Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

In front of the Sun family, he had never stood with a straight backbone, owing to the many favors he had received from them.

But now he chose to stand by his second son, Qiao Changshun.

Therefore, he had to be tough against the Sun family.

When Qiao Qinghe spoke, not just the Sun family, but everyone in the courtyard was stunned.

Over the years, Qiao Qinghe had never laid a hand on anyone, yet now he was uttering such serious threats!

The Sun family’s matriarch pulled herself together, tossed the steamed bun she was holding onto the table, sprung up to argue with Qiao Qinghe, “I am Changshun’s biological mother I…”

“Shut up!” Qiao Qinghe suddenly raised his voice, cutting off her shouting, “You know well what you’ve done over the years! From now on, you can take whatever Changshun is willing to give you. But if you dare mess around when he’s not willing, I will break your legs for real!”

“Don’t think I’m frightening you. When Qiao Qinghe says something, he keeps his word!”

To keep his guilt from drowning him and to satisfy the father’s heart that had been selfish for over a decade, he had to be tough.

Feeling that he was weak and thus allowing the Sun family’s actions to go unchecked, even intending to divide the property and live apart, was not the right approach.

Very inappropriate.

These people were his family. Even if they had strayed, they were still his relatives by blood. He had to exert his authority as a family patriarch, discipline these people, and prevent them from making mistakes further. He couldn’t let these misaligned beings trouble the only upright one.

He couldn’t, absolutely not.

The Sun family’s matriarch had never seen Qiao Qinghe like this before. His face was as cold as ice and his eyes as sharp as a knife. Her heart trembled subconsciously, then a sense of grievance welled up in her heart. Who was she doing all of this for?

The food she needed, the clothes she wore, weren’t they all for Qiao Qinghe and their little Xiaowu in the end?

Thinking of all the efforts she had put into the family over the years, the Sun family’s matriarch felt a surge of sadness, “Oh God!” She slapped her thigh and collapsed onto the ground, wanting to have a good cry.

Qiao Qinghe didn’t stop her from crying. He just stepped into the kitchen and then came out holding a firewood stick as thick as a baby’s arm and one meter long, “It seems you never realised your mistakes. So today, I’ll painstakingly explain each one.”

Looking at the blackened firewood stick, the Sun family’s matriarch was dumbfounded. All her words were stuck at the back of her throat and she couldn’t say a thing.

“Changshun is your biological son, but you’ve treated him like an enemy, constantly exploiting him over the years. This is not being kind.” Qiao Qinghe’s face was cold as he raised the firewood stick and hit the Sun family’s matriarch on her back. His voice was as cold and ruthless as ice.

“Oh!” A heartbreaking scream pierced the sky.

The stick firmly hit her back and the pain immediately spread throughout her body. The Sun family’s matriarch jumped up, trying to dodge, but Qiao Qinghe had no intention of letting her go.

He never hit people, especially his wife. But this time, he had to establish his authority as the head of the household, he had to make the Sun family’s matriarch fearful.

Therefore, the old Qiao family courtyard became lively with the wails of the Sun family’s matriarch echoing everywhere.

It wasn’t fake crying this time, real tears were streaming down.

People like Qiao Meipan and Qiao Changfu huddled to one side, keeping their heads down, trying to make their presence as small as possible.

But how could Qiao Qinghe let them go when he was setting the house in order? Qiao Changfu also received several strokes of the stick, including Qiao Meipan who was unmarried, as her offense was rummaging through Qiao Xiaomai’s house last time.

Zhu Cuiying, the daughter-in-law, was not hit by Qiao Qinghe, however, he did give his fourteen-year-old son Qiao Erzhu a stroke of the stick. A strayed person needed a stick to be forcefully straightened.

However, he had also been wrong over the years, so in the end, he also hit himself a few times, showing no mercy.

His body was in pain, but he felt relieved in his heart.

The guilt, somewhat dissipated..