"Xiao Lei, you're threatening me? Have you forgotten your own surname? If your grandfather knew how you treated me, your father, and your clan, do you think he would still want to acknowledge you as his grandson?"

"My grandfather will only praise me for doing the right thing when he finds out."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Chieftain, I understand what you mean, but the plan is destined to fail. Go back, don't bother seeing me out."

The clan chief was furious. "Are you really going to stick to this path to the end? Aren't you afraid of being talked about behind your back later?"

"It's my business if people laugh at me or talk about me. It's none of your concern. I was talked about a lot when I was a child, and you never cared. Live your own life. Please go back."

The old man was furious, but he couldn't do anything about Xiao Lei.

Because of him, not only has Xiao Ping become a laughing stock in the village in recent years, but many people in the Xiao clan have also had a lot of opinions about him, all feeling that he handled Xiao Lei's matter improperly.

God knows that he actually disagreed with severing ties back then, and even tried to persuade Xiao Ping against it.

Who would have thought that this young man would turn around and become a live-in son-in-law, and even become more and more successful? He regretted it even more than they did, but unfortunately there is no medicine for regret in this world.

"The old scoundrel is gone?"

"He's gone. He talked a lot of nonsense. Don't let him in again."

"Okay, from now on, no one will be allowed in."

It's all just annoying stuff; he gets annoyed just looking at it.

Finally, the banquet at the Zhao Clan Ancestral Hall began. This time, no one else was invited except for a few families from the end of the village invited by Zhao Dashu. Everyone else was a member of the Zhao clan.

If one's own mother is seriously ill, it would be difficult to avoid criticism if one still holds a lavish celebration.

Zhao Dashu only paid for the banquet and didn't worry about anything else. If there's anything that's changed about Uncle, it's that he's become more like a decent person than before.

The old man isn't young anymore, is he?

He remembered that his eldest uncle was the eldest son in the family, and his father was the third son. His father had been gone for so many years, but his eldest uncle, although his hair was all white, still looked very healthy.

That's strange, has the old thing become a spirit?

Grandpa Qian's good health is due to his daughter, but why is his uncle doing so?

His three younger brothers had all passed away, leaving him all alone.

Zhao Dashu forcefully shook the water out of his head. He was sick. What was he thinking?

It's always better to be alive than dead.

"Uncle, thank you for your hard work. The banquet was very well organized."

Old Zhao stroked his snow-white beard, in a very good mood. As long as the person in question was happy, his hard work these past few days hadn't been in vain.

"Right, I think it's good too. Let's go in, there are quite a few relatives inside."

Zhao Dashu stepped inside, and Song Shi also led Zhao Xiaoyu to the group of women.

Today they are holding a banquet, and Zhao Zhaodi and Zhao Ruxin have also returned.

As soon as they arrived, the clan elder's wife offered them seats, saying, "Come, come, come here quickly."

Although she is of a high generation, she has nothing else besides her seniority.

Everyone stood up and bowed to Madam Song. Now that she was the wife of an official, it didn't seem unreasonable to ask them to kneel.

"Aunt, please sit down, I'll sit here."

Song took the seat that Wang had given up. Li, because of her son's matter, had arrived early but was not in a good state of mind, keeping her head down and seemingly lost in thought.

Everyone inside praised Mrs. Song, complimenting her on how well she maintained her appearance and how young she looked. They complimented her on her beautiful skin and how fortunate she was…

Zhao Xiaoyu was also praised extensively.

Zhao Zhaodi and Zhao Ruxin both stared intently at Zhao Xiaoyu. Over the years, they had not only become much rougher, but they had also visibly aged. Zhao Ruxin was alright; she hadn't done much work or worried about anything since getting married, and she looked alright, but she had completely lost her former charm and had become a typical village woman.

Zhao Zhaodi's life in her husband's family was not very pleasant. Not only was the work heavy, but she was also ostracized by her sisters-in-law and tormented by her mother-in-law. She not only became rough but also looked old, and she no longer had the domineering air she had when she was young.

Zhao Xiaoyu could tell at first glance that she was not doing well. She looked haggard and worn out. She was only in her early twenties, the prime of her life, but she seemed to have never been watered or cared for, and she looked withered.