yue Qingjie’s heart hurt like someone stabbed it with a knife, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
“You wicked old man, how can you do that? This is your own son! Even if you marry a vixen again and give birth to a little pest, you don’t have to go so far as to kick him dead!” Mrs. Yue burst into tears again and hammered Yue Qingjie.
Yue Qingjie’s old face twitched. ‘My kick was a little heavy, but it didn’t kill him. It was your kicks that broke his bones, so why are you blaming me instead?’ He thought that, but didn’t dare to say it out loud. He had married when he was middle-aged, and there was a great age gap between them. Therefore, he had always pampered and indulged her, thus helping her gain the title of ‘shrew’ in the Flowing Clouds Sect.
The people around felt their moods fluctuate as they watched this scene unfold. Once Ling Chuxi made a move, she would do it well—she had actually beaten the son up until his own mother couldn’t recognize him.
What would happen next?
