8: Chapter 8 Zhao Xiaotian Hit Jin Rong! (Part 2)

Zhao Zilong's face was dark and cold. If it were the original owner, he might have forgiven Jin Rong, but he would not.

"Once unfaithful, never used again. Jin Rong, our fate as husband and wife has come to an end."

As he spoke, Zhao Zilong took out a Letter of Divorce from his robe, which he had written last night.

"What is this?"

Seeing Zhao Zilong take out a letter, Jin Rong thought of something and immediately panicked.

"Jin Rong, take this Letter of Divorce and get lost. Whether you fare well or poorly, live or die in the future has nothing to do with me. Don't show up in front of me and offend my eyes again. Seeing you makes me sick."

"Xiaotian, untie her and let her get lost."

Zhao Zilong threw the Letter of Divorce onto the ground.

Zhao Xiaotian stepped forward to untie Jin Rong's ropes.

"Xiaotian, please plead with your father for Mother."

Jin Rong pinned her hopes on Zhao Xiaotian.

Zhao Xiaotian acted as if he hadn't heard, silently untying the ropes for Jin Rong.

"Zhao Xiaotian, are you even refusing to listen to my words now? Do you believe I'll still whip you?"

Jin Rong grew furious and roared loudly.

The movement of Zhao Xiaotian's hands stiffened, and a look of trepidation was clearly visible on his small face, but it slowly turned into determination.

"Aunt Jin, Father likely won't forgive you, and I can't persuade him either. Also, you have been divorced now, so you are no longer my mother. If you hit me again, I will fight back. Don't look at how thin Xiaotian is; I carry medicine bags at the pharmacy every day, so I have some strength. You can't beat Xiaotian, and Xiaotian doesn't want to hurt you."

"You should listen to Father, take the Letter of Divorce, and leave. Don't worry, I will take good care of Father."

After saying these words, Zhao Xiaotian felt the pent-up frustration of the past vent out, and he felt much better.

"You little beast, you dare speak to me like this? I'll beat you to death!"

The moment the ropes were untied, Jin Rong raised her hand to slap Zhao Xiaotian's face.

However, Zhao Xiaotian grabbed Jin Rong's wrist and looked at her with burning eyes, saying, "Aunt Jin, I said it, you are no longer my mother. Don't even think about hitting me again."

"You..."

Jin Rong was a woman and naturally lacked Zhao Xiaotian's strength. Moreover, she hadn't eaten for over a day and was very weak now. She really couldn't move Zhao Xiaotian, and she was livid.

Zhao Xiaotian forcefully threw off Jin Rong's hand, picked up the Letter of Divorce from the ground, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Aunt Jin, leave. Don't offend Father's eyes anymore, otherwise, if you make Father unhappy, I'm afraid Father will hit you again, and I won't dare to stop him."

"Good, good, good! You little beast, you dare treat me like this too. Just you wait, sooner or later, I will kill you. And you, Zhao Zilong, you are so heartless; I swear I will never let you off!"

Jin Rong gripped the Letter of Divorce tightly and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Xiaotian, slap her."

Since Jin Rong still dared to bluster and threaten, Zhao Zilong would not tolerate it any longer.

"Father, do I really have to hit her?"

"Hit her."

"Okay."

Slap!

Zhao Xiaotian swung his arm in a wide arc and delivered a heavy slap to Jin Rong's face, knocking her directly to the ground and making her mouth bleed.

Her head was ringing.

"This brat is actually quite ruthless. Why didn't I notice it before?"

Even Zhao Zilong hadn't expected Zhao Xiaotian to deliver such a heavy slap; it was completely beyond his expectations.

"Jin Rong, get lost, or I'll have Xiaotian use a stick."

Zhao Zilong said in a deep voice.

"Father, I'll go find a stick right now."

Zhao Xiaotian stood up and actually started looking for a stick in the woodshed.

When he saw thin ones, he bypassed them directly, clearly looking for a thick one.

Jin Rong was both angry and afraid. This father and son were worse than beasts; how could they treat a woman like this?

Weren't they afraid of divine retribution?

"Fine, I'll go, I'll go. Zhao Zilong, don't you dare regret this if you have the ability. In the future, even if you kneel at my skirt, I won't forgive you."

Jin Rong crawled up, her steps very unsteady. Her body swayed, and she nearly fell several times. She slowly left the woodshed, left the courtyard, and her figure disappeared.

"Xiaotian, come here."

Zhao Zilong called over Zhao Xiaotian, who was still looking for a stick.

Zhao Xiaotian walked up to Zhao Zilong, his small face pale, his body shaking, and his eyes filled with fear and unease.

"Father, Xiaotian was wrong. You can hit Xiaotian."

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaotian was about to kneel down.

Zhao Zilong hurriedly reached out to support Zhao Xiaotian.

"Xiaotian, you're not wrong. Father doesn't mean to blame you. But how did I not notice earlier that you're quite ruthless? That wench Jin Rong was not good to you; whatever you do to her is deserved. I was just wondering, will you treat Father like this in the future?"

"Father, you should just hit Xiaotian."

Zhao Xiaotian's eyes immediately turned red, shimmering with tears.

"Xiaotian, Father said that I won't hit you anymore and will take good care of you."

Zhao Zilong said softly.

Zhao Xiaotian said, "Father, Xiaotian isn't ruthless. It's just that Jin Rong was really bad to Xiaotian. Xiaotian hates her so much that sometimes I even wanted to kill her."

"Then did you never think about killing Father?"

Zhao Zilong asked.

Zhao Xiaotian said, "Father, my life was saved by you. Moreover, you are the father and I am the son. How can a son turn against his father? Even if you beat Xiaotian to death, Xiaotian must endure it. And no matter how you treat Xiaotian, Xiaotian will provide for you and give you a proper burial."

"Have you truly never hated Father?"

Zhao Zilong was somewhat skeptical.

Seeing that Zhao Zilong showed no sign of blame or anger, Zhao Xiaotian relaxed quite a bit. He raised his hand to scratch his head and said, "I have. Sometimes after being hit and scolded by Father, I wanted to leave this home. And, and..."

"And what?"

Zhao Zilong was curious.

Zhao Xiaotian said, "Sometimes after being hit and scolded by Father, Xiaotian spat in Father's porridge."

"What? You spat in my porridge?"

Zhao Zilong's eyes widened, and he felt a bit nauseous, though he wasn't angry.

"Was it just spitting?"

"In Father's porridge, I only spat a little bit. But in Jin Rong's porridge, I peed and even added Croton Seeds. Jin Rong's stomach ache a few days ago was Xiaotian's doing."

As Zhao Xiaotian said these words, he watched Zhao Zilong's reaction, already prepared for Zhao Zilong to hit him.

"Hahaha, you brat are really quite devious."

Zhao Zilong wasn't annoyed at all and burst out laughing.

Zhao Xiaotian also scratched his head and chuckled foolishly, with even more tears in his eyes.

"Father really has changed. If it were before, he would have definitely taken a stick to me by now. Now he's just laughing. Father is so good."

"Xiaotian, you did the right thing. If others are not good to you, you must retaliate. You can't just suffer grievances for nothing. Father was worried that your personality would lead to you being bullied, but now I'm relieved."

Zhao Zilong spoke from the heart; he liked Zhao Xiaotian's personality even more now.

"Father, you're right. Whoever is good to Xiaotian, Xiaotian will be twice as good to them. Whoever is not good to Xiaotian, even if Xiaotian can't do anything now, I will retaliate in the future. For a gentleman, ten years is not too long to seek revenge; Xiaotian has plenty of time."

"It's right to think that way. Come, Father will take you out to eat something delicious."

Zhao Zilong smiled.

Zhao Xiaotian said, "Father, Xiaotian made porridge."

"We're eating out."

"Father, isn't that a waste?"

"Father is afraid you spat in it again."

"I didn't spit this time."

"Really?"

"I really didn't spit this time."

"Hahaha..."

Amidst loud laughter, Zhao Zilong put his arm around Zhao Xiaotian's shoulder, and the father and son left the courtyard.

The morning light shone on the two of them, one tall and one short, their shadows long and short, swaying and merging together...