Chapter 173: Chapter 173 Liao Zhaoji Steals Meat (2)_1 Chapter 173: Chapter 173 Liao Zhaoji Steals Meat (2)_1 It was a complete descent into hell for him.
From that moment on, he detested her.
Ruan Wei, just for speaking a few more words with her, had upset him so much that he ignored Ruan Wei all night long. His hatred for Liao Zhaoji was truly profound.
These days, she hadnât appeared at the Liao Family at all, and he had been living with the Ruanlin Family, enjoying good food, clothing, and sleep every day. He had almost forgotten that he had such a mother.
He never imagined that their next encounter would be under these circumstances.
What was she doing?
Stealing meat?
Stealing meat from his uncleâs house to bring to his grandmotherâs?
Ruan Chiâs complexion was awful as he stared at the cured meat already cut in front of her and asked aggressively, âWhy are you stealing meat from my uncleâs house? Are you planning to steal it for the Liao Family?â
âYou child, whatâs all this talk of stealing? And what do you mean âthe Liao Familyâ? Thatâs your grandmotherâs house. You really have no manners,â Liao Zhaoji glared at him, muttering unhappily, âDid you learn nothing from all your studying? You donât even greet your mother, who taught you that?â
Ruan Chi looked at the knife in her hand and sneered, âEven if I did learn nothing, I still know this is stealing. Taking without asking is stealing!â
âWhat stealing nonsense are you spouting? Youâre sounding really unpleasant, kid!â Liao Zhaoji was angered and her face struggled to maintain composure, yet she still argued her point, âI came back to borrow a bit, just a bit. I didnât take much, and your grandma wonât even notice!â
Ruan Chi snorted in derision, saying âborrowâ on one hand and âgrandma wonât noticeâ on the other, which was contradictory. He scorned to argue with her about this and went over to take all the cured meat she had cut.
He definitely didnât want to feed that meat to the bloodsuckers at the Liao Family!
Liao Zhaoji saw him coming over and realized what he was after, stretching out her hand quickly to grab it, but she was a step too slow; Ruan Chi had already taken all the cured meat.
Liao Zhaoji looked at the ceiling where several chunks had been cut out of the cured meat, then at her son, who had taken the meat. Her face went from red to white, wanting to erupt in anger but knowing full well how stubborn this child could be. She lowered her voice and coaxed him, âXiaochi, your mother isnât stealing, itâs more like borrowing and Iâll return it in the future. â
âReturn it?â Ruan Chi scoffed, his gaze enigmatic.
Feeling powerless and fed up with her refusal to repent, he didnât even have the energy to say another word.
Thinking he believed her, Liao Zhaoji nodded hastily, saying, âYour grandma has been tired out by the farm work these past few days, she needs some meat to nourish herself, thatâs why I came to take a bit. Donât worry, once your uncle has money, he will certainly return it!â
âAnd what about the forty pounds of meat before? When will that be returned?â
âOh, that⊠We canât touch that. Your uncle is getting married in June, itâs all being smoked. Anyway, rest assured, your uncle will return it. He even said that in the future he wants to send you to college!â Liao Zhaojiâs tone became somewhat excited, as if the days of living comfortably relying on her brother were just around the corner.
Ruan Chiâs eyes drooped, as if all his strength had drained away in an instant.
He truly didnât have the strength to argue with her about anything.
Because his mother was completely delusional, thoroughly brainwashed by the Liao Family, there was no clarifying anything with her, and he had utterly given up hope.
He pointed to the door and said, âYou can go. Iâll pretend this never happened today.â
Liao Zhaoji, upon hearing this, was overjoyed, nodding her head with a beaming smile, âGood, good, good, my good son. Your motherâs care for you wasnât for nothing. Donât worry, once your grandmotherâs farm work is over, Iâll immediately come back to take care of you all.â