Chapter 4 Marriage Certificate 1_1

"Mom, calm down! I really did meet someone! Dad, help me..." Luo Qingli was getting beaten up badly, jumping here and there, yet she called out for her father, Luo Nanyang, for help.

Luo Nanyang, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard her cries and with a "bang", he closed the door.

He refused to get involved in women's fights.

Joking aside, he did not want to get caught up in their crossfire.

Hearing the door close, Luo Qingli couldn't help but sigh: I must be adopted.

Why was her life so hard!

Other little girls were the apple of their parents' eyes, yet she was chased and beaten throughout her childhood.

Twenty years of domestic violence must have caused her a lot of physical and emotional trauma!

Not until Luo Nanyang came out of the kitchen with a dish and called out, "Everyone must be tired! Come and eat, honey, I made your favorite spicy chicken," did the fight between mother and daughter end.

Specifically, it was Luo Qingli being beaten up single-handedly.

"Honey, have more, you must be tired after a day of work!" Luo Nanyang carefully stuffed chicken into Zhao Wanru's bowl.

He wished he could feed all the chicken to his dear wife.

"Bang!" This kind of sound could often be heard in Luo Qingli's house.

Luo Qingli put down her bowl and chopsticks, looking at Luo Nanyang aggrievedly. "Dad, how could you do this to me? Are you going to starve me? I am young and need to grow, I should eat more meat."

"Want to eat meat? Go earn your own money and buy it!" Zhao Wanru retorted without courtesy, boldly and generously eating the chicken in her bowl.

"Your mom worked hard all day, what about you? What have you contributed to this family?" After scolding Luo Qingli, Luo Nanyang eagerly put food into Zhao Wanru's bowl again. "Honey, have some more."

To prevent all the chicken from falling prey to Zhao Wanru, Luo Qingli quickly poured more than half of the remaining chicken into her own bowl.

After all, her dad didn't like to eat meat, so only the two of them, mother and daughter, needed to eat the meat. The leftover was enough for her mighty mom.

After dinner, they sat peacefully on the sofa watching TV following some exercise to aid digestion.

They each held a bag of potato chips, munching it with relish.

"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you do. What will you do when you become fat?" Luo Nanyang walked out and snatched Luo Qingli's potato chips.

Luo Qingli struggled to swallow a mouthful of chips, "Dad, mom also ate some, why don't you scold her?"

Unexpectedly, Luo Nanyang calmly answered: "Your mom is already taken, what about you? Do you have anyone?"

Luo Qingli nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, once again confirming that she was not his real daughter.

"Here, honey, stop eating this junk food, I cut an apple for you. Eating fruit in the evening is good for the body." As if by magic, Luo Nanyang produced a peeled apple from behind.

Luo Qingli had gotten used to this lovey-dovey couple long ago, having built up immunity over the years.

Her dad, a self-proclaimed wife slave, always gave the best things to her mom within his capabilities.

Speaking of which, she was quite envious of her parents' relationship.

They were not dramatic; theirs was a patient love, enduring in its own pace for several decades with consistency.

Her father's family owned a martial arts gym, and her mother had been learning various martial arts there since childhood.

Her parents could be described as childhood sweethearts. Their relationship developed naturally, and they naturally ended up together as they grew older.