C9 Little Slut!

Jiaojiao was taken aback. "Who is this?" It was her first time seeing someone act so brazenly in someone else's home.

Zhao Pengcheng frowned, biting his back teeth, looking like he had a toothache and didn't know what to say.

Jiaojiao instantly understood.

The novel didn't say much about Zhao Pengcheng, who was rumored to have a habit of domestic violence. It only mentioned that he had a falling out with his family and was raising four kids on his own.

From the original memories and Jiaojiao's observations, Zhao Pengcheng didn't seem like someone who would resort to domestic violence.

There's a difference between fiction and reality. At least from the memories she received upon arriving in this era, there was no indication that Zhao had ever hit his wife or kids.

Domestic violence, apart from a few cases of inherent brutality, often stems from environmental influences or impulsive actions triggered by sudden events, eventually becoming habitual.

The fact that Zhao Pengcheng could adopt the orphaned children of a comrade suggests he couldn't be all bad.

Still, just to be safe, Jiaojiao decided not to share a bed with him right away. An observation period seemed wise.

In just those few seconds, the old woman who had kicked the door open was already at the entrance to the main room, about to come in, still ranting, "Zhao Pengcheng, is this how you take care of my grandson? Kicking him out for a woman, you..."

Jiaojiao had already tuned her out.

She grabbed the broom she had left by the east room door after sweeping, and in a few strides, she was outside, shouting, "Who on earth didn't pull up their pants and came to my house to make a mess?"

Zhao Pengcheng's mother was instantly furious. "You, you..."

Jiaojiao nearly exploded with anger when she saw her. This old woman had the nerve to come to her door looking for trouble, and she was even pulling on Zhao Zhibing's ear.

The kid was stubborn, though. His ear was getting twisted out of shape, and tears were welling up in his eyes, but he kept his lips tightly shut, refusing to cry.

Jiaojiao's heart ached for him. Without a second thought, she swung the broom at the old woman's arm that was holding Zhao Zhibing's ear.

The old woman had been confident. After all, she was Zhao Pengcheng's mother. She couldn't believe Zhao Pengcheng would encourage his wife to defy her. If she could get this woman on her side, wouldn't she be the one calling the shots in Pengcheng's home?

Did they think they could just ignore her after the family split? Ha! Dream on!

But when that broom was about to hit her arm, her expression changed. She quickly let go of Zhao Zhibing's ear, but even though she was fast, it was too late.

The broom didn't actually hit her arm, but it brushed so closely against her that she felt a sharp sting through her clothes.

"What are you doing?" The old woman's voice was so shrill it could pierce the sky. "You little brat, how dare you strike your elders! The nerve..."

Jiaojiao couldn't be bothered to respond. She reached out and pulled Zhibing behind her. "Does it hurt? Go inside and find your dad. Let him check if you're okay."

Zhibing kept a straight face, lips pressed together, silent. This was nothing like what he had been taught. Everyone always said you must respect your elders and listen to them. After his mom passed away, the family drama with his dad and grandmother was the talk of the town. People said all sorts of things about his dad.

But no matter what they said, they always added that no matter what his mom did wrong, she raised him, and for that, he should respect her. Zhibing had heard this so many times that even if it made him uncomfortable, he started to accept it.

Until today.