"Grandpa!" Chiang Xiao’s eyes were on the verge of splitting, she broke free from Grandma and rushed over to push Chiang Baoguo away, steadying Grandpa herself.
"Uncle Hai, how are you?" Ge Liutao’s tears immediately started rolling down, her hands trembling.
How could this happen?
How did things get to this point?
Chiang Songhai was helped to sit on a chair, but his back was hunched, his fingers trembling.
"Grandpa..." Chiang Xiao’s face also turned somewhat pale, almost losing her voice at the thought of asking him if his back hurt.
"Little, I’m fine..." Chiang Songhai instinctively comforted her first, even though his back hurt so much he couldn’t straighten up.
Chiang Xiao couldn’t help but yell, "How can you be fine!"
That chair was so sturdy and heavy, and it was smashed down with brute force, how could it be fine! Chiang Xiao spun around furiously, her fierce eyes glared at Chiang Baohe, her hands clenched into fists, wishing she could stab him to death right there and then.
Chiang Baohe was too dangerous!
He had psychological issues and a tendency towards violence, a dangerous element who also harbored such animosity towards their family. In Chiang Xiao’s view, his existence was already a threat to their life safety.
This had become clear to her when he chased after her and hit her last time, but she still hadn’t found a way to deal with him until now.
Even now, he had hurt Grandpa, but what could she do?
Even though Chiang Xiao had become mentally tough and cold, murder was still a threshold she couldn’t easily cross!
Her hands could create a nation-toppling peony, magnificent landscapes, a thousand forms of beauty, and even depict galloping horses, but her hands had never taken a life.
Hatred surged in Chiang Xiao’s eyes.
She was fiercely suppressing the boundless, dark violence within her.
For the sake of someone like Chiang Baohe, was getting her hands bloody with murder worth it?
No one knew what she was thinking at the moment, but Chiang Baohe saw the hatred and intent to kill in her eyes.
At this moment, in his eyes, Chiang Xiao was like a cornered wolf cub desperate to break free for a chance at life.
This little wolf cub wanted to kill him.
Being stared at with such a look, Chiang Baohe felt his suppressed violence surging once again. He couldn’t control himself, feeling as if it would be best to kill her now, or he wouldn’t have peace later.
That was Chiang Baohe’s intuition. It was a strange feeling that flashed through his mind, but it was enough to make him feel an urge to act.
"Baohe!" Chiang Baoguo didn’t see Chiang Xiao’s look but saw Chiang Baohe’s.
The remaining eye was almost blood-red.
His own brother wanted to kill Chiang Xiao.
Chiang Baoguo could see Chiang Baohe’s urge, and alarm shot through him. He immediately stepped forward, shielding Chiang Xiao behind him and pushed Chiang Baohe, rebuking him in a deep voice, "Get out first!"
This brother had brute strength, which was good when used for farming – their many mouths at home needed to eat, and it definitely wouldn’t work with just their father tending the land.
But if this strength was used to cause trouble, Chiang Baoguo was the first who wouldn’t let it slide.
Now Chiang Baohe had gone so far as to hit their Second Uncle; if word got out, their family would lose face. Chiang Baoguo was planning to go to the city to work in a factory, to hold down a secure job, and he couldn’t let their family reputation be ruined.
Chiang Baohe still had some respect for his eldest brother. He snorted and left the room.
Chiang Baoguo took a deep breath, turned back around, and looked at Chiang Songhai, "Second Uncle, Baohe has always been rough. Don’t take it to heart."
"Ah..." Chiang Songhai nodded instinctively in agreement.