"Xiao Ailiu, you damn bitch, you're asking for death!" When Xiao Yuchuan heard her bad-mouthing his wife, he got angry, stood up from his chair, and threw the stool from under his butt at her.
Xiao Ailiu screamed in fright and quickly ran outside the yard.
Xiao Yuchuan chased halfway but didn't see her, angrily turned back, "Goddamn it, she's now eating and living off of my wife, and still doesn't know how to be grateful. Even if the house belongs to our family, without my wife, this house would have long been taken away by Granny Sun to pay off debts."
"There's no need to get mad at someone like the eldest sister," Qinghe said, "It's not worth it."
Yuchuan sat back down at the table and kept giving Su Qingyue chicken meat. She shook her head, "That's too much, you should eat more too."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of chicken and put it in Xiao Qinghe's bowl.
"I want some too..." Yuchuan pushed his bowl in front of her.