80s New Wedding Night: I Married the Fiercest Rough Guy

"Are we still getting a divorce?"

Her rough husband threatened her while gripping her waist. She had no choice but to beg for mercy, "No, we're not getting a divorce, we'r...

Chapter 560 Trying to make things difficult for his wife?

What are you doing watching the seventh day of the Lunar New Year?

If the old lady simply wants to see Ye Yun, Ye Yun is fine with it; but if she wants to see her daughter, then there are only two words to say.

—No way.

Ye Yun gave Qin Zheng a wink.

Qin Zheng immediately stepped forward, opened the door a crack, and said to Aunt Li with a cold expression, "The child and her mother are asleep. We'll talk about it after they wake up."

Aunt Li, however, was determined to have Ye Yun see the old lady, and reached out to push Qin Zheng.

"How can she be sleeping? What's the point of sleeping in the middle of the day? The old lady is back, and she, as the younger generation, isn't coming out to greet her, does she expect the old lady to come up to greet her too?"

As a result, she couldn't move Qin Zheng at all.

His tall figure stood in front of the door, blocking the entrance like a statue. Aunt Li tried to push him twice, but couldn't get him to move.

She looked up at Qin Zheng, who was more than a head taller than her, and was suddenly startled.

Qin Zheng remained motionless, staring coldly at her. Though his expression was blank, the power emanating from his eyes was like that of a ferocious wolf, glaring at the ignorant beast that had intruded into his territory.

"Have you pushed enough?"

His gaze was somewhat frightening, causing Aunt Li to involuntarily shrink back and awkwardly withdraw her hand that had been trying to push Qin Zheng away.

Faced with absolute power, she had no strength to argue or fight.

With her physique, if she stood in front of Qin Zheng's tall and burly body, Qin Zheng could easily punch her three feet into the ground.

Unable to get Qin Zheng's consent, Aunt Li looked down at the old lady downstairs for help.

The old lady had been sitting on the sofa downstairs. After seeing Aunt Li being rejected by Qin Zheng, she looked particularly displeased and turned her gaze to Mu Jingsheng, who was sitting opposite her.

"Jingsheng, your daughter is indeed poorly taught."

Mu Jingsheng was making tea for the old lady when he heard this and paused, looking at her in surprise.

The old lady winked at him and complained with a dissatisfied expression: "Look, I, the grandmother, was hospitalized, and she didn't even come to visit me. I understand her, after all, she's still in her postpartum period. But now that I'm back, she won't even come out to see me. She has no filial piety at all."

Mu Jingsheng was speechless.

He seemed to finally understand the old lady's meaning. He looked up and, following her gaze, saw Aunt Li confronting Qin Zheng.

In an instant, he exclaimed in surprise, "Aunt Li? Who let you go up there?"

Aunt Li was also taken aback.

"Sir, the old lady said she wanted to see the child, so I came up to invite her and the child."

Bang!

Mu Jingsheng slammed down the teapot in his hand with displeasure, stared at Aunt Li who was still standing blankly upstairs, and scolded, "Who gave you permission to invite them? Why aren't you coming down here right now? My daughter and grandson are still resting, what are you doing up there disturbing them?"

"I invited you here to take care of my family, not to cause me trouble!"

Aunt Li's shoulders trembled with fright.

This was the first time she had ever seen Mu Jingsheng lose his temper like this. Because the old lady valued her, Mu Jingsheng was usually very kind to her.

Seeing Mu Jingsheng so angry, Aunt Li didn't dare to stay upstairs any longer. She shrank back like a bird or beast and went downstairs without saying a word, standing obediently behind the old lady.

"Jingsheng, what are you doing?" The old lady noticed that Aunt Li behind her had been wronged and also looked dissatisfied.

Aunt Li is her person, so scolding Aunt Li is like slapping her in the face.

Mu Jingsheng sighed, picked up the teapot again, and poured tea for the old lady while saying, "Mother, it's not that I don't want you to see her, but Xiaoyun has just given birth and traveled a long way to get here. She needs to rest and recuperate properly."

"You're a woman too, you should know that if you don't take good care of yourself during postpartum recovery, you'll develop health problems later on. Can't you understand your granddaughter a little?"

Unexpectedly, the old lady gave a cold snort.

"No one stays cooped up in their room all day like this during postpartum confinement, right?" She was particularly dissatisfied with Ye Yun's behavior, and brought up the past again, clicking her tongue and saying, "When I gave birth to you, I got out of bed the next day to support your maternal grandparents' huge business, and argued with those ambitious uncles from the collateral branches. How come she can't even go downstairs to see her elders?"

Are you glorifying your suffering?

A soft, deep voice suddenly came from upstairs, instantly silencing the crowd.

Grandma Mu looked up, puzzled.

Qin Zheng stood on the second floor, staring down at him with a cold gaze.

Her slightly raised chin, her pursed lips, and her disdainful gaze all unabashedly revealed her contempt for this old woman.

That look made the old lady feel that her self-esteem had been challenged, and she said sternly, "Young man from out of town, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"laugh……"

Qin Zheng just chuckled lightly, his tone indifferent: "Old man, you're really funny. You suffer yourself and don't know what it means to enjoy life. You just want others to suffer with you."

"Judging from your tone, you've never had postpartum confinement, have you?"

"That's true. You've had such a hard life, so naturally you don't know what it's like for women with good fortune to have a postpartum period."

"Then I'll reluctantly make you envious."

“Take my wife for example. Except for the journey to Lin’an, which was a bit tiring, she spent the rest of her postpartum period in bed enjoying herself. When the baby cried, I would put him in her arms, I would change his diapers, I would wash his clothes, and I would even wash his feet for him. All she had to do was rest and recuperate. She didn’t have to lift a finger. You’ve never experienced this kind of treatment, have you?”

"Oh, right. You got out of bed and started arguing with someone the day after you gave birth. How do you deserve this kind of treatment?"

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