Chapter 71 Mother-in-law scolds Tang Wan for killing her son

Zhang Cuihua's expression changed, and she instantly lost her smile: "You won't give it to me? That's not very kind of you."

Wang Yuqing sneered: "Don't be too kind-hearted, because kind-hearted people will suffer losses."

Zhang Cuihua sneered, "That's really awful of you to say. What did you lose? You only made a little over ten yuan because of my family's bicycle."

Wang Yuqing retorted without hesitation: "So your old bicycle has grown arms? Can it catch snails, or stir-fry them? Or maybe it can set up a stall and hawk its wares? Oh, your old bicycle has become a spirit! Shouldn't you report it to the government?"

Zhang Cuihua was so angry that she grinned, her large teeth grinding together.

Just then, Tang Wan came running up, panting. She looked at the situation in front of her and hurriedly said, "Mom, let's go back. I'm in a hurry to attend the conference."

Zhang Cuihua took her anger out on her, yelling, "Look at the kind of person you helped! You're always acting like a nice guy, but no one knows how to be grateful!"

Tang Wan glanced at Wang Yuqing, gave an awkward and helpless bitter smile, and said, "Mom, didn't she give me brown sugar and red dates last time? Didn't you take them all? Those things are very expensive."

Zhang Cuihua glared at Tang Wan: "What's so special about that little bit of stuff? I heard she bought ten yuan worth that day, she should at least give me half, right?"

Grandma Ji was stunned by the words "split in half". She said, "This...this is too much...one or two pieces is fine."

Tang Wan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Grandma Ji."

He then said to Zhang Cuihua, "Mom, I lent her the bicycle voluntarily. Besides, she gave us snails, brown sugar, and red dates, which is already very kind of her. It's just a bicycle, it doesn't cost much gas. Let's go back."

She took Zhang Cuihua's arm for support.

Zhang Cuihua forcefully shook off her hand, almost raising it to yell, "You said it was voluntary? I didn't even call you a spendthrift woman. What good are you? You always have a long face, and everything you do is inhuman. Who told you to lend your old bicycle to someone else? Did you even ask for my permission?"

After scolding Tang Wan, she then scolded Wang Yuqing: "You really are just like everyone says, your mouth is as tight as a miser's. Don't you have any shame? This is the first time I've heard of someone who borrows something and doesn't know how to be grateful. You're so dishonest. Do you think my bicycle fell from the sky?"

Tang Wan frowned, her tone becoming more forceful: "Mom, don't scold Yuqing here. She's a good person, what do you mean by 'unethical'..."

Zhang Cuihua launched into a tirade: "What good are you? All you ever do is try to be a nice guy. This bicycle is mine. She used my bicycle, so what if I want something? What's the big deal about the little thing she gave me? She's so stingy."

Tang Wan glanced apologetically at Wang Yuqing. She no longer lowered her head and looked up. Instead, she took a few steps back, raised her head, and said coldly, "Mom, this bicycle is one I rode from my parents' home. It was bought for me by my family. This bicycle is mine. How did it become yours, and you can lend it to whomever you want?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuihua angrily pointed at her and said, "What are you saying? What do you mean 'it's yours'? You were the one who willingly humbled yourself to become my daughter-in-law, and even said you would treat me like your own mother. Now that you've entered my family, your things are mine. What do you mean 'your'?"

Tang Wan emphasized, "Mom, people should be reasonable!"

Zhang Cuihua felt she had lost face, and she flew into a rage: "You want to reason with me, huh? Fine, I'll reason with you right here today!"

The next second, she burst into tears, saying between sobs, "Then let me tell you why my son died. Have you forgotten how you encouraged my son to go to foreign aid? Have you forgotten how you caused my son's death? Have you forgotten what you said when you knelt in front of me?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Wan's expression instantly turned pained.

Zhang Cuihua continued to cry out, "My son, my precious son, when you died, there were no bones left, only a hat was sent back. You were so miserable. How are your father and I supposed to live now? Look at you, you left behind a vicious woman. What did she say about your mother? You were blind back then."

“She killed you. She came to our family voluntarily to make amends, but after only four years, she changed her mind and helped outsiders. She even said I was being unreasonable.”

She suddenly glared at Tang Wan with hatred: "If I were unreasonable, I should have strangled you to avenge my son. You are a murderer."

Tang Wan stood motionless, tears streaming silently down her face.

Wang Yuqing looked at Tang Wan and noticed an indescribable, immense bitterness on her thin face, especially in her eyes, which seemed devoid of any light, cloudy and dim.

Zhang Cuihua was still crying and cursing beside her: "You owe me, you owe my whole family, why isn't your bicycle mine? You owe my son's life, all the bicycles in your house, all the bicycles in the commune, are not worth as much as my son's life."

Seeing that Tang Wan remained silent, she grabbed Tang Wan's arm even more aggressively: "Didn't you want to reason with me? Come on, let's go home and reason with my son's portrait."

This was undoubtedly like taking a knife and slashing it viciously at Tang Wan's heart, slashing again and again.

Tang Wan was in extreme pain, her whole body was trembling, and her breathing seemed a little difficult, causing her to gasp for breath.

Zhang Cuihua didn't care about any of that. She grabbed her arm desperately and continued, "I want you to reason with me in front of my son. You want to reason with me? Look at his portrait and talk to me."

Wang Yuqing shouted, "Auntie, let her go, and I'll give it to you!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuihua paused, then quickly turned to look at Wang Yuqing: "Really?"

Wang Yuqing was a little annoyed: "Let her go first, and don't bring up your son's matter again, or you'll stab her in the heart."

Zhang Cuihua released Tang Wan's arm with disgust, wiped her hands on her clothes, and turned to Tang Wan with a grin, saying, "Five yuan, give it to me now and I'll go home."

"Five pieces is impossible!"

Wang Yuqing would never give her five yuan. She glared at Zhang Cuihua and said, "I think you know my temperament. I'm unreasonable, I don't care about feelings, I don't care about martial ethics. I can talk and I can fight. When I go crazy, I'll fight to the death."

Zhang Cuihua was startled and took a few steps back: "What do you mean?"

Wang Yuqing said, "Five yuan is impossible, but I can give you one yuan. However, after I give it to you, you are not allowed to mention this matter again, otherwise I will not give you a single cent."

She stepped forward and said, "If this gets out of hand, you'll be the one who loses face, not me. Even if I lose face, I don't care. I think you should care about your reputation, right?"

“Your son was a soldier who sacrificed his life. You two are now the surviving family members of a soldier, and you receive annual pensions and preferential treatment. During holidays, officials will also visit you.”

“If people find out that you are bullying your daughter-in-law and have the nerve to ask me for money, how will you face them? Many commune members are already unhappy about the preferential treatment your family receives every year... If you cause a scandal, everyone will be even more uncomfortable with this preferential treatment.”

“If you want one yuan, I’ll go in and get the money for you right away. You can push your bicycle back. If you don’t want it and keep causing trouble, then we’ll make sure everyone knows about it. Think about it.”