NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 42 It's all your fault!
Jun Haitian kept his ear pressed against the door, listening until there was no sound from outside. His legs weakened, and he collapsed to the ground.
He clutched the hand that Jun Jiu had crushed, cold sweat forming on his forehead. The pain was excruciating, akin to a splitting headache. It was so agonizing that he felt like rolling on the floor. At that moment, he heard a whimper emanating from the room, and Jun Haitian’s eyes filled with resentment. Stiffening, he got up and entered the room with a gloomy expression.
“Woo!” Jun Qianqian lay limp on the bed.
Because she could only lie on the couch, she was unaware of the events transpiring outside. It seemed eerily quiet, with even the maids who had been serving her disappearing. Neither her sister nor her father had come to visit her.
Jun Qianqian’s heart was brimming with resentment. She cursed the maid responsible for her care, vowing to make her suffer, even going as far as wanting to flay her alive!
She also harbored hatred for Jun Wan’er. Jun Wan’er’s talent and beauty had stolen her spotlight. Furthermore, she resented Jun Haitian for promising to find a doctor to treat her yet failing to deliver on that promise.
Now, upon seeing Jun Haitian enter the room, Jun Qianqian’s eyes lit up. She whined and looked at him expectantly.
Her eyes seemed to implore Jun Haitian: Have you killed Jun Jiu? Did you manage to find a doctor who can cure me?
Jun Haitian stared at her but remained silent.
“Woo?” Jun Qianqian was puzzled. What’s wrong with Dad?
Seeing Jun Haitian’s face grow progressively gloomier and contorted, and witnessing his resentful gaze fixed on her, Jun Qianqian became frightened. She squirmed and sought refuge in the bed. In the next moment, Jun Haitian rushed forward and seized her by the throat with one hand.
“It’s all your fault! Jun Qianqian, you wretched child! Weren’t you the one who incited Jun Jiu in the first place? This led to the downfall of our Jun family, and Jun Jiu’s revenge, the bloodbath!”
“Everyone was slaughtered! Your sister even abandoned us and fled. It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you provoking Jun Jiu, none of this would have happened!” Jun Haitian raved, spewing senseless accusations.
With one hand weakened due to his own injuries, he couldn’t strangle Jun Qianqian to death. Jun Qianqian, whom he could only pinch, rolled her eyes and shed tears.
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It was Jun Haitian’s orders in the first place, so why was he blaming her now?
After a while, Jun Haitian released his grip on Jun Qianqian. “You rebellious girl, it’s all your fault! Why did I have such a useless daughter like you? You only bring trouble!”
He glared at Jun Qianqian, who looked at him with a horrified expression.
All the fear, anxiety, and trepidation in her heart had transformed into distorted anger at this moment. He couldn’t confront Jun Jiu, but could he at least chastise Jun Qianqian, a paralyzed cripple?
Jun Haitian turned away, entered the house, and retrieved a few needles. He then jabbed Jun Qianqian viciously. “You wretch!”
“Ahhh!” Jun Qianqian screamed in pain.
Unable to speak or escape, all she could do was scream, hoping someone would come to her rescue. Yet, she and Jun Haitian had been forgotten in this remote corner. Except for Bi Luo, who delivered a meager meal of porridge and steamed buns each day, no one ventured into this courtyard again.
In his cowardice and distorted state, Jun Haitian vented all his anger on Jun Qianqian. He had forgotten that Jun Qianqian was his own daughter, and he used her as a punching bag to release his pent-up fury.
As for Jun Qianqian’s reaction? She thought, “Father, bear it yourself.”
Upon hearing the news, Jun Jiu scoffed as she touched Xiao Wu. “Like father, like daughter. Let them deal with their own mess. As long as they’re alive.” “Yes, Master,” Bi Luo responded, accepting the order before stepping back.
After locking the door, Jun Jiu sat in the barrel. This was the last day to use the tempered jade pulp. Tomorrow, she could wash her tendons, cultivate her dantian, and become a spirit master!
Both Jun Jiu and Xiao Wu were looking forward to it…