The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man-Chapter 943 - Scar 1 (Please don’t skip chapters, full subscription)

Chapter 943: 943 Scar 1 (Please don’t skip chapters, full subscription)

Chapter 943: 943 Scar 1 (Please don’t skip chapters, full subscription)

“Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that!” She stretched her arms to wrap them around him from behind the wheelchair.

The window was ajar, and unless someone outside looked carefully, they wouldn’t be able to see inside.

He became frantic, his expression one of anger, “Let go of me now…”

But she just held on to him, “I won’t!”

“Tao Meijiao, you are an unmarried young Miss from a wealthy family!”

“I have chosen you.” She boldly sat on his thigh, “Xiao Qinghe, the moment I first saw you, I knew it was you!”

He was shocked by her bold actions, his handsome face flushing with embarrassment, and without hesitation, he pushed her away forcefully, “Have you no shame!”

She hadn’t expected him to push her away so forcefully; she fell onto the ground with a thud, not just in physical pain.

It was one thing for him to be ungrateful for her undignified declaration of love; his rejection was so severe that her eyes welled up with tears as she silently got up, opened the door, and walked out.

Xiao Qinghe watched her dejected figure leave, filled with guilt, but he couldn’t hold her back.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, afraid she would do something even more outrageous.

He had no intentions towards Miss Tao.

Rejecting her only meant guilt for hurting one person, incomparable to the excruciating pain he felt letting his wife go.

It made it even clearer how important his wife was to him.

Looking down at his disabled legs, a deep sense of inferiority filled his eyes.

He hated himself for being a useless person!

Seeing his third brother cheerfully picking out a wedding date with his wife in the yard, how he envied him.

He bit his lower lip; the man his wife had chosen was originally him.

If he hadn’t given up, if he hadn’t pushed her away, today, it would have been him, Xiao Qinghe, picking out a wedding date with his wife!

Agony caused him to clench his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his skin, drawing blood that trickled through his fingers, yet he felt no pain, just a heart-wrenching sorrow as if his heart had been gouged out.

Wang Xiangtai finished selecting an auspicious day for Xiao Yuchuan, took the money, uttered some auspicious words, and was just about to leave when he saw a line of people entering the Xiao Family’s courtyard.

He saw Liu Laoshi, Madam Liu, and Liu Xianglian enter the Xiao Family’s courtyard, followed by a bunch of villagers there to spectate.

Liu Haitang was among them, but she stood at the back, clearly not wanting to wade into troubled waters.

Upon entering the yard, Haitang’s gaze immediately searched for Xiao Yishan’s figure, but seeing no one, she kept silent.

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Xiao Yuchuan saw the Liu Family’s entrance and frowned, “What are you doing here?”

Madam Liu spoke up, “Oh, Chuan, I see you have Master Wang picking out a day for getting married.

Have you settled on a date?

Why not take my daughter Xianglian as your wife at the same time?”

The villagers who had come to gawk all wore expressions of head-shaking contempt, thinking to themselves how thick Madam Liu’s skin was; however, that’s just the way she was, and everyone was used to it.

“Madam Liu, have you lost your mind?” Xiao Yuchuan suddenly stood up from his chair, “Are you here to ask for a beating?”

Madam Liu was somewhat afraid of Chuan, and she hid behind Liu Laoshi, tugging on the sleeve of her husband, “Come on, say something!”

Although Liu Laoshi’s face showed some embarrassment, he was also fiercely annoyed, “Chuan, I’ve come to your home to talk things through.

Last time, you threw a stone and injured my daughter Xianglian’s forehead.

Now there’s a scar on her forehead.

She’s disfigured, a young lady with her appearance ruined; what do you expect her to do now?”

Liu Xianglian, who had been silent by his side, brushed aside the hair covering her forehead to reveal a scar the size of a fingernail.