My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

While holding the little monk’s hand, Qiao Mu introduced him to her family, only explaining that he was a little monk that she had picked up during her trip.

This little monk was soft and adorable like a steamed white bun, and Wei Ziqin fell in love at first sight.
This made our dear little Qiao Sen vigilant, and he glanced at the little monk repeatedly.

Seeing that she was a bit tired, everyone urged Qiao Mu to go rest after they finished eating dinner.

Since her period had just come for the first time, she had low energy during these few days.
So after she returned to her room, she washed up and went to sleep.

As for the little monk, she naturally left it to her mother to make arrangements.

After night fell.

Inside a rundown temple, the sound of Elderly Lady’s struggling cough whilst at death’s door was heard intermittently.

Elderly Lady was curled up on the icy ground in thin clothes.
Xu Jiao had even sold her only jacket, so at present, she could only silently endure the cold in tears.

She could never have imagined that she would spend her days like this.

Let alone eating and drinking less, the crucial point was that she, at her age, was being readily hit and scolded by her vicious daughter-in-law.

The patience Xu Jiao had for Elderly Lady ran out on the third day that they had moved into the rundown temple.

She waited for the Qiao Zhongbang couple to come pick up his old mother in vain, and Qiao Zhongheng couldn’t find a custodian job either.
She had no idea how her family had endured for the past few days, and they were basically at the point where they had to fight with dogs over food.

Adding to that was the fact that Elderly Lady was used to living a pampered lifestyle, so she easily got sick and needed to be waited upon.
Xu Jiao’s anger rose day by day, and she finally couldn’t hold it in anymore, giving Elderly Lady a violent beating.

She got addicted once she started, and she would brutally beat Elderly Lady whenever she felt upset, which was practically every day.
Now, hearing Elderly Lady cough without stopping, the anger in Xu Jiao’s heart surged again.

After scolding “cursed old b*tch,” Xu Jiao hopped up, picking up the bamboo slab that she habitually used before striking it at Elderly Lady’s body.