togophonebook Chapter 244 The Most Ruthless Revenge! Bang Geng's Hair Turns White Overnight!
Chapter 244 The Most Ruthless Revenge! Bang Geng's Hair Turns White Overnight!
Madam Jia was knocked unconscious by a basin of cold water, and her right wrist was also broken. This incident caused a huge uproar in the courtyard.
Qin Huairu cried out to heaven and earth in vain, and finally, with the help of several kind-hearted old neighbors, she managed to get Jia Zhangshi to the hospital.
When the doctor saw the diagnosis, Qin Huairu felt a wave of dizziness.
Comminuted fracture of the wrist.
I need to be hospitalized, and that will cost money.
Qin Huairu's family was already penniless, and this latest incident drained them of their last drop of blood. She ran to every relative and friend she could reach, putting on a smiling face and saying all the nice things she could, before she could barely scrape together enough money for the life-saving hospital fees.
The person who started all of this, He Yuzhu, never even left his house once.
Everyone in the courtyard saw it all and knew exactly what was going on.
This fool Zhu is truly determined to sever all ties with the Qin family.
Those who used to sympathize with Qin Huairu now look at her differently, with a hint of "she deserves it." Who told you to have such a difficult mother-in-law? Who told you to take other people's kindness for granted?
Qin Huairu's life suddenly plunged from winter into an ice cave.
Without He Yuzhu's help, the family's rice jar emptied at a visible speed. Jia Zhangshi's hospitalization drained all their money and left her with a mountain of debt. Her meager salary from the steel mill wasn't even enough to fill a gap in their diet.
The most dangerous thing is the children.
Bang Geng is at the age when a half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home.
In the past, He Yuzhu would occasionally bring back a lunchbox, and the corn on the cob would make his face shiny with oil. Now, he drinks thin porridge with Qin Huairu every day and gnaws on cornbread that's hard to chew. He gets so hungry in just a few days that his eyes turn green.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"Mom, I want to eat meat."
Banggeng's mutterings were like a demonic chant, disturbing Qin Huairu's peace of mind.
That day, Banggeng slammed his chopsticks down at the dinner table again.
"More cornbread! More pickled vegetables! I'm not eating!"
Qin Huairu, who had been suppressing her exhaustion and grievances, finally exploded: "If you're not going to eat, get out! This is all the food we have at home, eat it or don't!"
Banggeng was taken aback by the shout, but his spoiled temper flared up, and he retorted, "I just won't eat! Shazhu's family eats and drinks like royalty every day, why should we have to eat cornbread! He used to bring us lunchboxes, why doesn't he anymore? Did you offend him?"
Her son's question was like a poisoned knife, stabbing precisely into Qin Huairu's heart.
She was speechless, then felt a sharp pain.
What could she say? That Sha Zhu had changed? That he didn't want them anymore?
Bang Geng became even angrier when he saw his mother remain silent. He had been spoiled rotten by Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu since he was a child, and the concept of "rules" was completely foreign to him.
He's hungry, so he has to find a way to get food himself.
His thieving intentions were directed at He Yuzhu.
He knew that He Yuzhu was now cooking at the mysterious Mr. Lin's house next door every day, and every time he came back, he carried a captivating aroma that made people's mouths water.
He Yuzhu must have brought back some delicious food from that courtyard!
He dared not go to Lin Fan's courtyard. The fear he felt from the last time Lin Fan's words caused the world to change color was etched into his bones.
But he dared to steal from He Yuzhu.
In his view, no matter how ruthless Sha Zhu was, could he be more wicked than Mr. Lin? What could Mr. Lin do to him if he stole a few things? At worst, he would just get a scolding.
Banggeng started acting like a wildcat, quietly observing He Yuzhu's daily routine.
He noticed that He Yuzhu would occasionally wrap some snacks and fruits in oil paper and place them on the windowsill in his kitchen. The windowsill wasn't high; one could reach it by standing on a stool.
The opportunity is here.
That evening, He Yuzhu returned from Lin Fan's courtyard, and he did indeed have something in his hand.
A fruit.
This fruit grew from the scraps of the World Tree. To Lin Fan, it wasn't even a snack; it was usually given to Cerberus, the three-headed hellhound, to chew on.
But for ordinary people, the spiritual energy contained within is no less potent than a potent medicine.
He Yuzhu originally wanted to try it himself, but then Mr. Lin's indifferent words suddenly flashed through his mind—"Give them a lesson they will never forget."
The curve of his lips instantly turned cold and playful.
He deliberately placed the bright red, fragrant fruit conspicuously on the kitchen windowsill.
Then, with a "snap," she slammed the window shut and went back to her room to sleep.
It was late at night.
A thin, dark figure sneaked up to He Yuzhu's window.
It's a stick.
He skillfully moved a small stool over, stood on tiptoe, and slowly pushed open the window.
An extremely rich fruity aroma wafted over, instantly whetting his appetite.
He saw it!
The bright red fruit on the windowsill seemed to be glowing!
His eyes widened in disbelief.
Banggeng quickly reached out, grabbed the fruit in his hand, jumped off the stool, and ran back home without looking back.
Back inside, he bolted the door and examined his "trophy" in the pale moonlight.
The fruit was crystal clear, almost like a perfect red agate, and its fragrance was incredibly enticing.
He couldn't resist any longer, so he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the whole fruit in no time.
The fruit entered my stomach and instantly transformed into a scalding hot current that rushed to my limbs and bones.
Banggeng hummed contentedly, feeling warm all over, and the agonizing hunger was completely gone.
"It's delicious."
He smacked his lips, contentedly lay back on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know that the heat was not food, but a vast spiritual energy that his mortal body simply couldn't withstand.
The spiritual energy surged and crashed within him, violently destroying and strangely reshaping everything about him.
Life and death had reached a terrifying balance within his body.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking.
Qin Huairu dragged her tired body out of bed, preparing to cook some thin porridge. She habitually thought of waking Banggeng and asking him to get a bottle of soy sauce.
She pushed open the door to Banggeng's room.
"Bang Geng, get up..."
Her words caught in her throat halfway through.
By the dim, gray light filtering in from the window, she saw a person lying on the bed.
A little old man with gray hair, a deeply lined face, and skin as dry as rotten wood!
"ah--!"
A piercing scream, so shrill it was almost inhuman, shattered the dawn over the entire courtyard.
Qin Huairu scrambled to the bedside, her hands trembling, and reached out to touch the "little old man's" face.
"Who...who are you? Where's my son? Where's my hamburger?!"
The "little old man" was shaken awake by her. He opened his eyes groggily and saw Qin Huairu's terrified face. He muttered something impatiently.
"Mom, what are you doing? What are you yelling about so early in the morning?"
The sound was the sound of a stick.
But that face...
Qin Huairu felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen in an instant.
She shakily picked up a small mirror from the table and mechanically handed it to Banggeng.
"Bang Geng...you...see for yourself..."
Banggeng impatiently took the mirror and looked at his face.
next second.
"Ah—! A ghost—!"
A scream ten times more piercing than Qin Huairu's earlier burst forth from the mouth of this "little old man".
He saw a white-haired, wrinkled monster in the mirror!
He was so frightened that he threw the mirror away, jumped off the bed, and frantically touched his face and grabbed his hair.
The dry, brittle texture and the sparse white hair told him a fact that terrified him.
The old man in the mirror is himself!
"Mom! What happened to me? How did I become like this!" Bang Geng was terrified and hugged Qin Huairu's leg, wailing loudly.
Qin Huairu was also terrified. She held her son, who had turned into an "old man" overnight, her mind a complete mess.
Suddenly, she had an idea.
Fruit!
It must be that fruit that Banggeng stole yesterday!
He Yuzhu did this!
A cold, piercing fear gripped her heart.
She finally understood that this was He Yuzhu's revenge.
This is a million times worse than beating her or scolding her!
She couldn't let her son be ruined like this!
Qin Huairu, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw, suddenly pulled up the still-crying Banggeng and rushed out of the house like a madwoman.
"Let's go! We need to find Sha Zhu! Only he can save you! Only him!"