Chapter 140 Indulgence

"You have money to buy such expensive things, but not money to support your nephew?"

"Oh, that money-losing brat you raised, can he take care of you in your old age?"

The sharp sound reached Gu Yihan's ears.

Chinese people love to watch a spectacle; it's ingrained in their very being.

Although she wanted to go and check on it, she knew her own physical condition and that the baby in her belly was more important.

Lu Huailin saw his wife's eyes brighten as she looked towards the entrance of the Friendship Store.

He chuckled softly: "Want to see some fun?"

Gu Yihan rolled her eyes at him, knowing full well what he meant, and said irritably, "I don't want to."

A short while

Lu's mother came out with the receipt.

She walked over to Lu Huailin and heard a commotion nearby: "Are they arguing?"

Gu Yihan shook her head: "I didn't see it, so I don't know what happened."

Without thinking much, Lu's mother handed the receipt to Lu Huailin.

He instructed his youngest son, "Don't lose it. When the washing machine is delivered, you'll need to provide a receipt."

Lu Huailin reached out and took it, putting it in his pocket and giving a faint "hmm".

The three of them, each carrying their own belongings, walked towards the entrance of the Friendship Store.

"Mother, are you trying to force me to my death?"

"I will never adopt my elder brother's son, so give up on that idea."

The deep, resonant voice traveled through the layers of people to reach Gu Yihan and the other two.

Lu's mother paused, feeling that the male voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Why does it look so much like Zhao Tiezhu? I tiptoed and peered inside curiously.

The middle-aged woman's voice rang out again.

"Stop talking nonsense. Just tell me, are you going to support your nephew or not? You'll be counting on him to take care of you in your old age."

Because of her height disadvantage, Lu's mother couldn't see anything even when she stood on tiptoe, so she had to push through the crowd and squeeze in.

After noticing Lu's mother's actions, Gu Yihan stopped walking and strolled to the wall, keeping a distance from the crowd.

She patted Lu Huailin's arm and said, "Put your things down quickly. I'll keep an eye on them. You stay with Mom."

Lu Huailin was also worried about his mother. There were already many people at the entrance of the Friendship Store, and with this spectacle, they would gather even more.

He placed the things he was carrying beside Gu Yihan and instructed her, "Wife, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

Gu Yihan nodded.

Lu's mother pushed through the crowd, only seeing the other person's back, and called out uncertainly, "Little Zhao?"

After hearing Lu's mother's voice, Zhao Tiezhu turned around and looked at her.

He raised his arm and scratched his head, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Director Lu."

The middle-aged woman heard Zhao Tiezhu call out to Director Lu.

His eyes flashed, and he plopped down on the ground, patting his thighs with both hands.

He cried out to the heavens, "You must be Tiezhu's superior! This son of yours is so unfilial!"

"He's forgotten his mother after he got married."

“His wife can’t have children, and she won’t agree to let him adopt. Who do you think I’m doing this for? It’s all for the future, so that someone can take care of him in his old age.”

"Sir, please be the judge."

Those around, unaware of what was going on, whispered and pointed at Zhao Tiezhu: "We should report him to his workplace."

"That's right, look at yourself dressed so well, while your mother is dressed in rags."

One of the passersby recognized Lu's mother and muttered, "That woman is the director of the neighborhood committee."

"Oh, really?"

Zhao Tiezhu could hear the whispers around him.

He was very concerned about his reputation, and he immediately felt that he had completely lost face because of Zhao's mother.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Zhao's mother, who was sitting on the ground, his hands gripping the exquisite chocolate wrapper with bulging veins.

Lu's mother was also furious; this young Zhao had married her own niece.

She glared at the mean-looking woman and sneered, "You must be Xiao Zhao's aunt."

"They're shameless, impersonating Xiao Zhao's parents. Aren't they afraid of biting off more than they can chew?"

Upon hearing Lu's words, Zhao's mother knew that the other party would not side with her anymore. Her eyes were filled with malice, and she was about to retort.

She was interrupted by Lu's mother; she wouldn't give the other person a chance to speak.

She shouted, "Don't be fooled by her, everyone. Xiao Zhao was adopted by his uncle at birth."

Turning to look at Zhao's mother sitting on the ground, he said, "Little Zhao has never eaten a single meal from your family, has he?"

"What? The eldest son had too many children, so he's sucking the blood of his adopted sons to support his family?"

As Lu Huailin walked through the crowd, he heard his mother's last words and knew that she hadn't suffered any loss, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He then frowned and stared at Zhao Tiezhu, who was standing to the side.

His tone was very impatient: "Brother-in-law, why haven't your family's problems been resolved after all these years?"

Zhao Tiezhu glanced at Lu Huailin's cold expression, his mouth twitching slightly. Although he didn't want to adopt his elder brother's son.

He wanted to adopt a son from an orphanage, but his wife disagreed.

When his mother first started making a fuss, he deliberately let it go and ignored it, fantasizing that once his wife got tired of his mother, she would agree to adopt a boy.

He never expected his mother to go even further and become so greedy.

Lu's mother looked at Zhao Tiezhu's cowardly appearance.

He sneered at Zhao's mother, "My niece's family has neither mountains of gold nor mountains of silver, so they don't need a son to inherit their wealth."

Zhao's mother recognized Lu Huailin as someone from the train, jumped up in a flash, and pointed at the two of them: "So, you two are in cahoots! I knew it!"

Then she walked over to Zhao Tiezhu and pounded his chest: "Although I didn't raise you, I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you, didn't I?"

"Their daughter can't have children, and they want you to be childless? Are you stupid?"

Lu's mother was furious. Her niece had given birth to a daughter for their family, so how could it mean they would be childless?

She snapped, "Shut up!"

After learning that Lu's mother was related to that barren daughter-in-law, she sneered, "Why can't people talk about it?"

Lu's mother was so angry that she wanted to scratch the other person a couple of times, but Lu Huailin grabbed her arm tightly.

He shook his head at her: "Mom, I know you and Auntie have a good relationship. This is a family matter, and we can't interfere."

Lu's mother looked at her serious-faced son and said, "Wang Man is your sister. You just let others talk about her like this and don't care?"

"Mom, even if you're close to your cousin, can you be closer to Zhao Tiezhu?"

“If it weren’t for his repeated indulgence, how could the people from his hometown have been willing to spend so much money on train tickets to travel back and forth so many times?”

Lu Huailin deliberately didn't control the volume, so that everyone around could hear him.

Zhao Tiezhu also heard Lu Huailin's words, and he glanced at the onlookers with a grim expression.

Some recognized themselves, some were just watching the show, some were gloating, and some were simply there for the spectacle.

He grabbed Zhao's mother's wrist, his expression cold: "From now on, I will not give you any more money."

After saying that, he shook off her wrist, didn't even say goodbye to Lu's mother and the others, forcefully pushed through the crowd, and walked away.

Zhao's mother staggered from the impact, and after regaining her senses, she shouted at Zhao Tiezhu's back, "You unfilial son, you will die a horrible death!"