Chapter 163 The Prodigal Son 2 (1/2)

Zi Xi shook her slightly numb hand, glanced at the pool of foul-smelling liquid mixed with swill, blood, and tears on the ground, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

She took a step forward, looking down at the disheveled man on the ground. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.

"You scoundrel, stop with your disgusting pretense!"

"Don't you realize your clothes are wet? Is that a woman's sachet hidden under your chest? And the fragrance of the love knot tied around your waist is so strong it makes me want to throw up my dinner from last night!"

"Back to the phoenix coronet and embroidered robe? After hardship comes happiness?"

"Or are you trying to make excuses, saying that you embroidered that sachet yourself?"

"A grown man staying at home threading a needle and showing off his sachets? You have quite a wide range of hobbies!"

After saying that, Zi Xi sneered, her laughter filled with contempt, as if to say that it was a waste of time to argue with such a person.

"Get lost! You fickle scumbag!"

"Regardless of our past relationship, from this day forward, I sever all ties with you, you lowly man!"

"Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

She lifted her foot and kicked Pei Ziqing's shin with the tip of her shoe in utter disdain. The force wasn't great, but the insult was extremely strong.

Pei Ziqing suddenly raised her head. Her face was beyond description. Her swollen cheeks were covered with handprints, blood, tears, and swill stains. A few rotten vegetable leaves clung stubbornly to her hair and wouldn't fall off.

It looks really bad.

"Fine, fine, fine, fine you bitch!"

"I, Pei Ziqing, will never forget this humiliation!"

Even if Liu Zixi kneels at my feet and begs for my forgiveness one day, I will never forgive you!

Pei Ziqing's voice was hoarse and broken as he squeezed out each word from between his bloodied teeth.

After making what he thought was a domineering declaration, he struggled to get up, but the sharp pain in his nose made his vision go black. He tried several times but collapsed to the ground, only able to glare at Zi Xi with resentment.

"Tsk, I~ won't~ forgive~ you either~."

"Look at yourself! You can't even get up, you're just crawling on the ground like a maggot, and you still dare to spout such arrogant nonsense here??"

Zi Xi clicked her tongue impatiently, too lazy to look at him again, and rubbed her right wrist, which was still aching slightly.

"Several men, throw this thing out of here!"

"If he ever comes again, beat him every time we see him!"

After saying that, Zi Xi turned around and went back to the kitchen to quickly wash her hands, which were covered in bad luck.

Even if you hit that scumbag's face with a wooden basin from a distance, it's still bad luck!

However, the moment she turned around, Zi Xi's vision went black, and she staggered backward, about to fall headfirst into the puddle of swill mixed with Pei Ziqing's nosebleed.

It's over, it's really over!

He was just feeling powerful when he had to fall flat on his face because of low blood sugar?

Still with that scumbag's filth all over her face!

Zi Xi closed her eyes in despair, feeling like she wanted to die.

But the expected cold, sticky sensation did not come.

A hand with distinct joints, exceptionally steady and powerful, appeared out of thin air and firmly supported her back as she was about to fall.