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Chapter 221 The Boss's Past

The eldest son looked at this funny man. His thoughts followed the carriage back to a rainy day twenty years ago. His father was the head of Qifeng Mountain. He remembered that day, the second son had a quarrel with his father because his mother died giving birth to him, and his father hated him.

I remember my father said, "Have you become capable? If you are capable, then let your mother come back." The boy cried and ran to the mountain. I was only eight or nine years older than him, but I had to go find him. When I went to find him, he was holding a woman covered in blood and mud, crying, "Mom, Mom, Mom."

I was so angry. Forget it, I won't bother with a four-year-old kid. Saving lives is more important. But a few days later, the woman woke up, but she had lost her memory. She said that she was her husband and her brother was her son. That old frivolous father left the village and ran away overnight. It has been more than 20 years since he ran away and I don't know what happened to him.

What's even more tragic is that when I was 13, I was pounced on by a 20-year-old woman, and she was the one on the bottom. What's even more tragic is that I couldn't escape, saying what a husband's duty is, what a bullshit duty, I was forced to do that.

She was 20 years old, and her martial arts were so good, but she couldn't beat him. Her stupid brother kept calling her "mother" all day long. The other people in Qifeng Mountain were happy to watch the show.

Half a year later, she suddenly stopped making trouble with me and stopped chasing me. She even learned needlework from the women in the village. I felt empty inside, so I went to ask them, but they beat me up. They said they would wait until I could beat them with my martial arts skills.

I couldn't win in the first few months. Until one day, I won one, and just when I was about to go in proudly, the woman sat down on the ground and started crying. My God, the sound was so loud that it shook the sky. I was shocked.

A group of people gathered around, and one man said with a stifled laugh, "Boss, why did you hit my wife? I didn't even dare to hit her."

I was so angry that I couldn't explain myself. She came out, fatter, deformed, and with a bigger belly. I was furious, very angry, and yelled at the women watching the show, "What did you do to make my wife look like this?"

"Ha, ha, ha..." Everyone present was laughing. Only I was still angry. What was even more tragic was that the woman laughed and then she started to hold her stomach and scream. The people at the scene immediately became flustered, and I was even more stupid. I didn't understand what they were doing. I only saw those women carrying her in. I was anxious to rush up to save her, but I was caught by those men. Hearing her crying and shouting in pain, I felt heartbroken and anxious. I struggled and yelled desperately. Finally, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up again, I saw her lying on the bed with a pale face. I rushed over, hugged her and asked what happened and whether it hurt. I wanted to kill them.

She smiled and said, "It's not their fault, it's your fault." I didn't understand. She asked me to go to a small bed, and I saw a little baby. I turned around in astonishment and asked, "Where did it come from? Are we going back? It's so cute, I want to stay."

"Puchi, no, this is our own child. After I knew I was pregnant with him, I hid here to raise him. I was afraid that you and I wouldn't know how to hurt him." She said gently.

It was from this moment on that I felt that I had grown up all of a sudden. I had a wife and a son.

But a month later, when she was preparing to hold a full-month banquet for her son, she fell ill. Her whole body was burning hot and her face was rosy and very cute, but she had no intention of watching it. She was so anxious that she even went to the village to capture a few doctors.

A day later, the high fever subsided. I was so happy. After a few days of recuperation, when I went to her to happily tell her about my son's full-month celebration, she knocked me unconscious. When I woke up again, both she and my son were gone.

I don't even know her last name or her given name. I've always called her Jiaojiao, and I haven't had time to think of a name for my son. No one in the village dared to talk about this matter, and I kept it in my heart. I stayed in the village waiting for them. It's been twenty years. Are they okay?