Huang Qiao struggled with all her strength, but to no avail. Under him, she still had no power to bind the chicken...
She sighed deeply, no longer struggling, lying in the car and no longer resisting...
"Why, gave up?" Xiang Zichen raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Huang Qiao proudly.
Huang Qiao turned her head away, not wanting to see his evil face. Seeing her reaction, Xiang Zichen suddenly let go of his hand: "It's boring, I still like people with a stronger temper."
Huang Qiao stood up, arranged her dress, and glared at Xiang Zichen...
Neither of the two people in the car were talking, but remained extremely silent.
Early next morning
Huang Qiao got up at six o'clock on time. Just as she was about to cook, she saw Xiang's mother sitting in the living room waiting for her with a newspaper in her hand.
"Mom, morning." Although she didn't like Xiang Zichen's mother, she still didn't forget the basic etiquette.
"Look at the good things you have done." Mother Xiang looked gloomy and threw the newspaper on the ground...
She knelt down and carefully picked up the newspaper and opened it, feeling instantly ashamed and angry...
The headline was the scene where the two were passionate in the car yesterday. Although the face was not very clear, you could still tell it was her.
The white dress, the shoulder straps slipped down, Xiang Zichen's hands tightly grasped her breasts, the posture was extremely ambiguous.
"What's going on? Isn't it embarrassing enough? Now it's better, it's on the headlines, are you satisfied?" The old lady's voice was cold, and Huang Qiao knew that she would inevitably be blamed again.
"Mom, this... I didn't expect a reporter to secretly take photos." Huang Qiao didn't know how to explain it for a while.
"I didn't expect that? You can even steal a woman from your sister's man, what else can't you do?" The old witch began to make vicious remarks.
Huang Qiao remained silent. Indeed, what she said was true.
"Bitch, you have disgraced the Xiang family." The old witch cursed fiercely.
Huang Qiao pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "Then didn't your son's gossip with those female stars often appear in the newspapers before?"
"What did you say?" the old witch asked, raising her voice.
"I said, didn't your son often appear in newspapers before he got married? It's not the first time anyway." Huang Qiao couldn't help but uttered all the grievances in her heart.
"You dare to refute my words, you are so brave, Michelle, here comes the cane." The old witch obviously found a reason to punish her.
Huang Qiao sneered: "It seems your son is right. What else can you do besides these childish tricks?"
The old witch's face turned livid with anger: "Michelle, lock her in the warehouse. Don't let her out before dark. Don't give her food and water. Let her face the wall and think about her mistakes."
"Yes." The housekeeper came over expressionlessly: "Please, young lady."
Huang Qiao dropped the newspaper on the ground, raised her head and followed the housekeeper...
"This woman is really disgusting." The old witch cursed in a low voice.
"Why, Mom, she made you angry again." Xiang Zichen walked down the stairs and said with a smile.
"It's not you. It really makes me sick to marry such a bitch." The old witch complained to her son in dissatisfaction.
"Mom, isn't it your pleasure to torture her? You should be happy." Xiang Zichen walked to the dining table, picked up the milk and started drinking it slowly.
"Zi Chen, invite Yu Ting over for dinner when you have time. I want to meet her." After saying this, the old witch pushed the wheelchair and left.
Xiang Zichen smiled and shook his head, expressing that he did not understand what his mother was thinking. Why was it windy and rainy...
Picking up the bread on the table, he thought for a moment, then walked to the warehouse. Through the small window on the door, he wrapped the bread in oil-absorbing paper and threw it in: "Eat some, it won't be a long day."
"Don't worry about it." Huang Qiao knew he was outside the door.
"Tch, you think I'm helping you. Only when you're full can you slowly accept my torture." After saying this, Xiang Zichen turned and left.
Huang Qiao used the dim light to pick up the bread he threw in and ate it tastelessly...