Chapter 155: He Ran Away from Home

They didn’t know what happened to each other. At this moment, Jiang Han didn’t even want to acknowledge his son.

Jiang Xiaochao was beaten by Jiang Han, his white and tender little butt was half exposed, with obvious slap marks on it.

He used to be silly enough to take off his little pants for Hu Yao to see, but not anymore. He knew he was shy now.

As soon as he saw Hu Yao coming, he escaped from Jiang Han’s clutches and hurriedly pulled up his little pants, trying to put them on.

“Dad! I know I was wrong!” he called out weakly, put on his pants and gave up struggling, lying on the edge of the bed motionless, his little hands tightly clutching his pants.

He obviously still didn’t know what he did wrong. Jiang Han, with a black face, grabbed him and wanted to throw him outside to sleep with the dog.

Hu Yao quickly stopped him: “What are you doing?”

“You ask this little bastard what he did again. He’s going to make me spit blood one day!” Jiang Han slapped Jiang Fuchao’s butt again.

Jiang Xiaochao yelped in grievance: “You said I didn’t step hard enough. I stepped really hard!”

“Why don’t you step even harder!” Jiang Han snorted coldly. He didn’t want to hear another word from him. He brushed Hu Yao’s hand away, quickly threw him out, and closed the door.

Hu Yao still didn’t understand the conflict between the father and son. Seeing him treat Jiang Fuchao so roughly, she was dissatisfied.

But when she looked up at him, she noticed that there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

She stopped abruptly: “What’s wrong with you?”

Was it that serious? Did Jiang Xiaochao really make him spit blood?

“What’s wrong? Your son made me angry. Tomorrow, take him to the mountain with the cows. Don’t bring him back. Let him be a wild man!” Jiang Han was annoyed. He didn’t notice her slightly worried gaze.

Just now, when that little bastard kicked him, it hit pretty hard. He still had a bloody taste in his mouth. Jiang Han’s face was even more stinky. Other people raised sons, he raised sons, his son was really capable of making him spit blood.

Hu Yao reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowning: “You’re bleeding.”

Her voice was low and gentle, her gaze towards him was filled with obvious worry.

Jiang Han looked down at her, his heart softened suddenly. He took her hand and softened his tone: “It’s all your son’s doing. He’s gone crazy. He dares to kick his own father.”

“Did he kick you until you spit blood?” Hu Yao hesitated.

“What kind of god is your son? A little chicken can kick me until I spit blood? Your imagination is pretty good.” Jiang Han seemed to be amused. He briefly explained how the blood came about.

The unconscious tension in Hu Yao’s eyes faded a bit. After hearing the reason, she looked at him with some frustration: “Chaochao didn’t do it on purpose. You told him to use force. He just accidentally kicked you. Why are you so harsh on him?”

“You mean I deserve it?” Jiang Han was really angry. She never stood by his side! She still looked like he was being unreasonable.

Was his bloody mouth not as serious as the two slap marks on Jiang Fuchao’s butt?

“That’s not what I meant.” Hu Yao pulled away his hand that was squeezing her face again. She met his dangerous gaze for two seconds and softened her voice: “Does it hurt? Open your mouth and let me see.”

Her gaze towards him was soft and gentle, and there was a hint of coaxing in it.

The few sparks of anger in Jiang Han’s heart dissipated instantly. What was he arguing with that little bastard Jiang Fuchao for? Anyway, he had already punished him.

“Is it still bleeding?” He leaned down, approaching her, letting her check.

He had bitten his tongue a little, and there was a cut on the corner of his lip. It seemed pretty deep, because he had a canine tooth, which was a bit sharp, and it hit the flesh when he bumped into something.

“Yeah.”

He spoke again, and a little blood seeped out. Hu Yao nodded, subconsciously reaching out to press on the corner of his lip.

She wiped it directly with her hand, her hand stained with a little blood.

She used to be picky about everything, even finding fault with him, and she even disliked him being dirty. Now she didn’t mind anymore.

Jiang Han looked at her delicate eyebrows and eyes, his gaze unconsciously softened.

“It’s not dirty for you. Go wash your hands. Don’t wipe my face with dirty hands.” He held her hand again, happy in his heart, but saying this with his mouth.

“It’s your own blood.” Hu Yao glanced at him. Now he was so concerned about cleanliness. Before, he was messy and unkempt, and he even needed her to remind him to take a bath.

“Go rinse your mouth and put some powder on it.” Hu Yao went to wash her hands and handed him the water cup on the bedside table.

It was her own cup.

She used to be picky about everything with him, separating people and things. But not anymore.

Jiang Han could feel her change, but he wasn’t quite sure when she started to change.

He was very obedient to her at this moment. She asked him to rinse his mouth, he rinsed his mouth. She asked him to put powder on it, he put powder on it. He was very obedient.

Before, for such a small injury, why would a man like him make such a fuss? It would be a joke if he told anyone.

Jiang Han looked at her, raised his eyebrows, bent down, and cooperated with her to put powder on it: “Yeah, it hurts.”

“Blow on it again.”

“You have to talk to Jiang Fuchao properly in the future. He’s not behaving himself!”

“……”

Hu Yao finished putting powder on him and realized that he was getting closer and closer, his arm was already around her waist.

Every time she was alone with him, he would always touch her, and he was very indecent.

She looked at him for two seconds, before she could react, he kissed her. The powder she had put on him was on her lips.

Bitter.

Hu Yao frowned slightly, wanting to turn her head away.

“What are you moving for? Don’t you want to be kissed?” He pressed her down, deliberately pecking her lips again.

He was still angry when he was arguing with Jiang Xiaochao, but now his mood was visibly better. There was a hint of a smile in his eyes as he looked at her.

“It’s bitter.” Hu Yao patted him, frustrated. She wanted to wipe the powder off her lips.

The powder was wiped off.

“You’re just delicate, can’t stand any hardship.” Jiang Han reached out to wipe the medicine powder off her face, which she had been wiping haphazardly.

“Wooooowooo~ Daddy~! Mommy~ Wooooowooo~ Ah~!”

Jiang Xiaochao, who had been chased out by Jiang Han not long ago, burst through the door and ran in, crying miserably with a runny nose and tears. He squeezed himself between Hu Yao and Jiang Han.

He sobbed with tears in his eyes, Hu Yao was startled and quickly grabbed his little hand, asking, “What’s wrong?”

She had never seen him cry like this before. He wasn’t like other children who loved to cry. He cried very few times.

Even when Jiang Han beat him, he didn’t cry much. Even the last time his little finger was broken, he was strong and didn’t cry.

Now he was crying like this, it scared Hu Yao. She was even more uncomfortable and helpless.

“What happened? Chaochao, don’t cry, tell Mommy.” Hu Yao saw his teary-eyed little face and felt heartbroken. She grabbed his little hand and patted his back.

Jiang Xiaochao sniffed and said in a small voice, filled with anxiety and sadness, “Mommy, my Niu Niu is gone! It ran away!”