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"It's going to be my 80th birthday soon, the surprise birthday you gave grandma is more satisfying than all the other gifts added up together. Grandmother doesn't even dare to think about it, how could you even wait until the day of my grandson's wife's birthday!? Grandmother must announce to everyone that my Xi Family has an eldest grandson!"

Xi Muqiao extended his hand to ease the old lady's anger. This news was an unexpected shock to her. The old lady raised her hand to wipe the tears in her eyes, exhorting her over and over again.

"You must bring my good grandson's wife back for me to see."

Xi Muqiao nodded. It was impossible for him to bring Qiao Mu home on his grandmother's 80th birthday. That kind of scene would expose his identity. However, she couldn't say much about it now. She would explain the details to his grandmother another day.

Not long later, Xi Mubai came in with a nurse. The nurse was taking the old lady's blood pressure while Xi Mubai and Xi Mubai stood by the side, watching.

"Mu Qiao, the matter of looks is indeed something Mu Che did wrong. I will not side with him. You must teach him a lesson this time and let him have a good memory."

Xi Lu Feng's words weren't a lie. He had watched her grow up and was extremely satisfied with her.

Last time when Mu Chen had hit his face, although it was just a bruise at the corner of his eyes and had concealed it well, he had still found traces of it during his questioning.

Xi Lu Feng was a cunning old fox. He had a deep understanding of Mo Yan's temperament and personality. He knew that she would always look around when she lied.

He didn't believe that he had accidentally bumped into her. The aunty at home had told him that Mu Chen would often quarrel with her. He also knew what the conduct of his son was. Mu Chen would fall if he got angry.

No matter how much he doted on his son, Mu Che had done something wrong this time. Just looking at how badly he had beaten up his son, his heart still ached.

Both of Xi Muqiao's hands were in his pockets as he watched silently as the nurse hid the blood pressure tester on the old lady's arm. His face was so pale that it looked as if it was about to drip.

"I will be your second uncle. You know that, just like Little Yan, she is also a child of the Xi Family. If that had not happened, I would never have agreed to let Mu Chen marry me."

Xi Lu Feng nodded his head and looked in the direction of the old lady as well. "I know."

With such a face injury, it was natural to teach him a lesson. After all, not only was her face the wife of Mu Che, but she was also the granddaughter of the old lady who had doted on her for twenty years.

In the IV drip room.

Simocher's face was flushed. He sat casually on the chair and dripped some alcohol. The transparent liquid slowly seeped into his veins and veins through the silver needle.

Halfway through the infusion, his mind also cleared up. He lifted his right hand that had no infusion, and looked at it drowsily for a while before a series of solid slaps landed on his face. The loud sounds of face-smacking resounded loudly in the silent IV drip room.

Did he make a move on her again?

He remembered the sudden, piercing scream of his sister-in-law, and he remembered his father pointing at him and shouting at the bastard. He remembered that his grandmother had fainted, but he could not remember how her face had looked like.

All he could remember was that her face had taken off his clothes and helped him into the bathroom. He wanted to kiss her, but her appearance was not allowed. They quarrelled, and he fell something. He suddenly heard Simujo's name …

At this moment, he hated himself more than he hated Simujo.

He wanted to look at her face, to see how she was doing, but he didn't dare. He didn't dare to see the bruises all over her face.

His eyes were extremely sore. He covered his face with his right hand, but couldn't stop the tears that were gushing out. The tears fell on his face, then down to his chin, and then onto the white floor on his body.

He whimpered in pain. "My looks, I'm sorry."

The IV drip room's door was kicked open by someone from outside and slammed shut. A tall figure quickly walked in front of him and pulled him up by his collar. Before he could see clearly, a fist landed heavily on his face, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind.

The needle pierced through his blood vessels and flesh, and came out from the back of his hand, bringing with it a string of blood droplets. The blood in the needle quickly flowed back, dyeing the entire infusion line red.

"Big brother!"

Blood spurted out from his nose and quickly flowed onto his face. He touched the chair and staggered to his feet. Just as he steadied himself, Xi Muqiao's shiny black leather shoes heavily kicked his stomach, knocking him to the ground.

He did not have the strength to stand up again. His body was curled up in a ball, and his nose was bleeding profusely. Not long later, a pool of blood was formed on the ground.

"Big Brother, I should have, I should have!"

His entire body seemed to have fallen apart. Xi Muqiao's punch and kick did not have any mercy, yet he felt that this kind of pain was not even the slightest bit as painful as the pain in his heart.

Since she was young, she had always been sensitive to pain. She feared pain the most. If he were to hit her, how much pain would she suffer?

Xi Muqiao was dressed neatly, his shirt had two buttons on the top, and when compared to the blood-stained Xi Muche who was curled up on the floor, he was like a celestial being in the heavens.

His expression was gloomy and cold, the light in his eyes clouded over. He no longer concealed the icy and ruthless aura all over his body as he released it all. He spread out his two long legs and slowly walked towards Simochi.

He grabbed Simoché by the collar and picked him up, not caring that his blood was on his hands. His voice was as cold as ice, and it was filled with a tinge of violence that sent chills down one's spine.

He questioned her mercilessly, "How did you tell me about it on the day of our wedding, huh?"

Simocher's face turned even paler. He didn't resist at all as he said in a daze, "Jinx, cherish her, love her, and don't let her get hurt or hurt."

Mubai Qiao acted as if he had heard a great joke and coldly sneered, "Did you cherish her? "Her injuries were all because of you, Simochi. Let me tell you, I regret it. I regret agreeing to marry you!"

He flung Simochi away with all his might, stood up straight, and looked down at Simochi who had collapsed on the ground.

"Go get yourself cleaned up and follow me to the ward!"

Such a loud voice had attracted the attention of the nurses outside. However, none of them dared to stop the two people inside the IV drip room.