The Spoiled Daily Life of the Villain’s Mother

Although Wan Ding went home for New Year's Eve, he still called Qiao Huize every morning, noon and night, afraid he would die at home.1

        By the third day of his fever, Qiao Huize was already much better. Although he has no luck in internal energy, he has practiced martial arts for so many years and his physique is far superior to ordinary people. So even if the fever came on fiercely this time, his recovery was better than ordinary people.

        Wan Ding just does not believe that the young man is almost cured, he thinks Qiao Huize doesn't care about himself and has developed a tendency of self abuse.

       Qiao Huize won't let him come. He can only keep reminding him like a nagging old woman.

        "Have you taken your medicine on time?"

        Qiao Huize's eyes looked at the pill box that hadn't moved since Wan Ding left and responded calmly, "Yes."

     "It's cold these two days. You just stay at home. There are vegetables in the fridge. I think you can get to the microwave oven. It's better to heat things yourself than..." Wan Ding was talking, when he heard the heavy breathing sound across the line.

        This is beginning to find him annoying.

        Wan Ding is helpless. So he only made a small talk, "Promise me, lie down at home, do not do anything."

        "Yeah." Qiao Huize said, "Bye."

        Then he hung up the phone.

        Wan Ding was worried and scratched his head. Generally, this kind of big man with high martial arts skills should have a great personality. But Qiao Huize's cold personality is too difficult to get along with.

        But he has a weird sense of responsibility for Qiao Huize. Nothing more than because Qiao Huize's swordsmanship is too good and knows a lot. After so many years, Wan Ding still hasn't found out all about him.

        In the heart of Wan Ding, a martial arts enthusiast, Qiao Huize should be protected as a national treasure, he even felt that Qiao Huize may be the best sword master of this era.

        However, this national treasure artwork does not take itself seriously, drinks every day and doesn't eat on time, but also to his annoyance, Wan Ding is really worried.
 

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       On the Wan family side, the people were packing their things. Everyone would be going to the temple to worship, begging the Bodhisattva to bless the completion of this year smoothly.

        As soon as Wan Ding put down the phone, his new wife looked over and said bitterly, "If I didn't know, I would've thought you were raising a mistress outside. You have never told me anything."

        "Aren't I taking care and being with you everyday? Why is there a need to say anything." Wan Ding coaxed his wife, he sighed again, "If you see him you will not be angry."

        As far as Qiao Huize's appearance is concerned, it is estimated that no woman would dislike it.

        The young couple was talking when the old man came over.

        "Wan Ding, how is that Mr. Qiao, is he feeling better?"

        "Much better, much better." Wan Ding greeted him with a smile, "Those who practice martial arts have better bodies than ordinary people, he just said he's almost recovered."

        "Hmm." Master Wan nodded, "You should go see him again tomorrow and bring him that wine made in our old house."

        "Grandpa, he can't drink any more, his body won't heal if he drinks any more." Wan Ding said with a bitter smile.

        There is no good reason to just drink and not eat, ah. If he still sends wine, that Qiao Huize would not eat anymore.

        "A bunch of nonsense!" Master Wan glared up, "Look at me drinking wine for so many years, isn't my body still twice as good?"

        "Fine, fine, I'll bring the wine to see him." Wan Ding coaxed, "Come grandpa, put this scarf on."

        "I tell you, genius masters have strange temper. You should be respectful to others and keep them, do you hear me? Hey–I don't wear a hat!"

        "Put it on grandpa, it's cold outside."

        After finishing up the old man, Wan Ding turned his head, and saw his little wife standing aside, looking a little unhappy. He went over to give her the scarf again.

        "Are all of you martial arts families like this?" His wife said, "Just because that person is good at swordsmanship, I see your family is almost dying to offer people up."

        Wan Ding sighed.

        "Martial arts are dying out, wife. Right now, fewer and fewer people are practicing. What those martial arts schools teach is superficial Kung Fu, which is not true at all." He said, "it's a blessing to meet a real guy. Mr. Qiao's strength and skills are real. If he teaches more students, this course can be passed on again. That's a good thing ah. "

        His wife is a little unhappy, anyone who is married during the first year, and her husband doesn't go home during the new year will be a little angry, and just for an outsider. But listening to him say these words, she was still soft hearted and stretched out her hand to push him.

        "Go away, I'm not angry."

        Meanwhile, Qiao Huize was putting on his jacket in his apartment on the 30th floor. He was originally a ruthless person who can wear a trench coat in winter. In the end, he was taught a lesson by his illness and wore a black plush leather coat instead. When he was about to leave, he thought about it and reached for his scarf.

        This is the only time that Qiao Huize had covered himself up most tightly.

        It is impossible for him to stay in bed for seven days, Qiao Huize finished packing and left the house.

        There is a large park on the west side of the city. It is built around a mountain and there is a temple inside. When the Chinese New Year comes, many people will go to worship the god Buddha and pray for good luck.

        Because of his own experience, Qiao Huize is very complicated about this. He can't go to worship Buddha and offer incense, but he likes to go there for a turn during the New Year's holidays. This modern world is different from his world in numerous ways, and the relationship between people has changed. Only in a temple bustling with people can he feel the atmosphere of his previous life.

Qiao Huize has a good hearing, he likes to stand aside and quietly listen to what people's wishes are. There were people all over the place.

        Qiao Huize took a taxi and came to this park in the west of the city. Because none of the malls were open, some families were taking their children for a walk in the park, and it was quite crowded. He walked deeper into the park, near the foot of the hill. There were more and more steps, but no fewer people. People here basically come to offer incense.