Little One Tears the Villain's Script Chapter 62

When Jiang Xiumei cleaned up the house the next day, she found that the clothes Jiang Xing wore yesterday were stained with blood.

The surprised Jiang Xiumei rushed into his room immediately, woke him up, and asked, “Xingxing, how far did you go last night? You didn't kill people, beat them to death, or cripple them, did you?”

It wasn't worth getting blood on your hands for those people!

Jiang Xiumei felt regretful.

Jiang Xing was still sleepy and opened his eyes, mumbling. “How is that even possible? It's such a happy day; I couldn't possibly spend the New Years' in prison.”

“Then what happened?” Jiang Xiumei asked him, pointing to the bloodstain.

“It's Hong Li's blood, not mine. He hit me with his head during the brawl, and some of the blood got on it. It's fine; I only taught them a lesson, they'll be fine. Don't worry, Mom.”

Only then was Jiang Xiumei finally relieved.

Jiang Xing smiled and pulled a stack of one hundred yuan bills from under the pillow, and said proudly, “I also brought these back.”

Hong Xingguo guarded the five thousand yuan in cash like his own life. He even used a piece of cloth to wrap them on his chest.

When Jiang Xing came after them in the dark, Hong Xingguo thought he had met a robber. He desperately protected the 5,000 yuan in cash, thinking that someone had come to rob their money.

Jiang Xing simply went along with his assumptions and snatched his money. But Hong Xingguo and his son Hong Li were people who loved money more than their lives. He didn't manage to get them all back, only around a thousand yuan.

Jiang Xing was happy enough with this outcome.

Jiang Xiumei was also happy and happily went to cook.

Jiang Xiaoman got up the latest. Her biological clock was usually similar to that of Jiang Xiumei. When Grandma wakes up, she will wake up. But yesterday she was frightened and ended up having a nightmare. She was not in good spirits, so she stayed in bed for a bit in the morning.

“Drink this.” Jiang Xiumei saw her coming out of her room groggily and handed her a bowl of egg mixed with brown sugar to ease her shock.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't say anything; she raised her head and gulped everything in one go. There was some stain left on her white and tender lips, which Jiang Xiumei wiped off.

“Grandma.” Jiang Xiaoman finally felt a little bit more energetic and ignorantly asked. “What is a wild child?”

“Ah…this…” Jiang Xiumei's smile stiffened, and she cursed that father and son duo thousands of times in her heart.

Although Jiang Xiaoman was only a child, her mind was very delicate and sensitive. She could cry for half a day just because of Big Flower and Little Flower. Usually, Jiang Xiumei would not tell her such words.

Jiang Xiumei looked embarrassed, hesitating on what kind of words to use to answer him vaguely. But she didn't know that Xiaoman saw her expression, which confirmed her guess.

One, two, three.

Her mouth flattened, and in just a moment, her golden beans¹ started dropping.

“Wuu wuu wuu… I know, Grandma doesn't want me anymore. You want to drive me to the mountains to be a wild monkey, wuu wuu. I'm just a kid that nobody wants.”

Jiang Xiaoman cried miserably.

She cried and wanted to go back to the house to pack up a bundle, so sad that she thought about running away from home.

Jiang Xiumei was stunned for a moment, then she held the child and asked her. “Who told you that Grandma doesn't want you anymore? Grandma loves you the most.”

Jiang Xiaoman flattened her mouth and said, “I had a dream last night. Grandma said I was too wild and disobedient; you want me to be a wild monkey on the mountain. Wild monkeys are wild children. Grandma doesn't want me anymore…”

Jiang Xiaoman thought about it for a long, long time last night but couldn't figure it out, so she had a nightmare in her sleep. That was what Grandma said in the dream.

“…” What the hell was this.

1. golden beans = tears

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