"I won't say anything else, just talk about how much money you've secretly given to that little bastard child of Wang Tiejun over the years. Do you think I really don't know?"

Zhao Cuifen could tolerate Old Lady Zhao pointing her finger at her and scolding her, but she couldn't tolerate Old Lady Zhao calling Wang Tiejun a bastard. She immediately screamed, "Mom! Tiejun is your grandson!"

"Grandson? What grandson? A grandson is one who is filial. If he is not filial, then he was born in vain. It would be better not to have him at all!" Old Mrs. Zhao said bluntly. Then, she glared at Zhao Cuifen and said sarcastically, "Don't be fooled by how devoted you are to him, even more so than to your own parents. Do you see if he cares about you at all?"

"I won't say anything else, just this time, when your house collapsed, did he bring a huge lump of grain weighing two ounces to your door? No, right?"

"Tie Jun probably doesn't know, I haven't sent him any messages," Zhao Cuifen said somewhat awkwardly.

"Pah, he doesn't know? Even I, an old woman who rarely leaves the house, know this. Wang Tiejun, that idle good-for-nothing, must have a few cronies, right? How could he not know? He's just pretending not to know!" Old Mrs. Wang said with certainty.

"No." Zhao Cuifen quickly shook her head, saying anxiously, "Mom, Tiejun injured his leg. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, he's probably not fully healed yet..."

Old Mrs. Wang immediately retorted without hesitation, "You said it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, how long has his leg been like this? How could it not be healed yet? I heard from Ah Sen last month that he saw Wang Tiejun in town. He's not healed? He's perfectly fine!"

Zhao Cuifen hesitated for a moment, then came up with a new reason for Wang Tiejun: "Mom, you know perfectly well that Tiejun is nominally living with his grandparents, but in reality, he still has to rely on his uncle and aunt. In any household, he has no say whatsoever. Tiejun definitely won't get a single grain of food. If I, as his mother, were to ask him for food, wouldn't that be putting him in a difficult position..."

"Oh, so you don't want to make things difficult for your own son, so you make things difficult for your parents, your brothers, and your nephews and nieces?" Old Mrs. Zhao said sarcastically, looking at Zhao Cuifen.

"Mom!" Zhao Cuifen's tone became urgent again. She called out "Mom" heavily and looked at Old Lady Zhao, saying, "I've said it eight hundred times, I'm borrowing grain, borrowing grain, borrowing grain, not asking you for it, I'm going to pay it back!"

"I've said it eight hundred times, no way! I don't have any grain! Even if I did, I wouldn't lend it to an ingrate like you!" Old Mrs. Zhao said.

"You..." Zhao Cuifen and Old Lady Zhao stared at each other for a long time before Zhao Cuifen finally gave in, letting out a sigh of relief, and said, "Fine, if you won't lend it, then don't. Just get me some food. You can't expect your daughter to go back to her parents' home and not even give her a bite to eat, can you?"

Unable to borrow any grain, Zhao Cuifen had no choice but to settle for second best and just try to get a decent meal first.

She had been starving for days. It took her every ounce of strength to walk back to her parents' house; she slipped and fell with every step. If she couldn't even get a decent meal, she would be at a huge loss!

Seeing that even after she had gone this far, Zhao Cuifen, this 'unfilial daughter,' still hadn't forgotten to take advantage of her, Old Lady Zhao was furious. She immediately kicked Zhao Cuifen out, saying, "Get out, get out! You heartless ingrate! I've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to give birth to you!"