Chapter 83: You Don’t Need to Be Angry

Hu Yao screamed, her voice trembling, as she scrambled back into the bed.

There, on the bedside table, lay a stark white skull! The empty sockets stared directly at her.

Having just woken up to this sight, Hu Yao’s heart pounded wildly, taking a long time to calm down.

Jiang Han, who had just returned from Song Sikai’s house, heard her terrified cry. His heart clenched, and he rushed into the room.

Jiang Xiaochao, who was squatting beside the calf, washing and scrubbing, also heard Hu Yao’s shout. His little head shot up, and clutching the thing in his hand, he ran to find Hu Yao.

“What are you yelling about, sleeping?” Jiang Han strode into the room, walking straight towards Hu Yao, who was huddled in the bed. He pulled her over and held her close.

“Th-that, there!” Hu Yao stammered, pointing at the object on the bedside table.

Jiang Han followed the direction of her finger, his expression turning grim.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Jiang Xiaochao ran in, squeezing between her and Jiang Han, asking softly.

Hu Yao looked down at him. When she saw what he was holding in his small hand, her scalp tingled, and she felt like she was going to faint. She couldn’t respond to him at all.

He was holding a human hand bone, about halfway cleaned. It was still a bit dirty, unlike the skull on the bedside table, which was clean.

“Jiang Fuchao!” Jiang Han, seeing the thing in his son’s hand, understood immediately.

He was the one who brought these things back!

“Are you sick or just asking for a beating?! You brought these things home during the New Year!” His face darkened, and he pulled his son over, scolding him coldly.

“I took Niu Niu to see Grandpa and Grandma, and then I…” Jiang Xiaochao didn’t understand why they were reacting so strongly, and he innocently explained.

“You bastard! You dug up your grandpa and grandma?!” Jiang Han’s vision went black. He didn’t hear the rest of his son’s words, and his hand trembled as he pointed at him.

The room fell silent.

Jiang Xiaochao blinked, his head shaking as his father roared at him. “No, I found them. I brought them back to wash them clean for Mommy to play with.”

He was so thoughtful. He thought they were dirty when he found them, so he washed them.

Jiang Han, hearing that they weren’t Jiang Fuchao’s grandparents, relaxed his tense expression slightly, but it wasn’t much better. It was still ugly. “Where did you find them? Jiang Fuchao, are you a freak?! I’m not even exaggerating when I call you a freak! Now get out of here and take these things back! I’ll settle the score with you later!”

“You want to scare your mom to death, huh? You even put it next to her bed! Why didn’t you just shove it in her hand?!”

Jiang Han felt a fire burning in his chest, and he wanted to slap Jiang Fuchao right then and there.

He didn’t know whose ancestors this little bastard had dug up. Jiang Fuchao’s grandpa and grandma would have to apologize to everyone down there!

His barrage of scolding and Hu Yao’s lingering fear made Jiang Xiaochao realize that he had really done something wrong. He pouted and hung his head, being unusually obedient for once as he admitted his mistake.

“I know I’m wrong!”

“You know crap! Get out of here!” Jiang Han didn’t want to see him right now.

“Oh.” Jiang Xiaochao pouted, glanced at Hu Yao, and rolled out, carrying the skull from the bedside table.

“Look at the son you’ve raised!” Jiang Han said to Hu Yao with a bad temper, scowling as he pulled her over again and roughly smoothed her messy hair.

Hu Yao had recovered from her shock, but she was also worried about Jiang Xiaochao, who was too mischievous and naughty.

How could he be so fearless? He even brought them back and washed them! Was that something you could play with?

Jiang Han eventually went to return the bones with Jiang Xiaochao, his face still black. The previous night’s rain had washed away some of the nameless graves, too old to know who they belonged to and without any offerings. There were no tombstones, just a large area, messy but strangely orderly.

Jiang Xiaochao, looking dejected and obedient, carefully buried the bones, letting Jiang Han hold him down as he kowtowed three times. He sniffled and took out the candy, eggs, and biscuits from his small pocket to apologize.

“I won’t do it again!”

“There’s a next time?” Jiang Han kicked him down.

After all that commotion, Jiang Han carried a bottle of empty wine in one hand and Jiang Fuchao in the other, his face still dark.

Jiang Xiaochao was beaten badly for this incident.

Jiang Han hung him up and beat him.

“Dad, I look like I’m being salted!” Jiang Xiaochao, hanging there being beaten, still had the energy to pull out some nonsense.

Hu Yao: “…”

Jiang Han sneered, “I can beat you into a salted fish!”

This little debt collector, he wouldn’t be worthy of a beating if he didn’t get one every day!

“Let him hang there all night! If you dare to let him down, you’re finished! I’ll hang you up too!” Jiang Han finished dealing with Jiang Fuchao, and he said to Hu Yao, who was about to speak, with a dark face.

Jiang Xiaochao, now tearful and beaten, sniffled miserably, completely unlike his earlier self.

With Hu Yao watching, he endured the pain without crying, his rosy lips pouting high.

Jiang Han really meant to let him hang there all night. Hu Yao thought Jiang Xiaochao was a bit of a bad boy, but seeing him like this, she still felt sorry for him.

“Mommy, my snot is going to drip!” Jiang Xiaochao had been sniffling for so long, he couldn’t control it anymore. His milky little voice had a hint of crying, and he asked her to wipe his nose, his little hands tied up.

As soon as he finished speaking, two little snots really dripped down.

Without thinking, Hu Yao quickly reached out to wipe them, getting a handful of snot.

Jiang Han saw this and was annoyed again.

“You don’t find it dirty now! Everything Jiang Fuchao does is fragrant, isn’t it?!” He sneered, looking at them with disdain.

Hu Yao was silent for a moment, feeling that his words were very sarcastic, directly targeting her!

He was still holding a grudge against her for saying he was dirty…

Jiang Xiaochao saw that Jiang Han was coming again, puffed out his cheeks, and with effort, turned his body in the air–>>

She turned her back to him.

He hadn’t looked good all day, and even after beating up Jiang Xiaochao, he hadn’t gotten any better.

Hu Yao glanced at him, walked over slowly, and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek as his eyes widened in surprise.

“Don’t be angry,” she said, as if coaxing him.

Jiang Han’s face relaxed a bit, his gaze falling on her crimson lips, darkening slightly.

She didn’t know when she learned to coax him like this! She was even seducing him!

She was taking advantage of the fact that she had a bun in the oven, and he couldn’t touch her!

Jiang Han stared at her, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous, then he became angry again. Why didn’t she do this earlier!

“It’s so cold tonight, you hung Xiaochao up there, he’ll get sick. He knows he was wrong,” Hu Yao pleaded for Jiang Xiaochao, gently shaking his arm.

Jiang Han glanced at Jiang Fuchao, who didn’t look like he knew he was wrong as she said, and snorted coldly. When he noticed that she had wiped Jiang Fuchao’s nose with the hand that was holding his arm, his face turned sour again.

“Does he look like he knows he was wrong? Hanging him up for a night is too short! If I’m not here one day, just wait and see if he brings anything else home for you! With your courage, I’ll be back and you’ll be frozen stiff!”

Hu Yao: “…”