These words were not polite at all, and they completely shattered Yang Chunxiao's illusions. Her face seemed to turn pale, and her body became even more hunched. "I, I..."

If Yang Chunxiao was not Wang Dujuan's girl, Yang Donghu might have reached out to help her, but if she wanted to have a relationship with Wang Dujuan, that was absolutely impossible.

Seeing Yang Chunxiao crying pitifully, Yang Donghu felt a little sorry: "Don't you know who is the most valued in the Yang family? You also know what Wang Dujuan cares about the most. She doesn't care about your life or death, so why are you still giving her face?"

Yang Chunxiao was stunned on the spot. She didn't know why Yang Donghu's personality suddenly changed. Only after Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu walked away did she recover from her shock.

The word "filial piety" weighs heavily on Yang Chunxiao. Since she was a child, she has been instilled with the idea that she should repay her parents and respect them when she grows up. So even if Wang Dujuan did something excessive, Yang Chunxiao did not dare to resist. In her opinion, this was a matter of course, so how could she go against her parents?

But thinking carefully about what Yang Donghu said, yes, her mother only had Yang Yaoguang and Yang Chunxue in her heart, and she had never considered her own life or death.

Anyway, I have been forced into a corner with no way out. If I can get the money back by breaking up with my husband's family, maybe they will forgive me for the sake of getting the money back.

If you can't get the money back and even lose your life, there's no point pretending to be a filial son. It's better to just let go and take a gamble.

Of course, what Wang Dujuan cared about most was her son. Yang Chunxiao calmed herself down, gathered the hair scattered around her ears, turned around and left the village, heading towards her husband's home.