The General's Little Peasant Wife

Chapter 588: Father Pays For Son’s Debt

Chapter 588: Father Pays For Son’s Debt

Translator: Vesper

Ning Meng Yao stared coldly at the man lying on the ground.

Patriarch Song was really afraid now: “I... I...”

“Don’t tell me that your daughter is a princess or whatsoever. I have heard your son say this before. However, Song Li seems to be facing some problems herself.” Ning Meng Yao thought about Song Li and said sarcastically.

Patriarch Song’s expression changed. He stared at Ning Meng Yao: “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing. I just put something in her body that shouldn’t be in there. So she might be in a very painful situation now, I suppose?” Ning Meng Yao said while holding her chin with one hand.

Patriarch Song’s expression changed drastically. He never thought that his son and daughter would be held in this woman’s hands.

“You... You......”

“Don’t get too anxious. As far as I know, the Song family were in Ling Empire previously but came to Miaojiang later. And because of Song Li’s identity and status, you got your current position.” Ning Meng Yao ignored Patriarch Song’s ugly expression as she spoked faintly. That surprised Patriarch Song.

Who exactly is this woman?

“What on earth are you trying to say?” Patriarch Song swallowed his saliva, his body trembled slightly. He was very worried about Ning Meng Yao’s intentions.

“I’m just curious about what the Song family wants to do. You all come to Miaojiang and throw your weight around because you think no one in Miaojiang can touch you?” Looking at Patriarch Song, Ning Meng Yao couldn’t help but recall the injuries on Qiao Mo Feng’s body.

It was because of their ignorance that had made their son turn out the way he was now which caused him to attack Feng’er.

Although this thinking was a bit far-fetched and forceful, Ning Meng Yao had this person on the bar.

Ning Meng Yao’s mouth twitched slightly, she glared coldly at him: “Number 3, I will let you handle this. I want to see as many wounds on his body as Feng’er has on his. I want the father to pay for his son’s debt.”

Number 3 cracked his wrists. A horsewhip appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing the whip, Ning Meng Yao shook her head: “Find a place to stay. The injuries on Feng’er’s body were not just caused by these things. I will let you handle this. I just want the end result to satisfy me.”

“Yes, Miss.”

As soon as Patriarch Song heard Ning Meng Yao’s words, he knew it was over.

She wanted to beat him up the way his son had beat up that kid he mentioned.

Patriarch Song and others were taken away by Number 3 and the rest of the men. Ning Meng Yao returned to the inn as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Tian Chang did not follow. Instead, he went elsewhere because there was someone watching them just now.

Qiao Tian Chang stood in front of the man. The man had a flustered look. He demanded the man: “Where do you think you are going?”

“Courting death.” The man did not seem to expect that Qiao Tian Chang would catch up to him so quickly.

The man had seen the fighting scene earlier, he was worried that Qiao Tian Chang would kill him. His eyes flashed slightly, and made a move first to land a preemptive strike at Qiao Tian Chang.

Qiao Tian Chang’s eyes flickered slightly when he saw the man charging towards him. He was really disgusted by people like him.

Qiao Tian Chang easily dodged the attack before kicking his opponent’s body. When the opponent was about to run, he broke his leg and gave him no strength to leave.

Qiao Tian Chang crouched down and looked at the man covered in sweat before him and said indifferently: “Where are you still trying to run now?”

“What are you doing? I didn’t do anything.” The man held back his pain and shouted at Qiao Tian Chang angrily.

Qiao Tian Chang raised his eyebrows slightly. With a thick sense of irony in his tone, he asked: “If you did not do anything, then why are you running?”

“If you did not chase me, would I run?”

“If you don’t run, naturally I won’t chase.”

The man initially still planned to say something but Qiao Tian Chang no longer gave him a chance, he dragged the man to the inn.

“Is this the person?” Ning Meng Yao looked at the ugly middle-aged man, she did not expect that such a person was monitoring them earlier.

Qiao Tian Chang shook his head, and tossed the man aside. He went to Ning Meng Yao’s side and glanced at his two sons who were sleeping soundly.

“Of course not. The real person has already been taken away.”