Chapter 180 Inheriting His Mother, Kids, and Home

Chapter 180 Inheriting His Mother, Kids, and Home

"Open your eyes and look around; everyone lives like this. You're the only one being dramatic and making a big deal. You're selfish, only thinking about yourself. Can't you consider the kids?"

"My evil stepmom always said, 'Hitting is caring, and scolding is loving.' Why do I hit you and not others? It shows I love you. And you still want a divorce? How could you break my heart like this!"

"You’ve already got three kids and can’t have more. I don’t even care, so why are you still stirring up trouble?"

"Everyone lives like this. Couples fight and then make up. For the kids' sake, just tough it out. Stop being so selfish!"

Su An glared at Zhao Daxing, scolding him as she walked closer, scaring Zhao Daxing and his mom, who kept backing up, their faces filled with fear.

Su Jianjun and Ji Qingqing watched in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Lots of people get meningitis these days; they think Su An might have it. She’s acting like a total lunatic!

What have Zhao Daxing and Xiao Jiliang been through?

Su An, worn out from yelling, turned to Su Jianjun and his wife, "Anything else? If not, get out of here. Don’t ruin my marriage and my family!"

Su Jianjun was furious after being yelled at, "How dare you talk to your father like that? Where are your manners?"

Su An turned to Wang Xiaocui and Su Ping, "Open the window, grab one each, and toss them out from the third floor!"

Su Ping, without hesitation, ran toward Su Jianjun after hearing his sister, bent down and grabbed Su Jianjun like he was a gas canister, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and ran to the balcony.

Su Jianjun struggled fiercely, his face twisted in fear, his hands continuously pounding Su Ping's back, letting out a desperate scream.

Wang Xiaocui only hesitated for a moment, her brain not keeping up with the scene, and immediately walked towards Ji Qingqing, reaching out to grab her.

Ji Qingqing, full of fear, watched Su Jianjun being carried away by Su Ping, and in terror, ran and crawled towards the door, not even picking up her dropped shoes, "Ahhh, murder, help, madman, all madmen, ahhh~"

Zhao Daxing and Xiao Jiliang, seeing Su Ping carrying Su Jianjun already by the window, were so scared that mother and son hugged tightly together, letting out groundhog screams, their eyes wide with terror.

Ren San twitched his mouth, caught Su An's glance, and quickly chased after Su Ping.

His brother Su Ping didn't react, couldn't tell that An An was just trying to scare the couple. If not stopped, Su Ping would really throw Su Jianjun out from the third floor.

Su Jianjun's fingers clung tightly to a nail on the wall, his mouth open screaming as if he saw a ghost.

"Ahhh, help, help, Qingqing, Qingqing, save me, I'll leave, I won't dare anymore, let me down, ahhh, Qingqing~"

Unfortunately, his Qingqing rushed out the door as if escaping for her life, her mouth open in terror, jumping down four or five steps at a time, followed closely by Wang Xiaocui.

For a moment, the entire unit was filled with piercing screams.

Seeing Su Ping already pushing open the window, the cold wind blowing in, Su Jianjun felt like he was on the Naihe Bridge.

His heart almost jumped out of his throat, so scared that he opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, completely terrified into silence.

Ren San quickly stepped forward to grab Su Ping's arm, "Su Ping, wait~"

Su Jianjun's hands wildly flailed in the air, creating a shadow of a thousand-handed Guanyin, like a wild donkey kicking.

Seeing Ren San coming, he thought Ren San was here to stop Su Ping.

"Quick, quick, he's crazy...."

Unexpectedly, Ren San's next sentence was, "Su Ping, wait, that window needs to be opened too to throw him out."

As he spoke, Ren San pretended to help open the window but looked like he was about to fall over, tumbling towards Su Ping. Su Ping reached out to support Ren San, and Su Jianjun felt the force on his hands loosen. Immediately, he thrashed his arms and legs like crazy and dashed towards the door as if fleeing for his life!

Su An twitched her mouth and secretly gave Ren San a thumbs-up.

Turning to look at Zhao Daxing and his mother, who were trembling and screaming like scared animals, Su An was about to say something when she heard Su Jianjun’s distant screams getting closer and closer.

Looking towards the door, she saw Wang Xiaocui, who hadn’t caught up with Ji Qingqing, dragging Su Jianjun back upstairs.

Su An looked on in shock at Wang Xiaocui, who stood at the door with a delighted expression.

Seeing Su An’s odd expression, Wang Xiaocui finally caught on that something was off and loosened her grip on Su Jianjun.

With a thud, Su Jianjun crashed face-first from Wang Xiaocui’s shoulder onto the cement floor.

Hearing the dull thump, Su An’s scalp tingled, and she began to feel a bit sorry for Su Jianjun.

But Su Jianjun’s will to survive was strong. Ignoring his nearly displaced internal organs, he jumped up, blood streaming from his nose, and took off like a shot.

Next door, Wang Manying, hearing the commotion outside, kept saying to herself, “Stay out of it,” but her curiosity got the better of her. She opened the door just in time to see a bloodied Su Jianjun charging towards her. Terrified, she slammed the door shut so hard it rattled.

Trembling, she fumbled with the lock and leaned against it, gasping for breath.

“It’s over, it’s over. This time, they might really, really kill someone!”

She sobbed, thinking, “I need to get out of here.”

Standing upstairs by the window, Su An watched as Su Jianjun and Ji Qingqing ran for their lives out of the compound gate.

Su An grumbled under her breath, “Too bad they got away. Otherwise, if they’d been thrown from the building and died, we could all pin it on Zhao Daxing. Once they take him out, I could inherit his mother, his house, and even his children!”

Ren San glanced at Zhao Daxing and added, “And his job!”

Their voices were just loud enough for Zhao Daxing and Xiao Jiliang to hear clearly.

In the freezing winter weather, the mother and son experienced a mix of freezing cold and burning heat.

Their feet were cold and weak, their fingers and lips trembling, while their foreheads and backs were drenched in sweat.

Su An yelled at them, “What are you two shaking for? Zhao Daxing, get to work! It’s not a holiday yet. Calling in sick all the time—do you even care if this family eats or not?”

“And you, old woman, go buy some chicken and meat. It’s almost New Year’s Eve, and we have so many guests. What kind of a mess are we in? Do you even know how to manage a household?”

“No money? Then borrow some! Get an advance on your salary. Do I have to teach you everything?”

“I’m telling you, before New Year’s Eve, I don’t want to lose my temper or see any more blood. You better straighten up!”