Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Xia Qingqing brought a basket of vegetables home, put them directly into the kitchen, and said, "I'll eat lunch at home."

Mother Yang had a sullen face and said nothing, but she reached for the basket.

"Deaf or dumb?"

Xia Qingqing raised her voice and kicked Yang's mother on the calf.

Mother Yang knelt on the ground in pain, her knees banged hard, and her face was distorted by the pain. She could only endure the humiliation and replied: "I heard it!"

"Don't make me ask you again. If you don't want to do it, go to hell!"

Xia Qingqing looked at her coldly. Mother Yang gritted her teeth and lowered her head to hide the hatred in her eyes. She really wanted to kill this bitch.

"Want to kill me? Go and complain to Director Yi? You old woman, go ahead and complain, and see if anyone believes you. Now everyone outside knows that your Yang family is full of thieves and prostitutes, and you have no regard for human ethics. You, an old woman, raised three gangster children and beat your relatives to death. Not even ghosts believe what you say. Even if I beat you to death now, as long as I go outside and say that you started it first and I had no choice but to resist, do you think they will believe me?"

Xia Qingqing's gentle voice echoed in Yang's mother's ears, so arrogant, so presumptuous. Yang's mother was so angry that her whole body was shaking, her lips were trembling, and there was no color at all.

But she felt sad in her heart, because what this bitch said was true, but no one believed her. It was obvious that she was telling the absolute truth, but no one believed her. Those people even asked her to drink boy's urine. It was so vicious.

"Get to work quickly!"

Xia Qingqing's expression suddenly changed, and she kicked Yang's mother again, as if she were treating a lowly slave. Yang's mother struggled to get up, and she saw the kitchen knife on the chopping board. At this time, Xia Qingqing had her back to her.

A crazy thought came to her mind: the bitch would be dead if she just chopped her with a kitchen knife.

Mother Yang reached for the kitchen knife with trembling hands. Her eyes became more and more crazy. Just as she was about to get the knife, Xia Qingqing suddenly turned around and looked at her sarcastically.

"I...I'll cut vegetables!"

Mother Yang was so frightened that she trembled and stammered to explain, but her panicked expression and forehead covered with cold sweat showed that she was lying.

Xia Qingqing sneered and glanced at the kitchen knife, and asked sarcastically: "You want to chop me with the kitchen knife?"

"No...no!"

Mother Yang shuddered again and subconsciously took a few steps back. She was afraid of being beaten. It would hurt too much if this bitch hit her.

"You old woman, don't you know that I have eyes on my back? And if you kill me, it's life for life. You can get shot, and Yang Guozhu can marry a young and beautiful woman to enjoy his life. You are really great, willing to sacrifice yourself to pave the way for Yang Guozhu!"

Xia Qingqing seemed not to notice the kitchen knife in her hand. She slowly approached and said something that made Yang's mother feel heavier and heavier. She didn't want to do it. She was not that great. Why should Yang Guozhu marry a young and beautiful woman to enjoy life?

"Work hard. At least I will be impartial and fair. If I slap you, I will definitely slap Yang Guozhu in the face as well. You will suffer the same!"

Xia Qingqing took the kitchen knife from Yang's mother's hand and gently controlled her.

Mother Yang looked a little dazed. Why did she feel that what this little bitch said made sense and was even fair?

If he slapped her but not Yang Guozhu, she would be so angry that she would die!

Yang's mother, who had been successfully brainwashed, dared not resist Xia Qingqing anymore, but she also didn't want to work. After all, there was someone in the family who could be enslaved by her, and she was not at the bottom of the food chain in the family.

Yang's mother went to find He Qian with a haughty attitude and started beating and scolding her again. He Qian had many more wounds on her body and the hatred in her eyes became more and more intense, but Yang's mother didn't know that she was still venting her anger even more fiercely.

"At noon, stir-fry the leeks, steam the pork floss, stir-fry the vegetables, and make more rice. Xia Qingqing wants to eat."

Yang's mother held a feather duster in her hand and hit He Qian every time she spoke. If He Qian moved a little slower, the feather duster would hit her and she would shiver in pain.

"Are you ready to make lunch? Go mop the floor upstairs!"

Xia Qingqing came over and scolded her. Mother Yang glared at He Qian angrily, then took the mop and went upstairs to mop the floor.

He Qian washed the leeks expressionlessly. She looked like a ghost crawling out of a grave, scary even in broad daylight.

Xia Qingqing took the watering can to water the flowers. As she watered, she muttered to herself, "They are so beautiful. It's a pity that they can't be placed in the room. How can such beautiful flowers be poisonous?"

He Qian paused in the kitchen while washing vegetables. She walked out and saw the beautiful yellow azaleas blooming in the patio. She thought of what Xia Qingqing and Grandpa Li had said that day. Her lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, as if a flame was burning.

It was she who called her family to make trouble. Her father was dead, and her mother and brother must hate her to death. Even if she got divorced, she had nowhere to go. She had been abandoned by this world.

He Qian clenched her fists. She wanted to avenge her father, her child, and herself. She was dying anyway, and before she died, she wanted to kill all these people!

After watering the flowers, Xia Qingqing went upstairs.

After a while, Master Ba flew in from the window and said, "I picked a dozen flowers and fried them all in chives and eggs."

Xia Qingqing smiled, everything was in her plan, but He Qian was planning to poison her as well, that was great, she originally still had a little bit of guilt, but now it was completely gone.

Mr. Ba came and left in a hurry. He also asked Xia Qingqing for a string of glass beads and flew away to coax his little lark.

Xia Qingqing took half a detoxification pill in advance and went downstairs.

He Qian prepared the meal and put three dishes on the table: stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs with leeks, and steamed pork floss. Old man Yang came back on his bike, looking even paler than yesterday.

He hasn't recovered yet. Assemblers do physical work. Although he slacked off in the morning, he still couldn't handle it and had to take a leave in the afternoon.

The four of them sat together to eat, and no one spoke. Mother Yang picked up a piece of fried egg with chives and chewed it for a few times, then frowned and asked, "Why is it a bit bitter?"

Old man Yang also took a bite of the leek egg and found it a little bitter. He looked at Xia Qingqing with an alert expression.

Xia Qingqing calmly picked up a piece of chives and ate it. After chewing it for a few times, she frowned and said, "Who cooked it? The chives are fried like this. It's useless to eat them!"

"What she cooked is useless crap. She can't even cook a dish properly!"

Yang's mother was afraid of being beaten, so she pointed at He Qian and cursed at her.

He Qian lowered her head and ate without saying a word, but she picked up a few pieces of leeks with her chopsticks and ate them with relish.

"You're not afraid of being stuffed to death after eating so much. Chives are so expensive, are you worthy of eating them?"

Mother Yang felt distressed. Chives must be expensive nowadays, so she didn't mind the bitterness and rushed to pick up a few pieces with chopsticks to eat. Old man Yang ate three bites and stopped because he didn't like the bitter taste.

Xia Qingqing also ate two bites and then stopped picking up any more leeks. The whole plate of leeks was basically eaten by He Qian and Yang's mother.

Mother Yang took a toothpick to pick her teeth and went into the house with old man Yang to discuss important matters concerning their two sons. He Qian was cleaning up in the kitchen.

Xia Qingqing was sitting in the living room resting, actually eavesdropping on the conversation between the two old guys.

"A Director Huang has agreed to help, but he has a big appetite. I plan to give him all five shops, and Hong Jie and Hong Bing should be able to come out!" said Old Man Yang.

"There are only five shops in the family. If we give them all to him, what will we eat?" Yang's mother was anxious. She was still counting on the rent from the shops for her retirement.

Xia Qingqing in the living room also frowned. How dare someone sell her shop? Is this old man tired of living?