NFBE Chapter 162 I Don't Want Her as My Daughter-in-Law
Chapter 162 I Don't Want Her as My Daughter-in-Law
Looking at the trembling person in front of him, Qian Laoshui felt a surge of lust, making him want to vent his desires immediately. However, remembering that she was the culprit who had brought him misfortune, his lust quickly turned into a domineering desire for control and revenge.
The pain and humiliation she felt made Li Yuemei scream uncontrollably. Her face was filled with despair and hatred, tears streaming down her face, and she was on the verge of collapse.
In the next room, Qian Yitong, lying on the bed, pleaded with Zhao Chunhua, who had just entered the room.
"Mother! Please take my cousin home! Mother, she's so pitiful! Please, Mother!"
"Shut up! Didn't you want her to be your wife? Everyone knows you married a good wife who doesn't mind that you're paralyzed in bed. That's enough!"
"Mother! I don't want her as my daughter-in-law anymore. Mother—send my cousin back! Send her back—"
Qian Yitong listened to the screams coming from next door and pounded the bed with his fists.
Seeing this, Zhao Chunhua knew that her son felt sorry for Li Yuemei, and she felt very uncomfortable.
"One Bucket, don't forget, you're in this state because of that bitch. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be lying in bed all day."
Qian Yitong was about to say that none of this had anything to do with his cousin, and that he had only himself to blame.
Zhao Chunhua looked impatient, picked up her things, and walked out.
Qian Yitong was left alone, listening to screams, creaking wooden beds, and the sound of whips being lashed coming from next door.
For a moment, he seemed dazed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he remained silent.
……
Li Yuemei silently endured the physical pain when suddenly, her abdomen spasmed violently, followed by an overwhelming wave of intense pain.
She fell backwards onto the bed while kneeling, and bright red blood began to flow from between her legs.
Upon seeing this, Qian Laoshui immediately stood up, cursed loudly, dressed, and called Zhao Chunhua to clean up.
Li Yuemei clutched her stomach tightly, her face pale, the excruciating pain in her abdomen unbearable.
It felt like being crushed by a sharp stone; the pain made her break out in a cold sweat.
Zhao Chunhua entered, bewildered, and found a pool of blood on the bed. She cursed angrily, "Damn old man!"
It gets all dirty, and you have to clean it yourself.
She quickly moved Li Yuemei to the woodshed, leaving her to fend for herself there.
As she was leaving, she rolled her eyes at Li Yuemei: "It's a good thing the bastard is gone. Just bear with it, it'll pass after a few days of bleeding."
Li Yuemei bit her lower lip hard; the pain had completely overwhelmed her body and mind, and she no longer cared about saying anything.
As night fell, Qian Yitong waited until his parents were asleep. He struggled to move his body, crawled to the bedside, and, with a clenched fist and gritted teeth, dragged his heavy, numb legs off the bed.
He then touched a pancake hidden in his chest before crawling outside.
He climbed with great difficulty, using his elbows to move forward, and trying not to make any noise so as not to wake the sleeping people.
When he reached the outside of the woodshed, he looked up at the bolted door. This was the first time he had stepped out of the house since he broke his leg, and he had never realized that the bolt was so high up, so high that he could not even see it.
Qian Yitong looked around the yard and found a carrying pole near the water bucket.
He moved his arm and laboriously crawled over to get the carrying pole.
There was no way to carry the pole while crawling forward.
He had no choice but to push the carrying pole forward first, and then move towards the door with all his might.
Qian Yitong never imagined that such a short distance would take him so much time and effort.
He moved slowly and silently, leaving a clear trail of dirt where he crawled.
Finally, he reached the door of the woodshed, and after struggling to sit down on the ground, he began to use the other end of the carrying pole to push the latch.
"Boom!"
The wobbly bolt slammed against the door, making a loud noise in the night.
Qian Yitong froze instantly, straining his ears to listen to the sounds coming from his parents' room. After a while, when he still didn't hear any movement from them, he gently pushed open the door.
Li Yuemei, who was lying on the pile of firewood, was startled awake. She turned her head to look at the door, but could not see anyone through it.
Soon, the door was pushed open, and he saw Qian Yitong lying on the ground.
"Don't be afraid, cousin. I've brought you some food."
Qian Yitong first reached his dirty hand over the threshold, then used his elbow to brace himself and dragged his leg in.
He entered the woodshed and smelled a strong stench of blood; his cousin's clothes were also filthy.
In that instant, he was as if he were nailed to the spot, unable to move forward even an inch.
Li Yuemei looked at the disabled man in front of her with disgust, but a sense of pleasure flashed through her heart as she saw his disheveled appearance.