Chapter 167 Zhao Daxing is Hospitalized Yet Again

Chapter 167 Zhao Daxing is Hospitalized Yet Again

In the evening, as soon as Zhao Daxing returned home, his mom and kids had already bolted.

He wanted to run away too, but he didn't have the chance.

Su An snarled at him, "Where are you going? Are you planning to spend the night at some widow’s house?"

"If you run away tonight, I'll go to your factory to look for you tomorrow morning!"

Zhao Daxing froze in his tracks.

Su An crossed her arms and barked at him, "What are you standing there for?"

"Can't you see your mother-in-law and brother-in-law are waiting for dinner? Hurry up and cook!"

Zhao Daxing clenched his jaw and glanced at the people present.

One, two, three, four...

Holy cow, I can't fight them, and I can't run away either. I might as well join them.

He pasted on a smile, "Alright, I'll cook right away. Please wait a moment."

Su An leaned against the kitchen door, watching Zhao Daxing busy inside, and she kept yammering on.

"Do you even know how to manage a household? Can't you see the basin catching water? Don't turn on the faucet, it's a waste of water. Use the drops that are collected. This is what your mother taught me, to be frugal. Besides, my mother and brother will have many expenses in the future, so we need to save even more!"

"Why don’t you just wash the dishes first? It's not just ugly to leave them piled up, but there's almost no space to stand. What can you do besides eat? You've read books and have a job, so what? That doesn't mean you can't tell one grain from another!"

"What are you staring at? Your mother said that too, go stare at her."

"Peel the taters and toss them in a bowl, we'll steam them with the rice later. With so many people, that little bit of rice won't be enough. Are you going to let the guests go hungry?"

"Are you blind? Peel the sprouted ones first, do you know how to live? The good ones can still keep!"

Zhao Daxing’s eyes burned with resentment, but he remained silent and worked. Su An stood at the kitchen door for an hour and a half, finally seeing Zhao Daxing whip up dinner.

Xiao Jiliang had prepared a piece of cured meat for the New Year, stir-fried with dried chilies and garlic greens, and cooked a big pot of cabbage. She also dug out some pickles from the jar, scraping together three dishes.

As soon as the rice pot was brought out, everyone dove in with their big bowls to help themselves. Zhao Daxing watched Su Ping holding a huge basin-sized soup bowl, and his temples were pounding.

The first four had already loaded up their plates, and finally, it was his turn. He looked down and saw the pot had been scraped clean.

Zhao Daxing took a deep breath, turned around, and saw Su Ping with his head buried in the basin eating. He clenched his fists.

A man can be killed, but he can’t be disgraced. There's no need to endure when you can't take it anymore. I'd rather be beaten to death.

He came home from work, starving, and worked hard to make dinner, and they didn't even leave him the bottom of the pot?

Are they even people?

Zhao Daxing slammed the pot on the table, his eyes red with anger, and shouted, "What are you doing? I haven't eaten yet, can't you see there are still people who haven't served themselves? Are you reincarnated from starving ghosts? Do you eat with basins in your family?!"

"Can you even finish that much? Why don't you just eat directly from the pot?"

Su Ping stopped his chopsticks, looked up at Zhao Daxing in surprise, then took Ren San's bowl and scooped some from his own basin into it. He also scooped some for Su An and Wang Xiaocui, then replied seriously, "Now it's finished."

Su An seemed to notice only now that Zhao Daxing hadn't gotten any food, "Oh, you're not even eager to eat, you didn't even get any food, and you have the nerve to bare your teeth at my brother, the guest. With your slow nature, you’d miss out on even the warmest shit."

"Sit down, sit down! There’s still a bowl of potatoes left. Didn’t I tell you earlier you didn’t put enough rice? You didn’t listen, and if I hadn’t told you to peel more potatoes, you’d have gone hungry tonight."

Su An pushed the potatoes toward Zhao Daxing and even kindly picked up a piece of cured meat for him. "You’ve been working all day, and you cooked too. My mom and the others appreciate your effort. We can’t let you go hungry. Hurry up and eat; after eating, you still have to wash the dishes and clean the house."

Seeing Su An’s tone soften for once, Zhao Daxing’s pent-up anger finally had a chance to vent.

"You also know I’ve been working all day..."

Su An’s smile vanished, and she slammed her palm on the table with a loud bang. Zhao Daxing’s complaints died in his throat, and he jumped up from his chair in terror.

"Can we just eat in peace?" Su An looked coldly at Zhao Daxing, her tone tinged with gritted teeth.

Zhao Daxing looked panicked. "Let’s eat, heh, everyone dig in before it gets cold."

From eating to finishing, and then to him cleaning up the kitchen, Zhao Daxing felt everyone’s eyes occasionally fixed on him, making him feel like he was under a microscope.

He started hallucinating, constantly feeling like someone was out to get him. Then the hallucinations became more and more severe, causing him to vomit, have diarrhea, and collapse.

Zhao Daxing was back in the hospital.

This time it was food poisoning, and it was something he cooked himself.

When he woke up early from the hospital bed, he realized one thing clearly: he’d cheated death again.

He was unconscious for six hours, faintly seeing his ancestors kowtowing for six hours in the afterlife. They said they had done their best, and the ancestors even told him, if he wanted to live, he had to stay as far away from Su An as possible.

Yesterday he also had a dream, dreaming that Su An dragged him to the underworld.

He was roughly dragged off by the ox-headed and horse-faced demons.

The King of Hell, wearing a crown, eagerly came out to greet Su An, affectionately calling out, "Oh my, my little superstar princess, what brings you here?"

To the Zhao family, Su An was the King of Hell’s star performer, a human weapon of destruction.

A broken hand, a hammer injury, blood in his urine, a severed pinky, a fever from fright, and now food poisoning.

There are only four seasons in a year, and he had only been married to Su An for one season, but he had already been to the hospital six times.

He was at his breaking point, truly done with it all. If this continues, he’d rather end it himself than endure more suffering!

If this were in ancient times, someone like Su An would be directly sent for a political marriage. Without lifting a finger, her reputation as the underworld’s top performer could conquer an enemy nation without a fight.

If only she could be sent to his rivals, that’d be perfect...

By the third day of Su An and her crew moving in, the Zhao family had all fled.

Zhao Daxing was in the hospital, and Xiao Jiliang had fled to her son-in-law’s house in town with the three children.

Ren San, ever the sensible one, got up and made breakfast. After breakfast, the family was about to head out when Su Jianjun showed up.

After a day of running around, Su Jianjun and his wife finally learned why Su Jiao was arrested.

Su Jianjun had no idea Ji Qingqing and Su Jiao had been taking money from Wang Xiaocui.

Even if he had known, he’d have thought it fair—this child wasn’t just his responsibility, so why should he raise her alone?