This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Chapter 121 Your son is crippled

Lying on the bed, Zhao Yitong saw his mother walking towards him with a ferocious expression. He was so frightened that he wet his pants, and a fishy smell instantly filled the room.

"Mother—Mother—don't come any closer! Father—Father—come and save me!"

A flicker of disgust crossed Zhao Chunhua's eyes; she was going to have to wash his soiled pants again.

Seeing that his wife seemed to be serious, Qian Laoshui's face flashed with panic, and his tone softened instantly as he gently persuaded her, "Honey, don't be impulsive! This is our only son. We raised him with so much care and love, it wasn't easy for us."

"Pah—" Zhao Chunhua's eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth, "Is it you who has had it tough? All these years, hasn't he lived a life of having no parents? It was me—who painstakingly raised him! Where were you when we needed you? Either in the gambling den, or on my way to the gambling den—"

“Honey, I’m doing this so that our family can have a better life. I’m risking everything. You have to understand how hard it is for me.”

"Pah! Don't make excuses for your selfishness, greed, and laziness."

Zhao Chunhua rolled her eyes. This old bastard really had the nerve to say such things. She wished God would take him away as soon as possible.

“Honey, you know the rich man in town, right? You haven’t seen how grand his house is, how magnificent that mansion and gate are—his surname is Qian, and mine is Qian too. We people with the surname Qian are destined to get rich!”

Seeing that this person was still daydreaming, Zhao Chunhua rolled her eyes.

"You old codger, you're always dreaming your pipe dreams, wake up! You're practically half-buried in the ground, just accept your fate, you've been a gambler's unlucky gambler your whole life!"

This man is beyond saving. Zhao Chunhua didn't want to waste any more words on him. She might as well just die and be done with it.

"Mother—Mother—you're not serious, are you? Mother—I don't want to die—"

Qian Yitong, who was paralyzed in bed, saw his mother sitting on the edge of the bed with a chilling expression on her face.

His hair stood on end, and he struggled to drag his numb legs backward, only to find that he had nowhere to go.

"My son—I promise you, I'll give you a quick death, ah. Don't be afraid—"

Speaking of this, she suddenly missed how he looked when he was still an infant in swaddling clothes, so lovable and well-behaved.

Her tender little face and babbling little mouth made her want to give her the best things in the world.

However, reality dealt her a heavy blow. She gradually discovered that the child was not her weakness, but her burden, especially since she had a lazy, gambling father.

Zhao Chunhua was lost in her memories and didn't even realize that Qian Laoshui was quietly walking over.

"Give it to me!" Qian Laoshui snatched the kitchen knife from Zhao Chunhua's hand, slapped her hard across the face, kicked her to the ground, and then punched and kicked her repeatedly.

"You old hag! You dare threaten me? I'll teach you a lesson!" Qian Laoshui kicked Zhao Chunhua hard, one kick after another.

She struggled a few times to stand up, but the difference in strength between the two was simply too great.

"You bitch, do you want to make me, Qian Laoshui, childless? I only have this one son, and I'm counting on him to carry on my family line. I can't let the Qian family line die out."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chunhua burst into laughter as if she were insane. Her voice, which sounded like a mix of crying and laughing, was sharp and piercing, and it pierced into Qian Laoshui's ears.

"Hahahaha—you still expect your son to carry on the family line? What a joke! Ask him yourself if that thing of his is even usable anymore. Your son is useless! Useless!"

"What do you mean? You wretched woman, you're cursing my son?"

"Don't you already know what I mean? If you don't believe me, just ask your son and let him tell you himself! Hahahahahahaha—"

Qian Laoshui looked at his son, whose back was pressed tightly against the wall, with a hint of disbelief: "Yitong, is what your mother said true?"

Qian Yitong was a useless man to begin with, and as a man, he couldn't bring himself to say it. He stammered for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.

"Father...I...I..."