Zhou Jing's head buzzed from the slap, instantly tilting to one side. Half of her cheek swelled up visibly, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, which looked particularly glaring in the dim light.

"Ah! You old bastard, what right do you have to hit me?" Zhou Jing was almost driven mad by the sudden heavy blow, jumping up and down and cursing like a shrew.

She screamed and swung her arms wildly, as if trying to tear everything in front of her to shreds. Her hair became disheveled from the frantic movements, and her eyes were filled with madness and resentment.

She used to think that she could get some benefits from Xia Xiong, whether it was some financial subsidies or some respect in the village because of the Xia family's reputation, so she could barely tolerate it.

But now that Xia Jianguo has been brought back, and Xia Xiong has a son and a grandson, she, as a married woman, certainly has no benefit to gain. She will not continue to wrong herself. She completely tears off her mask, revealing her most ferocious and ugly face, and keeps cursing with vile words, completely disregarding years of family affection and dignity.

Xia Xiong looked at the unfamiliar woman in front of him, feeling a mix of emotions.

He slowly sat back in his chair, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Xia Wan's eyes also reddened. She stepped forward and gently hugged her grandfather, wanting to offer him some comfort.

The others inside stood silently, watching everything with a sense of helplessness and sorrow. This home, once filled with laughter and warmth, was now facing an unprecedented crisis.