Hmm? What he said made sense, but it didn't affect Fan Qi's anger and she slapped his restless hand away.

He pulled her down: "But I know: my wife is always right. If my wife is wrong, please refer to the previous point."

That’s more like it!

What is he doing? She was in high spirits just now, but he sat up to ruin the atmosphere, and now he continues, not wanting to cooperate. Bastard... Why does she surrender every time...

Chapter 98

◎Mrs. Liu’s Journey◎

No breakfast was sent to his family today, so Liu Xiangnian could only eat breakfast in the hospital. His appetite was already poor due to chemotherapy, and these tasteless hospital meals were really hard to swallow.

Boss Gao from next door came over with a newspaper and said, "Boss Liu, why are you eating breakfast in the hospital? Your wife didn't even prepare a loving breakfast for you?"

"I have a poor appetite. I can't even eat dragon meat. There's no need to go to so much trouble!" Liu Xiangnian replied.

Boss Gao put the newspaper on the table and said, "My wife left the hospital yesterday and was a little unhappy. Have you read it?"

There was a TV in the ward, but he was undergoing chemotherapy these days and was very weak. He felt the sound of the TV was too loud, so he basically never turned it on. He took the newspaper:

"The second wife cursed Chen Zhiqian, Mrs. Liu was crazy and Feng Xueming was speechless"

Seeing this headline, Liu Xiangnian quickly picked up the newspaper and read the news.

Boss Gao smiled and said, "So that's what I mean! If a family doesn't have rules, it will be a mess, right? Take your time eating, I won't disturb you."

As soon as Boss Gao left, Liu Xiangnian slammed the newspaper on the table, sat down and called back: "Ask my wife to answer the phone."

The servant went to call old lady Liu. Liu Xiangnian was getting angrier and angrier as he read the newspaper. When he heard Wu Meiyun answering the phone, he started to scold her: "I've provided you with good food and drink for so many years, but you ate all the food? You've caused so much trouble for me at a time like this. Are you worried that Tianhe won't go bankrupt? I must have done something wrong in my previous life that I'm looking for you..."

Old Mrs. Liu watched TV at night. The news was full of her clips. No TV station said a word for her. They all scolded her. At this time, she wanted her daughter to comfort her, but her daughter hung up the phone. When she called again, her daughter said helplessly: "Mom, you didn't consider the situation when you scolded people. Now you are afraid. Is it useful?"

This indifferent tone made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave. She shouted at the top of her lungs: "You are my daughter."

What's the point? The daughter said a few perfunctory words to her and hung up the phone.

She could only call her good poker friend. The friend heard her voice and said, "Mrs. Liu, you didn't even realize what time it is. You made me think something urgent happened. I have neurasthenia. I can't sleep anymore after you woke me up."

Her poker friends, who had always been polite to her, didn't want to listen to her at all.

The old lady tossed and turned all night alone. It was no longer her quarrel with that family or her attempt to figure out who was right. Rather, she felt that after living in this family for so many years, no one really cared about her.

She was just about to fall asleep until dawn, when she was woken up and answered the phone, only to hear another barrage of scolding.

Listening to Liu Xiangnian's yelling and cursing, Old Lady Liu hung up the phone, went into the room and took out a bottle of sleeping pills from the drawer of the bedside table.

Her face was full of tears as she thought about the time when she met him in her youth and was attracted by his handsomeness and elegance. She knew that he was the husband of the eldest daughter of the Chen family and that he and the daughter were deeply in love. He was out of her reach, and she, a teahouse waitress stuck in the quagmire, could only watch him from afar.

All she could do was to pour him tea and bring him water when he came to the teahouse.

He was generous and often gave a few extra coins as tips.

That day, he was drinking tea and reading a newspaper when he suddenly turned pale and staggered away in a panic. She didn't care that she was still on duty and chased after him.

He was seen standing by the river, holding onto a tree, bending over and crying, ignoring the passers-by.

She took out her handkerchief and timidly called out, "Sir."

He took her handkerchief and wiped his face: "Excuse me."