Huang Qiao got up, put on her clothes and followed the housekeeper and walked down. The old witch told her that it was definitely not a good thing. Sure enough, as soon as she walked down, the old witch asked with a straight face: "I heard that you guys had a quarrel last night?"
"No, we just had a little dispute." Huang Qiao guessed that Michelle must have told the old witch, otherwise she would not have known so quickly.
"A little argument? Don't you know that in this family, arguments are not allowed?" Why did Xiang's mother think Huang Qiao didn't like her?
"I just want to go to work. He just doesn't agree. It's no big deal." Huang Qiao thought to herself that the old witch wouldn't care at this hour.
But she was wrong, because the old witch suddenly raised her voice: "What? You have to go to work? My dear young lady of the Xiang family, if you go to work, won't you embarrass us?"
Huang Qiao pursed her lips: "But doesn't the noble young lady also have to wash, cook and serve others?"
The old witch said solemnly: "Are you venting your dissatisfaction with me?"
"It doesn't mean that. I'm just talking about things." Huang Qiao crossed her fingers and said with her head lowered.
"It seems that you still don't understand what family law is? Michelle, bring me the cane."
When Huang Qiao heard that she was going to take the cane, she immediately became frightened. She still remembered how badly she was beaten last time? So she raised her head and asked, "What mistake did I make that you can't do this?"
Mother Xiang smiled and said, "I have the final say in this family, and I also decide the family law. If you don't accept it, you can get out of this family. No one will keep you."
Huang Qiao suddenly realized how contradictory the mother and son were. One wanted to keep her, the other wanted to drive her away...
"If your son didn't allow it, do you think I would stay in this home?" Huang Qiao looked at the old woman angrily.
"Michelle, why are you moving so slowly?"
The housekeeper immediately took out the cane and stood behind Huang Qiqiao waiting for instructions...
"What are you looking at, why don't you fight me?" Mother Xiang sneered.
The long and thick cane hit her back, making a sound of flesh colliding with each other. Huang Qiao fell to the ground, and long blood marks appeared again on her back...
"Are you still fighting?" Michelle looked at her master mechanically.
"No need, beating her to death will be a problem. Lock her up." After saying that, the old witch pushed the wheelchair and left.
Huang Qiao was lifted up by the servant and thrown into the dark warehouse like trash...
Since entering this home, she seems to have never shown a bright smile...
In the evening, Xiang Zichen came back and was surprised when he didn't see Huang Qiao during dinner: "Where is she?"
"I locked him in the warehouse." Mother said coldly.
"Oh." He never had any objections to his mother's orders, nor did he dare to.
After finishing the meal, he waited for his mother to go upstairs before going to the warehouse to pick her up. Her hair was flying freely, and the collar of her shirt on her chest was slightly open, looming.
For a moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable desire again. He took her back to the bed and pressed her hard under him...
She frowned and whispered...
He thought it was ###, so he couldn't wait to unbutton his pants and penetrated without any foreplay...