Defrosting The Cold Young Master

Chapter 492: Chapter 493: What Happened to Your Arm?

“Let her go!” Mother Zhang grabbed Zhang Heyuan’s arm, trying to pull him back, shouting, “I told you long ago not to marry this vixen! Apart from having a good-looking face, she’s good for nothing! Can’t even lay an egg! What gives her the right to show you attitude? Who else would want a woman who can’t even lay an egg apart from you? She…”

Her long-awaited grandson turned out to be a granddaughter, which made her furious.

Seeing Qiao Yi, who had bewitched her son, she added fuel to the fire, speaking without any filter.

She pointed at Qiao Yi’s nose, cursing with vigor, when the door of the hospital room was suddenly kicked open with a bang.

Qiao Zui kicked open the door, stormed into the hospital room full of murderous intent, without uttering a word, grabbed Zhang Heyuan’s hair, and kicked him in the abdomen.

Mother Zhang screamed, trying to step forward to help, but was stopped by Xueno.

Although Qiao Zui had lost his right arm, just his left was more than enough to handle Zhang Heyuan.

Within a few moves, Zhang Heyuan was beaten to a pulp, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

“Enough!” Qiao Yi sensed something was wrong, rushed over, grabbed Qiao Zui’s right arm, groped it several times, and asked tremulously, “What…happened to your arm?”

Qiao Zui, with a threatening look on his face, tramped on Zhang Heyuan, pushed Qiao Yi away, pointed at her nose and cursed, “So this is your so-called happy life? This is your so-called love and happiness? How can you be such a pathetic fool? Are you being fair to grandfather? You are treated like a princess by your family, but you throw yourself into the arms of such scum? Haven’t you seen men in your past life? A person worse than a pig or a dog, and you’re giving up your own grandfather and brother for him?”

Qiao Yi’s face was streaked with tears, her eyes fixed on Qiao Zui’s arm.

She pounded Qiao Zui’s shoulder hard, crying out, “Speak up! What happened to your arm?”

Seeing her son’s bloodied face tramped underfoot, Mother Zhang screamed in distress, “Murder! Murder! Is there no law and order? I’m calling the police! I’m calling the police!”

“Go ahead, call the police!” Ye Xingbei looked at her and sneered, “It would be perfect to have the police here to help us find out who the real father of the child is.”

“Don’t call the police! Mom, don’t call the police!” Zhang Heyuan struggled and reached out to Mother Zhang, “Mom, if you don’t want me to get into serious trouble, don’t call the police!”

Despair was evident in his voice. Mother Zhang’s phone-wielding hand was trembling so much that she couldn’t press the call button.

Seeing Qiao Zui refusing to answer her question, Qiao Yi turned to gaze at Ye Xingbei, her eyes pleading, “Aunt Ye, please tell me, what happened to Xiao Zui’s arm?”

“You don’t know?” Ye Xingbei felt there was no need to hide Qiao Zui’s injury from Qiao Yi: “He was shot in the arm during a mission, damaging his nerves. He was discharged due to his injury.”

Qiao Yi stared at Qiao Zui’s arm unbelievingly, stepped back a few steps, staring in shock at Qiao Zui’s now limp arm at his side.

Mother Zhang overheard Ye Xingbei’s words. Knowing the ferocious man who was trampling on her son was disabled, she felt a sense of schadenfreude and spat at Qiao Zui: “Certainly you got what you deserved for all the wicked things you’ve done!”

“Shut up!” Qiao Yi shrieked, suddenly lashing out, rushing over, grabbing Mother Zhang’s hair, pulling her down to the ground, and punching and kicking her, shouting, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”