Meeting you in autumn

"Ha, Dad? Do you deserve it?"

"Snapped!"

Jing Ming rushed to Jing Yi's side, examined the injuries on his face and forehead, and tears streamed down her face.

"Jing Shengtian, are you even human? He's your son, how could you do such a cruel thing!" Jing Ming shouted angrily, looking at the bloodstains and clear handprints on Jing Yi's face.

"Ah Yi, does it hurt?" Jing Ming asked with tears streaming down her face.

"It's alright, Auntie."

Just then, Xia Xia, who had just finished watching the commotion, walked over in the manner of a virtuous wife and advised, "Sheng Tian, ​​even if you're angry, you shouldn't have laid a hand on A Yi."

"Get out! You don't deserve to call me by my name. Just hearing you say my name makes me feel incredibly unlucky!"

Jing Yi's eyes widened, veins bulging on his face, and he roared fiercely at Xia Xia.

Jing Li, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines and had long disliked Jing Yi, could no longer suppress his anger when he heard his mother being insulted in such a way.

"Jing Yi, who do you think you are! How dare you insult my mother like that!" Jing Li shouted angrily.

"Heh~ Like mother, like son. How good can the son of trash like you be? He'll always be a hopeless case, a useless piece of trash for life!"

Jing Yi not only did not restrain himself at all, but instead intensified his mockery, his face full of disdain and contempt.

"Jing Yi, you fucking dare to say that again!" Jing Li roared, grabbing a stool next to him and raising it high, as if to smash it down on Jing Yi.

However, before he could even put the stool down, Jing Yifei kicked Jing Li directly in the stomach.

With a muffled thud, Jing Li flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Xia Xia was terrified when she saw her son being kicked away by Jing Yi.

She screamed in panic and rushed over, helping Jing Li up from the ground. She anxiously looked him up and down, checking his injuries.

She then burst into tears, crying loudly, "My poor son! Jing Yi, how could you be so cruel to your own brother? Husband, come and see! This house can no longer accommodate us! Waaah..."

"Then get out of here! The Jing family has never been a place for you. Xia Xia, you stole her."

"Jing Yi, she's your mother!" Jing Shengtian was furious when he saw Xia Xia with tears streaming down her face and the injured Jing Li.

"You killed my mother long ago."

"You...you unfilial son," Jing Shengtian heard his words and wanted to hit him again, but Jing Ming blocked him in front of him. In the end, he could only choke out the last sentence in frustration.

"Jing Shengtian, do you have a heart? What kind of skill is it to hit a child?" Jing Ming continued to defend Jing Yi, questioning him sharply.

Xia Xia, who was standing to the side, felt jealous when she saw Jing Ming protecting Jing Yi.

"Heh~ All you can do is hit people? Jing Shengtian, you're such a coward," Jing Yi said coldly, looking at his so-called blood father.

"You unfilial son, who gave you the life you have now? It was your father, the Jing family, not your dead mother!"

Upon hearing this, Jing Yi instantly flew into a rage and kicked Jing Shengtian hard.

A loud "Ah!" echoed throughout the old house as Jing Shengtian clutched his stomach and cried out in pain.

"Jing Shengtian, you are not worthy to mention my mother. Without my mother, you are nothing."

"You only need to always remember that everything you, and indeed the entire Jing family, have now is a gift from my mother, Fu Ling."

"Also, the things that have tarnished your reputation online are just a small warning," Jing Yi said in a cold voice, his expression as stern as if he were a demon emerging from the underworld, before resolutely leaving.

"You, you, you unfilial son!" Jing Shengtian was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and he stammered as he roared.

"Hmph, just like your mother, arrogant and haughty, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth. When I truly control the Jing family, I will make you pay a thousandfold for what you did to my son today." Xia Xia watched Jing Yi's departing figure, clenching her fists tightly, thinking to herself.

When Uncle Fang saw Jing Yi striding over, he quickly went up to him and saw the handprint on his right cheek mixed with blood, and the obvious wound on his forehead. Uncle Fang was heartbroken.

"Young Master, let's go to the hospital now." Uncle Fang, with red eyes, pulled Jing Yi into the car and was about to start the car to go to the hospital when a hoarse voice came.

"Uncle Fang, no need, I'm tired. Just take me to Xinxin Villa."

"But, young master, your injuries..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Fang, you won't die."

Looking at the stubborn Jing Yi, Uncle Fang felt a pang of helplessness and heartache. He knew the deep pain in Jing Yi's heart, but there was nothing he could do to change it.