"Alright, have you hit me enough?" Xia Qingqing grabbed the hand that Grandma Xia was using to hit her.
She knew that Old Lady Xia wanted to call her to see if she would agree to lend her the bicycle because she felt sorry for Xia Heping.
impossible.
She would never compromise. Once something like this happens, it will happen again. If she was controlled by Old Madam Xia this time, she would never be able to get rid of her again.
Grandma Xia was surprised that Xia Qingqing dared to hit her directly. Taking advantage of Xia Qingqing's force, she sat down on the ground: "Oh dear, my granddaughter dares to hit her grandmother. Is there no justice in this world?"
"Mom, please stop making a scene," Xia Heping said angrily to the old lady. If these two sentences from his mother got out, how could Qingqing ever face anyone again? Everyone would accuse Qingqing of being unfilial.
People value their reputation so much these days; it can affect their studies or their employment.
"You say I'm making a fuss? Xia Heping, you wretched brat, what use are you to me? I might as well have drowned you in the chamber pot when you were born," the old woman's voice was extremely shrill, making people's brains ache.
Then, she lay down on the ground like a coward: "If you don't lend me your bicycle today, I'll go out and spread the word that Xia Qingqing, that brat, beat her own grandmother, and I'll get the school to expel her."
Zhang Hongyan could no longer hold back. Hitting her own husband was one thing, after all, he was her own son, but daring to touch her daughter was stepping on her landmine.
He glared at Old Lady Xia and threatened, "Go ahead and try if you dare. If you dare to spout nonsense after you leave this door, I'll immediately take a knife and chop you up, then slit my own throat."
Grandma Xia shuddered as she lay on the ground. How could she have forgotten Zhang Hongyan, that wicked woman? She was mentally unstable and always threatened to kill herself. She had never seen anyone like Zhang Hongyan.
Grandma Xia felt overwhelmed with grief as she thought about how she was being completely controlled by her daughter-in-law, with her own son not helping her and her grandchildren watching the show. She lay on the ground and cried miserably.
"Waaaaah, my life is so miserable, why am I so unfortunate..."
If a woman in her sixties is crying and wailing in front of you, you'll inevitably feel sorry for her, especially if she's your mother.
Xia Heping squatted on the ground, his nose stinging, and said, "Mother, get up. It's your son's fault for being useless, but Qingqing bought this bicycle, and I really can't make the decision."
He knew that Qingqing might be willing to lend him the money if he asked, but he didn't want to use his position as her father to force her to do something she didn't want to do.
Xia Heping held his head helplessly. Having such a mother was his fate, and he couldn't blame anyone else.
Seeing his pained expression, Xia Qingqing felt a pang of pity, but it was impossible for her to agree to lend the bicycle to Xia Jiashun.
Zhang Hongyan sighed, went to her room and brought out a piece of cloth: "Alright, alright, stop wailing. We can't borrow a bicycle. Take this cloth and make new clothes for your precious grandson. Consider it a gift from Heping to you."
When Grandma Xia heard this, she secretly opened her eyes and took a look. She found that it was a piece of military green fabric with a very good color. This piece of fabric was the best for making clothes for Jia Shun.
Zhang Hongyan noticed her little trick and threatened her coldly, "I'll count to three. You get up right now, grab the cloth, and leave. Otherwise, not only will you lose the cloth, but I'll personally throw you out. Anyway, I don't need my reputation."
After considering for three seconds, Grandma Xia finally gave in, quickly got up, took the cloth from Zhang Hongyan's hand, and left.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to say to Xia Heping, who was squatting on the ground, "Second brother, you are a piece of my flesh, and that will never change no matter what."
Seeing that the person had finally left, Xia Qingqing released her ears. The old lady's crying sounded like a demonic noise, and if she listened any longer, she would go mad.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Xia Heping looked at Zhang Hongyan gratefully and said, "Wife, you are the best."
"Hehe, anyway, that piece of cloth was meant to make clothes for you. Now that the cloth has been given away, you don't need to make any clothes for yourself anymore," Zhang Hongyan sneered.
After saying that, he suddenly realized that he had been so focused on dealing with Old Mrs. Xia that he had forgotten to ask Xia Qingqing's opinion:
"Qingqing, this cloth was bought for your dad. Would you be unhappy if Mom gave it to the old lady?"
Xia Qingqing quickly shook her head: "No, that won't happen."
Getting rid of Old Lady Xia won't be easy; she won't give in without some bloodshed.
As Xia Heping's biological mother, she would come to their house every now and then to cry and complain, asking if they could live like this anymore.
She's my father's biological mother, after all. She gave birth to him and raised him. It's only right that we give her something as a token of our respect. But that's not enough.
Xia Heping looked at his wife with some grievance. So, the world where only he was injured had been achieved? He was actually looking forward to wearing new clothes.
But when he thought about how it was his mother who took the fabric, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Gou Dan went over and hugged his father's waist: "Dad, don't be sad."
He felt that his father was really pitiful, how could he have such a biological mother?
虽然他妈张红燕女士经常揍他屁股，但还是很爱他的，有好吃的也想着他，和爸爸对比起来，他简直太幸福了。
Holding his exceptionally affectionate youngest son, Xia Ping finally felt a sense of comfort.
At that moment, he had no idea what his son was thinking. If he had known, he probably wouldn't have been so moved.
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Grandma Xia happily hurried home with the brand-new piece of fabric in her hand.
Xia Jiashun waited at home for his grandmother to bring back good news, but when she returned, there was no sign of her bicycle.
Xia Jiashun asked unhappily, "Grandma, is Second Uncle unwilling to lend me his bicycle?"
He's my second uncle's own nephew! I never expected my seemingly honest and kind second uncle to be such a stingy person.
He had been thinking that if he could borrow a bicycle, he could go to the county and show it off to his friends, but now he has nothing left.
Grandma Xia proudly waved the cloth in her hand: "My dear grandson, although I couldn't borrow a bicycle, I got a piece of cloth from your second uncle's house. I'll make you new clothes tomorrow."
Xia Jiashun was so focused on the bicycle that he didn't even notice the cloth that Old Lady Xia was holding.
Looking at the pure military green fabric, a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face: "Grandma, the color of this fabric is quite nice. You have to make the clothes look good for me."
"No problem, don't you trust Grandma's cooking skills? I guarantee you won't be disappointed," Grandma Xia said, relieved to see her beloved grandson finally smile.
Fortunately, the second son's family still had some conscience. If they really didn't care about the old woman's life or death, then she would make everyone see the true colors of the second son and his wife.
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