Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Wu Qingjin hasn't appeared for a year.

Last year, she wanted to poison Qiao Zhizhi so that she would never be able to paint again, but the poison backfired and she had no choice but to cut off her hands to prevent the poison from spreading throughout her body.

In order to prevent her from getting into trouble, the Wu family imprisoned her at home. Within a year, her legs began to atrophy. Of course, this was also due to the influence of the toxins.

Both the Wu family and the Murong family, whose relationship with the Wu family had deteriorated and they had fought to the death, had become powerless since they were demoted and dismissed from office. The two families no longer had the energy to fight each other, and it was already good enough that they could keep everything they had.

Therefore, these two families are now like stagnant water, lifeless and full of negativity.

Wu Qingjin is very young after all. After spending a year at home without leaving the house, he couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to go out and take a look. After much persuasion, his family finally agreed.

Seeing that there was something exciting to watch ahead, he asked someone to push her over.

"He's truly a rare genius. A genius like him only appears once every hundred years."

"The painting is completely accurate to the real scene. Even the traces of insect bites on the edge of the willow branch can be restored exactly as it was."

"Look at the ripples on the water, and the reflection of the sun in the water. It's so exquisite."

The onlookers were full of praise and were convinced.

Wu Qingjin had a bad feeling in her heart. In the past year, she had not forgotten that name. Instead, that person kept appearing in her dreams and became her nightmare.

Although she always believed that Murong Shu was the one who caused her to end up in this situation, her hatred for Qiao Zhizhi was even greater than her hatred for Murong Shu.

If Qiao Zhizhi hadn't been so determined to stand out and hadn't suddenly displayed some talent, how could she have become mentally unbalanced, and the series of events that followed wouldn't have happened.

The servant pushed her to a suitable position. Wu Qingjin stretched her neck, but could not see what was happening in front of her.

She frowned: "How can I see with so many people? Lift me up."

The servant had no choice but to lift the wheelchair.

After Qiao Zhizhi finished a painting, people around her started bidding. There were many wealthy people present. In such a good spring atmosphere, they were very happy to buy a painting that everyone recognized.

"Thank you all for coming to support us. I won't sell the paintings I made here. Why don't you draw a lottery? Whoever draws the painting gets it. Just treat it as fun." Qiao Zhizhi said.

"Okay, the lucky draw is good. It gives ordinary people like us a chance to own Mr. Qiao's paintings."

The crowd suddenly became excited.

"Nowadays, even a small painting by Master Qiao can fetch over two to three thousand taels of silver. Normally, it's out of our reach. I hope good luck will befall us."

Wu Qingjin looked at this scene with blank eyes.

Although she had been living in seclusion at home for the past year, how could she not know that Qiao Zhizhi had become a popular painter outside, and a slightly unique and larger painting was worth a fortune.

Qiao Zhizhi is now living the life she dreamed of, enjoying the attention she wanted and unlimited fame.

The distance between them now is one in the sky and the other on the ground, which can be said to be a world of difference.

And her hands were disabled, which cut off all her hope.

Immediately, a surge of dark emotions surged from the bottom of my heart, entangled and collided.

Wu Qingjin subconsciously tried to hold on to the wheelchair armrest, but when she felt a pain in her phantom limb, she realized that she no longer had any hands.

It was just a face, but it had become extremely distorted. Coupled with the lack of sleep and food for many days, the sunken face looked even more hideous.

Her gaze fell on Lin Songyan's face again.

So what if she was glorious? Qiao Zhizhi married into the Lin family. The third son of the Lin family was infertile, so she was destined to be childless for the rest of her life. She didn't know what would happen to her when she got old.

Qiao Zhizhi appears to be calm on the surface, but no one knows how concerned and painful she is inside. Maybe she is just like her at night, tossing and turning and unable to get a full night's sleep.

Thinking of this situation, Wu Qingjin felt relieved and finally got a little comfort.

Lin Songyan wrote the winning mark on a piece of paper. There were more than a hundred people watching, but only one person could win. The other pieces of paper were blank.

Then everyone lined up to receive the notes, and only after they had all received them were they asked to open the notes.

When the prize announcement came, everyone opened their slips and immediately there was a lot of regret as they all shook their heads because they were not the winners.

Instead, a half-grown child ran up with a piece of paper in his hand: "I won the prize! I got Mr. Qiao's painting."

The child had a sturdy appearance and wore simple clothes with a few patches on them. It was obvious that he came from a poor family. Everyone was relieved that he got this painting, which could improve his family's life.

A young man from a wealthy family stopped the boy and offered two thousand taels to buy the painting from him.

Both parties get what they need and everyone is happy.

The boy took the banknote and ran to his mother who was selling vegetables at a street corner.

Qiao Zhizhi looked at this scene and smiled knowingly. She hoped that the painting would fall into the hands of someone in need.

But she cannot give away paintings normally, and even if she throws them away, she cannot reduce the value of the paintings. It's just like selling something.

"I can't have children in this lifetime, so I can only rely on these paintings to soothe myself. But can they really make up for the emptiness and loss in my heart?"

"Horse manure is just shiny."

Since Wu Qingjin came out and met Qiao Zhizhi again, he couldn't help but make some sarcastic remarks.

Otherwise, all the inhuman torture she experienced would have been in vain.

She also wanted to hurt Qiao Zhizhi, and even remind her that some things can never be changed, so that she wouldn't get carried away by the daily pursuit and forget how big the regrets in her life would be.

Qiao Zhizhi looked towards the source of the sound.

Although she knew that Wu Qingjin was not doing well, she couldn't help but be surprised to see her like this.

Wu Qingjin in front of him seemed to have been drained of her energy bit by bit. Her flesh and blood had shriveled up, leaving only skin covering her bones. Her vitality was gone, and she looked completely out of tune with the normal people on the street. People passing by her wheelchair walked away with frightened looks on their faces, as if they had seen a monster.

She smiled. It seemed that Wu Qingjin had not given up paying attention to her even though he had been staying at home for the past year.

"Miss Wu actually knew that I was empty, could it be that she is a worm in my stomach?"

"Otherwise, you're destined to be childless in this life. Are you really as peaceful and happy as you appear on the surface? Everyone can act. Qiao Zhizhi, you're clearly in pain, so stop pretending."

Qiao Zhizhi sighed inwardly. Ever since she married Lin Songyan, those who envied her always made a fuss about this matter, as if it was a sore spot of hers that they wanted to poke at with all their might.

"It's unfortunate." She said lightly: "I'm already pregnant for more than a month. I'm sorry to disappoint you."