Chapter 8 Let's just split up.

Instead, she frowned and scolded, "Can't you speak a little quieter? Don't shout all the time, it's so noisy! It's such a bad influence, what kind of behavior is this?"

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Li Qiaodi was so angry she almost jumped up and down.

"Now you know you complain about my loud voice? Are you ashamed of me? You didn't treat me like this before! Over the years, I've worked tirelessly day and night for this family, sacrificing and giving so much. You can't possibly have no idea how much you've sacrificed and given, can you? And how have you treated me?"

The surrounding neighbors all stood by and watched with great interest.

Zhou Haiwei felt increasingly anxious as he stood in the crowd.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but finally couldn't help but gently tug at Li Qiaodi's sleeve and whisper, "Stop talking. So many people are watching and listening. It'll make us a laughingstock."

At this moment, Zhou Shufen stared at the couple in front of her, her tone indifferent.

"If you want to argue, go inside and argue. It's too unsightly to make a scene outside."

She paused for a moment.

"Since everyone's here, let's get this straight and just split up."

The scene immediately erupted in uproar.

Zhou Haiwei's expression immediately changed, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly tried to dissuade him.

"Mom, please don't say such things impulsively. We're a good family, why make a scene like this?"

However, Zhou Shufen gave him no way out. (Indifference.)

She looked at her son and said slowly, "Who's joking with you? You've been living in the old house since you got married, but you haven't contributed a single penny to the household expenses. I've taken care of all your food, clothing, and living expenses. Do you think this is a matter of course?"

“From today onwards, all these accounts must be settled, and the families will live separately from now on! No one should try to take advantage of anyone else.”

Li Qiaodi froze for a moment, then collapsed to the ground, curling her legs up and pounding her thighs with both hands. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she cried out, "Oh my God, what is going on?!"

She cried and shouted to defend herself.

"Haven't we been paying living expenses all these years?"

As she spoke, she sobbed and wiped her eyes twice.

Seeing this, Zhou Shufen didn't even blink, giving her a cold glance.

Then he pulled a thick notebook out of his pocket.

She casually flipped through a few pages and then threw it in front of Li Qiaodi.

"Take a look yourself. Is there any record of you paying money? It's all written down in black and white right here. Who gave you the right to make a scene and cry foul?"

The onlookers immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"This couple is really despicable; they even try to shirk their basic living expenses."

"No wonder Shufen was so determined this time; her son and daughter-in-law have really gone too far!"

"The elderly people work so hard to keep their old house and support their families, but in the end they still get tricked by them... It's so disheartening!"

All eyes turned to Zhou Haiwei.

At this moment, Zhou Haiwei stood still, feeling the pressure of gazes from all directions making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable, and remaining silent will only make the villagers more resentful of him.

He quickly weighed the options in his mind, suppressed his anger, and lowered his head in a gesture.

“Those things that happened before were because I, as a son, failed to fulfill my responsibilities.”

He paused for a moment, then made his statement.

"But from now on, I will definitely hand over the supplementary money to my family on time every month."

That evening, Zhou Dajun staggered open the door and swayed in drunkenly.

His face was flushed, and his nostrils reeked of alcohol.

He was carrying a nearly empty bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) in one hand.

He casually tossed it onto the greasy little square table with a thud.

He stumbled and fell onto the old sofa.

"This is so damn annoying... Nobody's any peace of mind, the house and the outside are a complete mess..."

The light bulbs inside the room were dim.

However, none of this caught his attention.

Because the woman sitting in the corner opposite him was silent and had a cold look in her eyes.

Zhou Shufen sat quietly alone in the room all afternoon.

From the moment she opened her eyes, those strange yet vivid memories flooded her mind.

She then realized that she had really returned and regained her youthful body.

Painful scenes from the past flashed through my mind.

"Since God has given me a second chance at life."

She gently closed her eyes.

"Then I never want to live for others again."

From this moment on, she only wanted to live for herself, to live a wonderful and dignified life.

The man in front of her was no longer a relative in her eyes, much less a partner she could rely on.

He's just an ungrateful and faithless man.

So before Zhou Dajun could even open his mouth to question him, Zhou Shufen had already ignored him.

Zhou Dajun waited a minute without receiving a response, and a surge of frustration and irritability welled up inside him.

He slammed his hand on the table, jumped up, glared at her, and roared, "What the hell are you doing today?! Why do we have to tear our family apart and make such a scene until it's all over? Do you want me to live too long?!"

The sound was so loud that the air inside the room seemed to freeze for half a second.

Even the mice by the window dared not make a sound.

Faced with his hysterical roar, Zhou Shufen did not back down at all, and even sneered, slowly raising her head to meet his gaze.

Her tone was indifferent, yet neither humble nor arrogant.

"How do you know what happened outside? You just walked in and started swearing? Do you think I'm still afraid of you and dare not talk back like before? Who do you think you are to lecture me!"

Zhou Dajun's face instantly turned from pale to red.

He kicked the chair away, stood up, grabbed the plastic slippers at his feet, and waved them around with great force.

"I'll beat you to death, you unruly, shameless woman! You think you're so tough?!"

As he spoke, a spittle flew from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were fierce and ruthless, like those of a wolf or tiger.

The man roared and charged forward menacingly, holding his slipper high in his hand, ready to strike Zhou Shufen.

At that moment, the woman suddenly flipped over and jumped up.

Zhou Shufen quickly grabbed the bamboo broom leaning against the gate.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and with a quick step, she swept her sword towards the onrushing Zhou Dajun!

There was a loud "bang".

The large bamboo broom landed heavily on his forehead without any restraint.

He screamed and almost jumped up, but slipped and nearly fell flat on his face.

The tattered slipper in his hand also slipped out and fell to the ground.

"You...you're going to kill me, aren't you?"

Zhou Dajun clutched his forehead, wincing in pain as he cried and tried to back away.

"I'm your own husband! I'm so lucky to have married you, and you just hit me like that? You're a crazy woman, a vicious shrew!"

He paced around the room in a disheveled manner, wailing incessantly.

But his arrogant demeanor from before was nowhere to be seen.

But Zhou Shufen felt very relieved.

As she spoke, she tightened her grip even more.

"Get out! If you're not happy with me, then get out of here!"

Her voice was sharp and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.