Chapter 134 How do you know my man is impotent?

"Useless, stupid bitch! All you do is embarrass me!" Wang Jianjun cursed the woman in a low voice.

Jiang Wanxia covered her face and lowered her head, not daring to speak.

When they arrived at their uncle's house, they were all stunned.

At the entrance of the small courtyard, a large crowd had gathered, all craning their necks to look inside, whispering amongst themselves, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wanqiu asked, puzzled. She instinctively turned to ask Zhao Wenchang, but her gaze inadvertently swept over Jiang Wanxia's face.

Jiang Wanxia's cheek was swollen high, with a clear five-finger mark on it, which looked shocking against her fair skin.

Jiang Wanqiu was taken aback and blurted out, "Wanxia, ​​what happened to your face?"

Jiang Wanxia instinctively covered her face, her eyes darting away, and stubbornly said, "No...it's nothing, it's just the wind and the cold."

Seeing the commotion, Zhao Wenchang sensed something was wrong. His brow furrowed, and without asking further questions, he told Jiang Wanqiu, "Wait here for me," before striding through the crowd and squeezing into the courtyard. He shouted, "Uncle! What happened?!"

Zhao Wenchang's voice was loud and clear, piercing through the noisy chatter, and the room fell silent for a moment.

In the very center of the room, Uncle Zhao Jiang sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his face ashen, puffing away on his pipe. The thick smoke obscured his features.

Beside him, a thin boy was being held tightly by his cousin Zhao Wuqiang; this was the boy they were going to pick up, Ping An.

At the other end of the kang (a heated brick bed), sat a middle-aged woman dressed in bulky clothes, with high cheekbones and thin lips.

She is my aunt, Li Erxing.

Standing next to her was a woman who looked about seven or eight parts like her, and at her feet were two chubby little boys, curiously looking around at everything in the room.

"Oh, Wenchang's here? When did you get back?" Li Erxing raised an eyebrow and spoke in a sarcastic tone as soon as he saw Zhao Wenchang.

Zhao Wenchang ignored her completely, walked straight to Zhao Jiang, and asked in a deep voice, "Uncle, what exactly happened?"

Before Zhao Jiang could speak, Li Erxing jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed): "What else could it be! I'm doing this for Wuqiang's own good!" She pointed at Li Wuqiang sitting not far away, "My Wuqiang is so capable, he works at the county supply and marketing cooperative, which is a very lucrative job! But his wife is a barren hen! I was thinking, let one of my sister's two sons be adopted by Wuqiang, it'll be a double blessing, wouldn't that be great?"

As she spoke, she grabbed the boy next to her, named "Stone," and pulled him in front of her, giving him a shove. "Look at this kid, how strong he is!"

Zhao Wuqiang frowned and said in a muffled voice, "Mother, I've already said it, I only recognize Ping An in this life! What's mine is his, and I treat him like my own son!"

"Are you out of your mind?!" Li Erxing stomped his feet in anger, pointing at Ping An's nose and cursing, "What is he? A bastard from another family! Shi Tou is at least my own nephew, your own cousin, and has the blood of the Li family flowing in his veins! And him?"

Ping An was indignant at being scolded and retorted loudly, "I'm not a bastard! I'm a child of the Zhao family! I'm my uncle's nephew!"

"Pah! You're no big deal as a nephew!" Li Erxing almost spat on Ping An's face. "You orphan, you want to seize my son's property? Keep dreaming!"

She got more and more excited as she spoke, and with her hands on her hips, she said to Zhao Wenchang, "Wenchang, you've come at the perfect time! Tell me, am I right? If Wuqiang doesn't leave a descendant, who will take care of him when he's old? And when he dies, no one will even visit his grave or burn paper money for him! Aren't I doing all this for his own good?"

"Mother!" Zhao Wuqiang roared, unable to contain himself any longer, telling her to shut up.

His wife, Zhang Chun, who had been keeping her head down, also raised her head and said tearfully, "Mother... the problem isn't with me."

The onlookers immediately turned their attention to Zhang Chun.

With so many people staring at him, Zhang Chun cried and said, "We went to Beijing for a checkup, and the doctor said it was from Wuqiang. He has asthenospermia, and it's hereditary. We've been treated for half a year, but the doctor said it's incurable!"

Li Erxing was stunned for a second, then screamed: "You're talking nonsense! You troublemaker! You can't even give birth to your own child, yet you dare to smear my son!"

She rushed forward to attack Zhang Chun, cursing him with vulgarities: "Our Zhao family has produced sons for generations, how could there be a problem! My husband was also accused of having low sperm count back then, but I still gave birth to Wuqiang! It's clearly your own fault for not being able to produce offspring, and you still dare to blame my son! I'll tear your rotten mouth apart!"

Zhao Wuqiang quickly hugged his mother tightly, and the scene became chaotic.

Just then, a soft yet slightly anxious voice came from the doorway.

"What happened?"

Jiang Wanqiu finally squeezed through the crowd.

Zhao Wenchang turned around and pulled Jiang Wanqiu to his side: "It's nothing, just some family matters."

As he spoke, he used his large, calloused hands to very naturally tidy up her disheveled hair.

“His family wanted to give Wuqiang a child to adopt, but he refused,” Zhao Wenchang explained succinctly in her ear.

Li Erxing's younger sister, who is also Shi Tou's mother, Li Sanxing, rolled her eyes when she saw this.

Li Wuqiang's family is so rich. If her son were adopted, wouldn't all that money and that good job in the city belong to him?

She shoved the stone beside her and urged urgently, "Stone, hurry! Go over there! Go to your brother Wuqiang and call him 'Father'!"

The boy named Shitou stumbled from the push, glanced timidly at Zhao Wuqiang's dark face, then looked back at his mother. His mouth opened and closed for a long time before he finally managed a soft, mosquito-like hum: "Dad..."

Zhao Wuqiang pursed his lips into a tight line and refused to respond.

Seeing this, Li Erxing immediately became anxious and started yelling at Zhao Wuqiang: "Wuqiang! What are you doing! The child is already calling you Dad, why are you still like a wooden stake? My sister kindly gave you her son, and you're not grateful at all? Do you want to wait until you're old and all alone, watching other people with lots of children and grandchildren, before you regret it?!"

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes swept around the chaotic crowd and finally landed on another chubby-faced boy at Li Sanxing's feet—Tiechui.

Her small, full red lips curved slightly, as if unintentionally, yet also intentionally, and she suddenly spoke to the person: "Little friend, your mother wants your brother to go to the city to live a good life, to eat meat and wear new clothes, so why doesn't she let you go?"

Iron Hammer, who had been curiously looking around, immediately became alert upon hearing this.

He suddenly looked up at his mother, then at his brother who had been pushed to the front, his lips trembled, and he burst into tears.

He rushed forward without a care and grabbed Zhao Wuqiang's leg, shouting, "I want to be your son too! I want a good life too! Mother, you can't just let my brother eat meat and leave me out!"

This time, it was Li Sanxing's turn to be dumbfounded.

She only intended to send one son away to improve his future, how could she send them both away? She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Iron Hammer, "What are you doing, child! Come back here!"

"No!" Hammer cried even harder, refusing to let go no matter what. With his mother pulling him like that, he became even more certain that she wanted his brother to live a good life and not him. "Mom, you're being unfair! You just want my brother to live a life of luxury while I'm left at home to suffer poverty! I won't agree to that! I want to be his son too!"

One child called out "Dad," while the other clung to his leg, refusing to let go, instantly turning the scene into a comical and chaotic mess.

Zhao Wuqiang was extremely agitated: "Get out of here, all of you! I've said it before, in my entire life, I, Zhao Wuqiang, only recognize Ping An as my nephew! Everything that's mine will eventually belong to him!"

Just as things were getting chaotic, a gloating voice came from behind the crowd.

"Oh my, this is quite a scene. A wild boy from another family is definitely not as close as a relative. Auntie, let me be fair, blood ties are not something to be taken lightly. Who knows who Ping'an will side with when he grows up? Whether he'll take care of your Zhao family in your old age and see you off in your deathbed is hard to say. Don't you agree?"

Liu Erxing nodded repeatedly, "You're right!"

Jiang Wanxia squeezed in at some point, winking and making faces at everyone in the room.

Jiang Wanqiu turned her head to meet Jiang Wanxia's gloating gaze and coldly said, "Who said Ping An is an outsider? He is Zhao Wenchang's son, how could he not take care of the Zhao family elders in their old age?"

"His son, Zhao Wenchang?" Jiang Wanxia suddenly scoffed. "Where would Zhao Wenchang get a son?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Wanxia suddenly remembered!

In her past life, she accidentally came across Zhao Wenchang's pre-enlistment physical examination report, which clearly stated the diagnosis: congenital asthenospermia!

That's why Zhao Wenchang in his previous life raised his comrade's child, Ping An, as his own son.

And it was precisely because she despised him as a "fake man" who couldn't have children and was cowardly raising someone else's son that she looked down on him in every way!

This secret was like a shot in the arm, instantly straightening Jiang Wanxia's back.

Looking at Jiang Wanqiu, who was being held protectively in Zhao Wenchang's arms like a precious treasure, she found a perfect outlet for her jealousy and resentment.

So what if she's doing well? She still ended up with a man who can't have children!

Like me, you'll never have your own child in this lifetime! You'll be a sucker, raising someone else's son!

Overwhelmed with pleasure, her smile grew even more ferocious, and her voice suddenly rose again, sharp and piercing: "He has no son whatsoever! Let me tell you, Zhao Wenchang can't have one either! Just like his cousin Zhao Wuqiang, he's a low-sperm man! He's not even a complete man! He wants to be a sucker and raise someone else's son, it's laughable!"

The room was instantly filled with whispers.

Jiang Wanqiu's heart tightened, and she retorted sharply, "What nonsense are you spouting? How do you know about Zhao Wenchang's situation!"

Jiang Wanxia was taken aback by her question, but quickly found an excuse.

She proudly raised her chin: "How would I know? I just heard from Sister Zhang Chun that this condition is hereditary, isn't it? Since Zhao Wuqiang has it, then Zhao Wenchang must have it too! What's so strange about that!"

"Stop spouting nonsense without any basis!" Jiang Wanqiu warned Jiang Wanxia sternly.

Jiang Wanxia retorted without fear: "What? If your man were useful, why hasn't he made any moves with you yet! You've been here for half a year now, haven't you?"

A visitor from another village couldn't help but chime in, "Wenchang should be fine, right? Didn't he give birth to a healthy baby?"

Jiang Wanxia had been waiting for these words!