Chapter 126: Kicked by a Cow

“I don’t want your eggs!” Qiu Yarong snorted, turning her face away in disdain when she saw it was him.

True to her father! He loved her temper!

“Then what do you want? … I’ll buy it for you, okay?” Tang Haofei asked her softly.

He had spanked her and yelled at her before! Now he was suddenly so nice to her. Qiu Yarong looked at him with annoyance, still disliking him.

“I don’t want it! My mom hates you, you bullied my mom and hit me! I hate you too! I don’t want your things! You give the eggs back to Chaochao!”

Tang Haofei’s face stiffened, her childish words pierced him, the bitterness in his heart spread.

After a long time, he calmed down, looked at her seriously, and spoke earnestly: “I’m sorry, Sister Rong, I didn’t mean to hit you. My mind was messed up back then. You see, I’m normal now, right?” “Damn it, good for him! Recently, anyone’s woman can come and beat him up. He won’t die until he’s clean!” Tang Haofei’s face turned black.

Hu Yao, who had slapped him, went home and saw the obvious mark on Jiang Xiaochao’s tender little face. She was still angry and heartbroken.

“Mom, I’m okay!” Jiang Xiaochao patted his little chest, no longer feeling wronged, and even had a silly smile on his face.

“Mom will get you a towel to put on it. Wait here for a moment.” Hu Yao frowned, looking at his increasingly red little face.

Tang Haofei pinched his little face while drunk, not lightly, and now it looks like someone hit him. How could it not hurt.

“Okay, I’ll wait for Mom.” Jiang Xiaochao sat obediently on the chair and nodded.

While Hu Yao was preparing a hot towel, Jiang Han, who had been away from home for over half a month, returned.

He pushed open the door and entered the house, seeing Jiang Xiaochao sitting on the sofa with a swollen face.

“Jiang Fuchao, did a cow kick you?”

Jiang Han strode over, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close, squinting at him for a moment, his brows furrowed.

Qiu Yarong frowned, looking at him with half-belief.

Jiang Xiaochao took back the eggs and spoke for him: “Yeah, Uncle Haofei’s head was messed up before!”

Tang Haofei: “…”

“You bullied my mom, so my mom hit you!” Qiu Yarong snorted.

“Yes, I’m a jerk, I deserve it.” Tang Haofei’s expression darkened, the taste of regret surged in his heart. He shouldn’t have left without telling her back then, and he shouldn’t have let jealousy sow suspicion. In just half a year, he actually believed that she was unfaithful to him and never looked for her again.

She, a woman with a child, had been looking for him for so long…

He was really ashamed to see her now.

Thinking about how he had scolded her and even hit his precious daughter, Tang Haofei wanted to slap himself twice.

“Humph!” Qiu Yarong still wouldn’t forgive him, she held a grudge and didn’t want to talk to him.

To appease her, Tang Haofei stuck to her for many days, buying her delicious food and fun things, calling her “Sister Rong” without any awkwardness, it sounded more and more natural and familiar.

“My mom told me not to hang out with you!” Qiu Yarong was a bit annoyed after he had been clinging to her for so many days.

“Do you want to eat tofu, Sister Rong?” Tang Haofei’s eyes darkened, ambiguous.

“My mom told me not to hang out with you, she didn’t say I couldn’t hang out with you, right? See, I’m so sincere in apologizing to you, just forgive me.” Tang Haofei looked at her softly.

“It’s different, right?”

“Yes!” Tang Haofei saw the confused look on her face, his eyes softened. His daughter was such a soft-hearted and cute little girl!

“Then don’t let my mom know.” Qiu Yarong twisted her little eyebrows, feeling something was wrong, but she couldn’t figure it out.

He had been bowing and scraping to her for the past few days, even acknowledging her as his boss, and his apology was sincere. Qiu Yarong didn’t look at him with disgust anymore, but she still remembered what Qiu Yingwen had told her.

“Okay, I won’t let your mom know.” Tang Haofei smiled and rubbed her little head. When she was about to get unhappy, he withdrew his big hand and bought her tofu again, letting the tofu seller she liked kiss her little face.

“I don’t like her anymore!” Qiu Yarong pouted. That day, she told the tofu seller bad things about Tang Haofei, which made the tofu seller unhappy and said something to her, then “left” her to see Tang Haofei. She didn’t like her anymore.

Besides the tofu seller, there were many other beautiful sisters waiting for her to like!

“I want to eat sweet soup, the sweet soup seller is so pretty!” Qiu Yarong’s eyes lit up, thinking about it made her happy.

“… Buy!” Tang Haofei said in a low voice.

Alright, Song Sikai was right, his daughter was just like him! This fickleness, liking the tofu seller one moment, the sweet soup seller the next, then that little girl, and Hu Yao and Du Ximei… She had so many beautiful sisters and aunts she liked.

But the prettiest one she always mentioned was Qiu Yingwen.

Thinking of Qiu Yingwen, Tang Haofei felt a surge of bitterness and pain.

Not to mention Qiu Yarong asking him not to let Qiu Yingwen know he was hanging out with her, he was also afraid to let Qiu Yingwen know about his visit to Qiu Yarong, because she was so disgusted and hated him now.

He heard what Du Ximei said to her that day, and he was ashamed and regretful. His misunderstanding and resentment towards her for those years had turned into sharp blades stabbing back at him. He didn’t even dare to face her.

He was where he was today because of his lack of trust in her back then. He was such a jerk!

…

Qiu Yarong was afraid of Qiu Yingwen getting angry, so she didn’t tell her about Tang Haofei’s relentless pursuit.

But Jiang Xiaochao, the little loudspeaker, told her, using the excuse of complaining about Tang Haofei snatching his eggs again.

He was so upset that Tang Haofei kept saying he would return his eggs, but he never did. He said Tang Haofei was a big liar.

Qiu Yingwen’s expression was unreadable. The next day, she didn’t let Qiu Yarong go out to play, “locking” her in the pastry shop with her.

The wine shop was doing good business that day, and Hu Yao closed up late in the evening, preparing to go home with Jiang Xiaochao.

As soon as the shop door closed, Tang Haofei, who was drunk, passed by. Jiang Xiaochao called out to him softly, and he stopped, his eyes blurry as he looked at him, not in a good mood, he pulled his little face.

“You little rascal! Your mouth never stops! No wonder your dad beats you a few times every morning, noon, and night!” Tang Haofei pulled his little face and then pinched his little mouth, not forgetting that his big mouth had said something to Qiu Yingwen.

His strength wasn’t light or heavy, it hurt Jiang Xiaochao, and instantly he was teary-eyed.

Hu Yao, who was smiling, went pale, quickly went to hit his hand, scolding: “What are you doing! Let go!”

She snatched Jiang Xiaochao from his hand, seeing the red mark on his little face and his aggrieved expression, she was angry.

This anger couldn’t be suppressed. Looking at Tang Haofei, who was drunk, her hand moved first, slapping him.

From Tang Haofei pinching Jiang Xiaochao’s face to her slapping him, everything happened in a few moments.

Tang Haofei was stunned after being slapped, he didn’t react. When he came to his senses, Hu Yao had already walked away angrily with Jiang Xiaochao.

“…”

“Damn it, good for him! Recently, anyone’s woman can come and beat him up. He won’t die until he’s clean!” Tang Haofei’s face turned black.

Hu Yao, who had slapped him, went home and saw the obvious mark on Jiang Xiaochao’s tender little face. She was still angry and heartbroken.

“Mom, I’m okay!” Jiang Xiaochao patted his little chest, no longer feeling wronged, and even had a silly smile on his face.

“Mom will get you a towel to put on it. Wait here for a moment.” Hu Yao frowned, looking at his increasingly red little face.

Tang Haofei pinched his little face while drunk, not lightly, and now it looks like someone hit him. How could it not hurt.

“Okay, I’ll wait for Mom.” Jiang Xiaochao sat obediently on the chair and nodded.

While Hu Yao was preparing a hot towel, Jiang Han, who had been away from home for over half a month, returned.

He pushed open the door and entered the house, seeing Jiang Xiaochao sitting on the sofa with a swollen face.

“Jiang Fuchao, did a cow kick you?”

Jiang Han strode over, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close, squinting at him for a moment, his brows furrowed.