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My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

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Chapter 344: Chapter 347: Making a Fuss Over an Excuse_1

Wu Youcai quickly returned, and Hu’s Clan had Da Ya fetch the medicine.

The child was not saved, and the reason for the miscarriage was known, so it wasn’t Qiao Duo’er’s concern anymore.

But just as she was about to leave, Tan Zhengyuan grabbed her sleeve in one quick motion.

"You, stop right there, my son died at your doorstep, you must take responsibility, you owe me a son!"

Hu’s Clan hurriedly tried to mediate, "Quick, let go of Duo’er, Duo’er just said a few words to her, how is it related to Duo’er?"

"Shut up! You must be very happy now!" Tan Zhengyuan said with red eyes.

He had divorced Hu’s Clan; she must hold a grudge in her heart and was also jealous that Widow Xú was pregnant.

Hmph, perhaps her son died because of her curse!

With this thought, his gaze towards Hu’s Clan was filled with hatred.

At this point, Tan Zhengyuan had lost his mind. He saw everyone as the murderer of his son, and everyone owed him money!

Qiao Duo’er said coldly, "I’m counting to three, if you don’t let go then don’t blame me for being rude."

"You murderer, I’ll take you to the Government Office!" Tan Zhengyuan said fearlessly.

Some people are hell-bent on seeking their own demise, Qiao Duo’er could only oblige him.

The next second, her other fist slammed into Tan Zhengyuan’s chest.

"Your own lust caused her miscarriage, what face do you have to blame others? Don’t think I don’t know, aren’t you just trying to extort some money with this incident? Have you no shame?"

Qiao Duo’er laughed softly, her eyes full of disdain.

Just now, Uncle Wu had been considerate of Tan Zhengyuan’s dignity, so he had kept his voice very low.

But Qiao Duo’er had excellent hearing, she heard every single word.

Never did she expect Tan Zhengyuan to exploit the situation, she didn’t know what else to say about such scum.

Exposed, Tan Zhengyuan felt his face burning with shame, while Qiao Duo’er took the opportunity to pull Hu’s Clan and Er Ya away.

Back in the west wing room, there was still a large pool of blood next to the stove, which looked a bit unnerving, and since the blood had soaked into the ground, it could only be cleared by removing the top layer of soil.

Qiao Duo’er brought a shovel and a dustpan to start removing the soil.

Hu’s Clan quickly took the tools away, "Duo’er you haven’t given birth yet, it’s unlucky to touch this blood, let me do it."

This blood carried the resentment of the child, if it wasn’t handled properly, they could be cursed.

"If he has any resentment, it should be directed at the person who caused his death," Qiao Duo’er said indifferently.

Despite what was said, Hu’s Clan still wouldn’t let Qiao Duo’er help.

Hu’s Clan first burned some spirit money beside it, sprinkled some fragrant ash and prayed for a while, and only then did she begin to clear the blood-stained soil.

Qiao Duo’er fetched a basin of water, and had Hu’s Clan wash her hands and face.

Half an hour later, Grandma Feng carried out a basin of bloody water.

"Take this out and bury it, then burn something valuable; truly a pitiable child," Grandma Feng said with sympathy.

Tan Zhengyuan gritted his teeth and asked, "Grandma, is it true that my... Widow Xú... miscarried because of intercourse?"

"If you don’t believe me, I won’t say more," replied Grandma Feng with a grim look.

Having been a midwife for so many years, she had never seen a miscarriage caused by excessive intercourse before.

When is there a time when men and women can’t do it? They had to do it during the first three months and with such vigor that they sadly lost the child. Are you satisfied now?

Tan Zhengyuan clenched his fists, gave Grandma Feng some money, and then carried the basin of bloody water in a daze, thinking of his son.

No, that’s not right, he had to first ascertain whether the child was truly his son.

Tan Zhengyuan placed the basin on the stove, wiped his face, and went into the house.

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