My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

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Chapter 3. The Life of the Despised Stepbrother

In the late night, Cheng Qingzhi couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.

He had a long dream, even in the dream, he could feel a sharp pain gripping his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

After his birth mother died, his father, Xu Lan, always saw him as a burden. Even though he remarried into the Cheng family with him, his status in the Cheng family remained low, living like a servant.

The old Cheng house only had two rooms, one for his father and stepmother, and one for Cheng Songer.

As for him, he had to wake up before dawn every day to work and slept in a corner of the kitchen.

That night, it was pouring rain with thunder roaring.

Cheng Songer was not around, and Cheng's mother got drunk outside.

She stumbled into the kitchen, her face full of wicked desire as she looked at him, "Teenagers are tender, unlike your father who is already an old man. . . Come, let mother touch you. . ."

Cheng's mother's eyes were filled with disgusting thoughts as she approached him step by step, her enormous shadow turning into claws grabbing him.

Only fifteen years old, he screamed in fear, continuously retreating.

Xu Lan, who was in the house, rushed over upon hearing the sound, and instantly understood everything when he saw Cheng's mother, who was drunk, and the frightened Cheng Qingzhi.

After much persuasion, Xu Lan took Cheng's mother back to the main room, and soon, the sound of embarrassment came from the house.

The pouring rain, the woman's pleasurable gasps, and the man's painful and suppressed voice.

Cheng Qingzhi covered his ears in pain, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

After taking care of his stepmother's release, Xu Lan put on his clothes and came to the kitchen.

Seeing his father, who defended his innocence, Cheng Qingzhi couldn't help but rush over and hug him, quietly crying.

Little did he know, his trusted father's eyes were cold and indifferent at that moment.

His hand gradually tightened, and he slapped Cheng Qingzhi's face heavily, leaving a bloodstain with his fingernails coated in hibiscus juice.

". . . . . . Father?" Cheng Qingzhi murmured, covering his face. The half of his face that was slapped burned with pain, and his ears rang loudly.

"Don't call me father." Xu Lan's face was filled with deep disgust, and he gritted his teeth. "Seducing your stepmother, shameless."

Sudden awakening, Cheng Qingzhi looked around in fear, gasping for breath like a drowning person. Tears flowed uncontrollably, wetting half of the pillow.

Cheng Songer woke up in a daze, and Cheng Qingzhi had already gotten up.

He brought a basin of hot water in front of her, looking cautious like a servant, and said, "Songer, wash your face."

Cheng Qingzhi's heart that had been clenched slightly relaxed. She hadn't changed, that's good.

He didn't expect Cheng Songer to truly change and stop abusing him. He only hoped that Cheng Songer's disguise could be removed a little later, allowing him to enjoy a few more days of peaceful life.

Breakfast was already prepared, but due to the last bit of millet being eaten, they only had plain boiled vegetables.

Eating the plain and tasteless food, Cheng Songer realized that she couldn't continue like this. Their family was already impoverished, and she had to find a way to make money.