"The treasure kept for last?"
Granny Qiao was startled by Qiao Zhenbang, staring fixedly at her most beloved eldest grandson.
Suddenly, she noticed that the grandson she had always been so proud of had become somewhat unrecognizable.
Especially at this moment, his eyes were blood-shot, his beard unkempt, and his appearance was shambolic, resembling someone who had been fooling around somewhere for days and nights.
Granny Qiao, who had seen much and knew a lot, suddenly had an image come to mind —
A rich heir from the Provincial City, a profligate and worthless gambler, having squandered his family fortune, still hoping to turn the tables, even going so far as to try to yank the gold earrings from his own mother’s ears in the street as his gambling stake.
His mother’s earlobes were torn and blood poured out profusely.
Yet the good-for-nothing son seemed not to see it, stuffing the gold earrings into his pocket, then grabbing his mother by the throat and yelling, "Old thing, if you have anything valuable, hurry up and hand it over!"
The utter insanity, the inhumanity, sent chills down one’s spine.
And now, her eldest grandson unexpectedly overlapped with that crazed prodigal from her memory.
Granny Qiao then realized, "Jiaojiao was not wrong, Qiao Zhenbang truly has strayed from the right path!"
Qiao Zhenbang:...I’ve been busy these past few days gathering information in town, unable to eat or sleep well, which is why I look quite disheveled.
Moreover, the incident with Qian Xiue hit him quite hard; he desperately needed some confirmation.
Wailing, isn’t that first in wealth, or perhaps some other great outcome?
If Granny also confirms that there is no past life, nor any warnings in dreams, then, then—
Qiao Zhenbang dared not believe such a reality, even less so to face the stupidity he had committed: life was going well before, but he had to believe the nonsense in his head, and as a result, he exposed his wife’s original appearance.
Now, Qiao Zhenbang really didn’t want to go home, because as soon as he entered the door, he would have to face his parents’ sighs and worried looks.
Not to mention his brother’s and sister’s grievances and complaints, as well as various grudges and displaced anger.
And then there was the tigress of a wife, verbally harassing him about repaying the money.
For the past one or two years, how comfortable Qiao Zhenbang had been, that’s how miserable he was now.
The crux was the blow to his self-confidence and pride.
With He Tiantian acting like a creditor every day, Qiao Zhenbang finally realized that he had become the very type of man he loathed the most.
Spending his wife’s dowry, even letting her subsidize the household expenses.
And what about him? Not only did he not contribute a penny to the household, but he used his wife’s money to live it up at Heavenly Wine and Earth!
He, he had become a real hoodlum.
Suddenly waking up to this thought, Qiao Zhenbang felt both ashamed and frustrated.
Jiao Jiao had indeed married him with ulterior motives, but how could he have also become such a repulsive person?
Just because Jiao Jiao had taken advantage of him, was it really justified for him to act like a scoundrel?
Previously, he had even cursed Cao Changsheng as worthless.
On closer reflection of his own actions, he seemed even worse than Cao Changsheng.
At least Cao Changsheng was quite good to his wife, despite living off her.
Cao Changsheng would just mediate when his mother criticized his wife.
In contrast, what had Qiao Zhenbang done?
Indeed, "Jiao Jiao" had ulterior motives when she married him.
But during the more than one year after their marriage, except for the very beginning when she hadn’t learned how to pretend, "Jiao Jiao" had done very well in the subsequent days.
Qiao Zhenbang and his family had comfortably enjoyed all her contributions without any psychological burden.
Suddenly, with some inexplicable fragmented memories in his mind, Qiao Zhenbang outright denied his wife’s character, also negating her efforts over the past year.
This, this did not seem to be the conduct of an upright gentleman.
Still, as the male lead, Qiao Zhenbang was not a scum; he still had basic moral principles and a bottom line.
If he could prove that his past life or the warnings in his dreams truly existed, then it would be okay for Qiao Zhenbang because that would prove Jiao Jiao was not innocent, and that she got what she deserved.
But if the facts were not so, then wouldn’t he be like the ingrate who "eats from the bowl and curses the cook," a shameless villain?!
For Qiao Zhenbang, who always prided himself on having backbone and ambition, this would be an indelible stain.
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His inner urgency was evident.
And what showed on his face was almost a paranoid madness.
Granny Qiao:...No, I must pull my grandson back from the wrong path!