Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas StudiosEditor: Atlas Studios

Ning Qing did not sleep last night and returned to the Ning family the next morning.

Father Ning and Mother Ning were eating breakfast. They were very surprised to see her return.

“Qing Qing?” Mother Ning put down her chopsticks and walked over. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back? Hurry, come and sit down.”

Ning Qing followed her movements and sat down at the dining table. “Dad, Mom.”

“You must not have eaten since you came back so early, right? Come, eat some.” Mother Ning was full of smiles as she eagerly brought her chopsticks.

“Okay.”

“How is your body recovering? Are you feeling better?”

Ning Qing’s throat was dry. She only said, “Yes. Mom, leave it. I’ll do it myself.”

After sitting down and eating two mouthfuls, Father Ning suddenly said, “Did you quarrel with Nian Lie?”

Ning Qing’s smile faded.

Father Ning noticed her expression and looked serious. “Ning Qing, you’re a married person now, not a 15 or 16-year-old child. How can you go to your parent’s house after a fight?”

Mother Ning frowned. “The child has just returned. Why are you saying this?!”

“I’m her father. Why can’t I criticize her?”

Ning Qing lowered her head and did not speak.

Father Ning’s expression turned ugly.

“She has not been peaceful since she was young. She’s still like this after getting married. She’s not mature at all. She doesn’t look like a married woman.”

“We’re both daughters, but your feelings have always been obedient and sensible. You know not to worry me. What about you?”

“You really can’t compare to your sister at all!”

Every curse was heard, and Ning Qing’s heart turned cold.

Her grip on the chopsticks became stronger and stronger, causing her fingers to hurt. She could not help but raise her head to stop him. “Dad.”

Father Ning was interrupted and could not catch his breath.

“Look at you. You don’t have any manners at all! In the future, don’t say that you’re my Ning family’s daughter. I can’t afford to lose face like this!”

Mother Ning could not stand it anymore and reprimanded, “Ning Chengfeng, stop talking. The child has just recovered. You…”

Pa!

Her chopsticks hit the table with a clear sound.