Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Qiao Yu'an shouldn't have come back. Even if he had died out there, she would have been more accepting of the situation.

Qiao Yu'an remained unmoved by these words until a figure appeared at the door. Only then did he take the gift bag and say meekly:

"No, Mom, why would you think that? I've just never seen anything like this before, and I'm afraid I'll accidentally get it dirty."

Hearing this, Mrs. Qiao felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but slam the teacup down on the coffee table: "If it's given to you, just accept it. Don't act so stingy. People who don't know the situation might think I've mistreated you."

She seemed to find it unlucky, stood up and went upstairs, scoffing, "She's really not presentable."

Seeing this, Qiao Ting almost burst out laughing. He said with a smile, "These watches and clothes are expensive. Although my mother bought them for me first, I don't really like them. I think they're perfect for you."

If it were in her previous life, Qiao Yu'an would definitely have endured it, not wanting her parents to have a bad impression of her.

Now, Qiao Yu'an threw the things at Qiao Ting, as if he was furious:

"Take what I bought for you. Why give it to me? Am I only allowed to use things you don't want? Why should I?"

Qiao Ting never expected Qiao Yu'an to break down so easily. If Qiao Yu'an was so stupid, why did he go to all that trouble to act?

Get angry, the more Qiao Yu'an acts like this, the more his parents will think he's unruly, and then they can use this opportunity to send him abroad and make him disappear forever.

"Why should I? It's because you didn't grow up here. I'm the master of this house. I'm Mom and Dad's son. Otherwise, why do you see why Mom and Dad hate you?"

He leaned close to Qiao Yu'an, his smile malicious: "If I were you, I'd leave as soon as possible. This place can't accommodate a country bumpkin like you."

Qiao Yu'an clenched his fist and slammed it into Qiao Ting's face.

"what!!"

Qiao Ting, who is just over 1.7 meters tall, was instantly knocked to the ground, looking completely incredulous.

"You, you dare to hit me?"

Qiao Yu'an rushed over, grabbed his collar, and brought his fist, the size of a sandbag, down on him again.

Qiao Ting had always lived a life of luxury, surrounded by people wherever she went, and had never encountered such a scene before.

He was instantly terrified and trembled all over. He reached out to fight back and struggle, but Qiao Yu'an grabbed his collar with one hand, leaving him no room to resist.

As Qiao Yu'an hit him, he said, "I'm my parents' biological child, this is my home..."

"Stop!!" A roar rang out from behind, followed by a woman's scream from upstairs.

"Aaaaah, you dare hit Tingting?"

"Let go, you little beast, how dare you hit my son!"

Mrs. Qiao rushed downstairs and saw that Qiao Ting had been beaten until he saw stars and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. She was so angry that she started cursing at Qiao Yu'an.

Mr. Qiao walked in with a frown and angrily shouted, "Shut up! He's a beast, and what am I?"

Qiao Yu'an, his face full of sorrow, was almost amused by those words. He thought to himself: What else could it be? That old beast.

"You're yelling at me? He hit Tingting! How dare he?"

Mrs. Qiao screamed hysterically, "I told you not to bring him back! He's a menace! That paternity test might be fake!"

"Shut up! What kind of mother are you? Qiao Yu'an is my son. Why have you been targeting him ever since he came back? He's your son." Looking at his wife, who was acting like a madwoman, Qiao's father felt for the first time that she wasn't thinking straight.

He overheard the conversation between Qiao Yu'an and Qiao Ting. Qiao Yu'an is his own son, and Qiao Ting actually wants to kick him out.

He ignored his crying wife and glanced at the two people on the ground.

"stand up."

Qiao Yu'an obediently stood up, like a child who had done something wrong, and kept his head down without saying a word.

As for Qiao Ting, both cheeks were swollen from being hit, her back teeth were loose, and blood was oozing from her mouth.

Qiao's mother rushed over and helped him up, crying, "How are you? My son, quickly call a doctor!"

After helping Qiao Ting to the sofa, Mrs. Qiao looked at Qiao Yu'an as if she were looking at an enemy.

"Your brother even asked me to prepare a gift for you, and this is how you repay him? Knowing you're so heartless, I shouldn't have brought you back."

"Alright, why are you scolding your son?" Mr. Qiao's temper flared up, and his doubts deepened.

He looked at Qiao Ting on the sofa, his eyes sharp: "Why did they start fighting?"

Qiao Yu'an knew that Qiao Fang had overheard him, but he wasn't in a hurry to explain.

Qiaoting, however, thought her father was feeling sorry for her and immediately started crying.

"I don't know either. I just gave the gifts to my younger brother, but I didn't expect him to think they were too cheap, and..."

He seemed terrified, glanced at Qiao Yu'an, trembled, and dared not continue speaking.

Qiao's mother glared fiercely at Qiao Yu'an, then hugged Qiao Ting to comfort her: "What else? Tell me, and Mom will back you up. Nobody will dare to bully you."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ting seemed to have made up her mind and said recklessly, "He also said that this house belongs to him and that I should get out of this house, sob sob sob... Mom, maybe I should leave. I'm not your biological child after all..."

He was crying so hard that it was clear he had been badly bullied by Qiao Yu'an.

However, the next second, Jodin realized that something was wrong.

Qiao Fang wasn't angry as he'd imagined; instead, he was indifferent. Only his mother hugged him and cried, feeling sorry for him.

However, Qiao's mother's attitude is also very important, especially now that she is still angry:

“You are my son, the son I raised from a baby. No one can drive you away.”

She glared at Qiao Yu'an: "Who do you think you are? When did you become the boss of the Qiao family? You've only been back for a day and you're already bullying people. You really are an ill-mannered brat. If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have..."

Seeing that Qiao's mother was talking more and more outrageously, Qiao Fang slapped her across the face and shouted angrily, "Enough! What's wrong with you!"

This slap was unexpected even for Qiao Yu'an, let alone for Madam Qiao, who was completely unaware of it.

She covered her face, dumbfounded, tears streaming from her eyes: "You hit me? Qiao Fang, how dare you hit me?"

She could no longer maintain her composure as a noblewoman and shouted angrily, "You actually hit me for this little beast! He hit our son, didn't you see that? Why were you protecting him?"

"I think you've gone mad. He's my biological son. What's wrong with me protecting him? This family isn't his, is it Qiao Ting's?"

As he said this, he looked at Qiao Ting with a sinister gaze, as if trying to see right through him.

Qiao Ting was already feeling guilty, and when she met Qiao Fang's gaze, she could only pretend to be calm and hide in Mrs. Qiao's arms while crying.

"What do you mean? Qiao Fang, do you mean you want to give up on Tingting? How can you be so heartless? He's grown up in this house all these years, don't you have any feelings for him at all?"

Seeing her husband like this, Mrs. Qiao suddenly broke down in tears.

She couldn't understand how her loving husband had become so cold and heartless.