Chapter 195 I'm really not sure

What do you take me for?

“I’m not that kind of person! I’m not that kind of woman… the kind who relies on men’s charity and is looked down upon!”

She suddenly let out a cold laugh, but the laugh was more unpleasant than crying, and her lips trembled slightly.

"You're not even as good as that kind of person! At least they earn their own living and make a living with their own hands. But you're the opposite; you lose money and even get laughed at!"

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?"

Her voice suddenly rose, and her finger pointed directly at Shen Cuifen.

"You really think you're some kind of refined lady? You think you're so high and mighty? You're nothing more than someone who crawled out of the mud!"

Zhou Wenjuan could no longer hold back, covered her face and squatted down, her shoulders shaking violently.

"You guys...don't go too far!"

Lu Zhongping finally exploded, his hands trembling with rage and veins bulging on his forehead.

The veins in his neck bulged as if they were about to burst, his eyes were bloodshot, and he glared fiercely at Shen Cuifen.

Shen Cuifen simply shrugged, her expression indifferent.

She straightened her cuffs, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Stop clinging to us, we don't have time to play your sob story. Save your tears for ghosts."

Lu Jianguo stared intently at her, his eyes red-rimmed, his teeth grinding together, his eyes filled with hatred.

It is said that a couple has been together for many years.

Even now, when they are down on their luck and have nowhere else to turn.

He's a human being, shouldn't he at least show some compassion?

Zhou Wenjuan has humbled herself to the point of being ashamed as kneeling on the ground picking up trash.

How could she be so cold-blooded?

How can you leave no room for maneuver and drive someone to the brink of despair with just one sentence?

Shen Cuifen turned to leave, her steps firm and without the slightest hesitation.

"Guizhen! Zhongshun! Help your dad!"

Zhou Wenjuan's tears didn't stop; she choked back sobs as she cried out pitifully to her two children.

"He's your own father! Please... save him!"

"He is not my father."

Shen Zhongshun spoke coldly.

"He's not my dad either."

Shen Guizhen followed up.

"Our surname is Chen, and we have absolutely no relation to those surnamed Lu."

The two spoke in unison, their tones identical.

Do you have any heart?

Lu Zhongping glared at them, trembling with anger, his voice shaking.

"I shouldn't have given birth to you! It's a father's fault for raising you but not teaching you, but you've lost all humanity!"

No matter how bad, how incompetent, or how much he has let this family down, Lu Jianguo is still their biological father!

These two children are practically identical to Shen Cuifen.

My heart is made of iron, but my blood is cold.

"Yeah, you have no conscience either. Mom shouldn't have given birth to you."

Shen Guizhen simply threw those words back at Lu Zhongping verbatim.

"You say we're heartless? And what about you? You protect that woman who ruined our family, yet you yell at my mother like she's your enemy! Do you even remember whose son you are?"

Seeing Lu Zhongping protecting Zhou Wenjuan while yelling at his own mother without any restraint.

Shen Guizhen felt a tightness in her chest and her stomach churning, almost making her vomit.

"you."

Lu Zhongping pointed at her, his face turning purplish-red, his throat choked, too angry to speak.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Shen Cuifen turned around abruptly, her voice sharp.

"Don't come near me again, seeing you makes me want to vomit! Guizhen, Zhongshun, let's go! Don't waste your time here!"

She grabbed her two children, acted decisively, and walked forward without looking back.

Zhou Wenjuan lowered her head to wipe away her tears, hurriedly picking up the scattered old clothes and medicine bottles.

"It's all my fault for being incompetent and not having enough money to give you two a ride home."

"Mom! How could you say that!"

Seeing the reproach in his mother Zhou Wenjuan's tone, Lu Zhongping quickly helped Lu Jianguo, who was unsteady on his feet, to his feet.

While calming his father down, he turned and quickly walked to Zhou Wenjuan's side.

"It's better than anything that our family can get together! What's the big deal about taking a walk? Just think of it as a stroll, getting some fresh air, and having a chat. Isn't that great!"

Lu Jianguo was bent over, one hand supporting the wound on his side, and cold sweat was still seeping from his forehead.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the mother and child on the ground.

The image of Lu Zhongping and Zhou Wenjuan walking side by side.

The two of them, one supporting the other, were chatting and laughing.

His heart ached at the sight, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

walk?

You two have it easy, not carrying anything on your shoulders or in your hands, and you walk very fast.

But I just got stabbed in the thigh!

It's only been less than two days since the surgery, and my skin is still swollen. Every step I take feels like being pricked by needles!

This isn't walking, it's torture!

If I walk back, will I even survive?

Shen Cuifen completely ignored Lu Jianguo's bitter face and muttering.

She didn't even bother to look at him, and walked briskly ahead.

As soon as they stepped out of the hospital, Shen Cuifen quickened her pace, pulling Zhou Wenjuan and Lu Zhongping along at a brisk pace.

By the time Lu Jianguo finally managed to drag himself out of the courtyard gate, panting, the three of them had long since disappeared.

Zou Qiuyue's home is indeed not far from the hospital, just across two alleys.

Turn the corner again, and it's a ten-minute walk from there.

The sunlight slanted along the way, casting dappled shadows on the trees.

The group chatted as they walked, appearing quite relaxed.

As Zou Qiuyue walked, she deliberately took detours, inquiring in a relaxed tone.

"Does Shen Guizhen have a boyfriend? Has her family arranged a marriage for her?"

The probing was quite obvious in his words.

Shen Cuifen understood immediately upon hearing this.

Their intentions are obvious.

Zou Qiuyue was testing her attitude towards the Song family.

They wanted to see if Shen Guizhen was already taken, and whether there was any possibility of getting involved with their family.

She knew perfectly well what was going on, but she just smiled slightly and didn't expose him on the spot.

It would be awkward to expose them.

Although the two families have a good relationship, marriage is a major event that affects the whole family.

If you reveal the truth all at once, and it doesn't work out, it might damage your relationship.

If Shen Guizhen could really marry into the Zheng family, Shen Cuifen wouldn't worry about her being mistreated.

The Zheng family is honest, has a good family tradition, and lives a stable life.

She trusted Zou Qiuyue's character and believed that she would not mistreat her daughter-in-law.

As long as the man isn't the kind of unreasonable and domineering person, she feels much more at ease.

She had only met Song Wenhua twice.

He's always been a quiet, unassuming person, rarely saying a word.

He sat there, head down, like a stone.

She really had no idea what kind of personality he had, whether he was gentle or stubborn, caring or chauvinistic.

Fate is something you can't force.

A forced marriage is never sweet, and even arranged marriages require mutual affection.

She was just waiting for Shen Guizhen to make her own decision.

My daughter is all grown up now; she has her own thoughts and preferences.

A mother cannot do everything for her child, nor can she force her child to do things.

Of course, it's not about completely letting things slide.

Shen Cuifen frowned slightly, deep in thought.

She is a mother, and this concerns her daughter's happiness for a lifetime.

She and Zhou Wenjuan were close friends, and their families were very close.

But as her daughter's mother, she should still be in charge of her daughter's marriage.

We cannot give in just because of personal feelings; that would only harm the child.

As they were talking, it was getting dark.

The sun had long since set in the west, leaving only a faint orange-red glow on the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at Zou Qiuya's doorstep.

A small courtyard with gray bricks, and old-fashioned red lanterns hanging at the entrance.

Just as the group raised their hands to knock on the door, Shen Cuifen's gaze was drawn to the old house diagonally opposite.

It was an old two-story building with mottled exterior walls covered in vines.