Chapter 19 The Poor Woman

Hearing shouts and cursing outside, and then feeling someone enter her steamed bun shop, the proprietress looked up blankly.

When the proprietress looked up and saw the refined-looking young man, who looked like he was still in college, coldly dragging her bastard husband by the hair, she couldn’t help but show surprise and panic.

“Is this bastard causing trouble here, boss lady?!” Yu Ziqing asked, pulling the man’s hair up forcefully.

“It hurts, it hurts, damn it, let go!” the man yelled, but dared not struggle anymore, because the more he struggled, the more it hurt.

Seeing this, the proprietress’s eyes revealed a complex mix of pleasure and pain. She nodded, then shook her head.

Yu Ziqing was a little stunned, but when she saw the man’s obviously excessive nightlife under the light, she understood what was going on, because Wenwen’s eyebrows and this man were somewhat similar.

“What a waste of a beautiful flower on cow dung!” Yu Ziqing cursed inwardly and angrily let go.

Once the man was freed, he immediately regained his energy and started cursing, “You dare pull my hair? Do you want to die?!”

He cursed and then kicked Yu Ziqing hard in the stomach.

A cold glint flashed in Yu Ziqing’s eyes. Before the man could kick him, he had already kicked him in the stomach. With a thud, the man fell face-first to the ground, his mouth hitting the ground hard. Two of his front teeth were knocked out, and his mouth was full of blood, which even flowed onto the ground.

“A man like you, I’ll not only drag you down, I’ll beat you up!” Yu Ziqing got angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He raised his foot to stomp down, but when he caught a glimpse of Wenwen’s terrified eyes, his heart softened and he withdrew his foot.

“For your daughter’s sake, I’ll let you off this time,” Yu Ziqing cursed.

The proprietress was stunned and forgot to sob for a moment. Ever since their conversation that day, she had always thought Yu Ziqing was a gentle, refined, and kind-hearted young man. She never expected that he would be more ruthless than those thugs when he got angry.

“This is our family matter, what the hell is it to you?” The man lay on the ground for a while, finally regaining some strength, and stood up again, cursing, but he didn’t dare to kick Yu Ziqing again.

The landlady’s eyes dimmed noticeably, tears blurred her vision, and she cried out in anguish, “You’re a bastard! You’re not my husband! You’re the one who stubbornly refuses to divorce me!”

“Divorce? Humph!” The man wiped the blood from his mouth, pointed at the proprietress, and cursed, “I get it now. No wonder you keep saying you want to divorce me. The steamed bun shop is doing so well, yet you always say you have no money. Turns out you’re using the money to support this gigolo!”

“No, I didn’t! All the money went to Wenwen’s medical treatment!” the landlady retorted hysterically.

“Still saying no, no? Why is this pretty boy standing up for you?” the man cursed, raising his hand to hit the proprietress. Suddenly, his neck tightened; a cold, hard hand, like an iron clamp, gripped his neck from behind. He frantically tried to pry Yu Ziqing’s hand off his neck, yelling, “Still saying no? Then why, why now…?”

Before he could finish speaking, the man felt a sharp pain in his throat, as if he were being suspended by a steel cable, his legs lifted off the ground, his face instantly turning purplish-red, veins bulging on his face, and he was unable to speak.

Yu Ziqing grabbed the man by the neck and brought his face close to hers, coldly saying, “If it weren’t for your daughter, I would break your legs right now!”

After saying that, Yu Ziqing ignored the man’s desperate struggles and rolling eyes, grabbed his neck and dragged him to the side of the road like a dead dog, then threw him to the ground, kicked him, and cursed, “Get out of here!”

The man coughed several times before standing up unsteadily, clutching his throat. He looked at Yu Ziqing, opened his mouth as if to curse, but ultimately didn’t dare to speak.

Just then, a car drove by. He hurriedly waved to stop it, darted inside like a rabbit, and as the car started moving, he pointed at Yu Ziqing through the window and yelled, “You pretty boy, just you wait! I’ll make sure you two scumbags pay!”

Yu Ziqing shook his head and turned to enter the steamed bun shop. He saw the proprietress looking at him with pain, sadness, guilt, despair, and helplessness in her eyes.

Yu Ziqing’s heart softened for no reason, and a trace of pity arose in her heart.

This woman has had a really tough time. Not only does she have a daughter with autism, but she also has such a husband. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn’t have been able to hold on!

“It’s alright, he’s gone!” Yu Ziqing said softly.

“I’m so sorry that you got scolded too!” the proprietress said apologetically.

“It’s nothing, I even beat him up, it wasn’t a loss!” Seeing that the proprietress was still concerned about him at this time, Yu Ziqing felt even more pity for her. He deliberately spoke to her in a joking tone, hoping to distract her.

The proprietress glanced gratefully at Yu Ziqing, then picked up her daughter from the ground, lovingly stroking her hair and letting out a soft sigh.

The sound rang out in the quiet of the early morning, and it was heartbreaking to hear.

Seeing Xiao Wenwen clinging to the landlady’s shoulder, her eyes glazed with fear, Yu Ziqing’s heart softened again. She sighed along with the landlady and said, “The child is a little frightened. Let me take care of her. I have a way to make her fall asleep. After she sleeps, she’ll forget everything when she wakes up.”

The proprietress looked at Yu Ziqing with some surprise and doubt, but in the end she handed the child over to Yu Ziqing.

When the landlady handed the child to Yu Ziqing, Yu Ziqing smelled the landlady’s pleasant body fragrance. When he took the child, his hand inadvertently touched a smooth and soft surface.

Yu Ziqing’s eyes followed the hand and saw that the proprietress’s floral T-shirt was open all the way to her chest because two buttons had fallen off. The old bra, which she didn’t know how long it had been used, could not hide the two snow-white and full breasts in front of her. On the contrary, it squeezed and supported them, making them more prominent and firm, and even the two cherry red spots peeked out a little.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing’s youthful heart showed signs of losing control and began to beat violently.

The proprietress was clearly aware that she had just exposed herself, and a wave of panic washed over her. A blush swept across her delicate and pretty face, and her flour-covered hands frantically pulled at her collar. However, her breasts were quite full, and in her haste, they couldn’t be concealed at all; her snow-white breasts appeared even more alluring under the cover.