Huang Zhong immediately denied it, "How is that possible? She's my cousin!"
Mrs. Du heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, that's good. If you and Fangfang really had that affair, how would I face my family? How would you face your grandmother's relatives?"
Mrs. Du died because she believed in her son unconditionally.
Huang Zhong then began to feel the pain and distress brought by the rumors, but what he brought to Xia Ruzheng was a thousand times more serious than this, simply because he was a man and Xia Ruzheng was a girl.
Yes, this society is much more tolerant of men than women.
"Don't worry, I know my limits. But we can't let others talk nonsense about this matter. We have to explain it clearly to my brother-in-law to avoid misunderstandings and make things difficult for relatives."
"Yes, yes, we must make it clear to Hongwei. We are relatives, and relatives are closer than outsiders. How can we listen to outsiders' nonsense?"
Mrs. Du had been a gossipmonger throughout her life, throwing mud at others countless times, and this time she was furious. As a widow, she knew the power of gossip, which was why she was as anxious as a loach in boiling water.
Huang Zhong took Du to Haoer Village. As an elder, Du could say some things more conveniently and effectively than Huang Zhong.
When others saw the mother and son going to Haoer Village, they turned around and whispered to each other, wondering if they were going to Haoer Village to admit their mistake.
Faced with everyone's strange looks, Huang Zhong felt as if his whole body was covered with cockleburs and felt very uncomfortable. He thought hatefully in his heart that if he knew who had spread such words, he would definitely kill that person!
This is a typical double standard: it is okay to slander others, but it is not okay for others to point out their ugly deeds.
When they arrived at Haoer Village, Yang Hongwei was not at home. His father was watering the vegetable garden in front, and his mother was cutting grass for the pigs. Huang's niece, Yang's wife, Du Fang, was like a little wife, trotting with her head down, not even daring to breathe. Whenever Yang Hongwei's mother called her for something, she would go there in a flash.
Seeing the Huang family mother and son, Yang Hongwei's mother chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board, spat, and turned to go into the house.
Mrs. Du hurriedly followed: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law is so lucky, healthy, and her son and daughter-in-law are sensible and capable..."
Yang Hongwei's mother, Zhang, snorted and said, "You're not as lucky as me. My son is quite capable."
Well, it seems that this rumor has spread to Haoer Village. This is a rumor among the people of Haoer Village, and it is of course more sensitive here.
Mrs. Du followed behind. When the other person sat down on a chair, she also dragged a chair and sat down next to Mrs. Zhang, saying, "Look at what my mother-in-law said. If my life was half as good as yours, I wouldn't have died so early, leaving us orphans and widows in this world..."
This is a widow's right, to cry for her dead husband and gain sympathy.
But how could Yang Hongwei's mother be such a pushover? Zhang interrupted, "I have to listen to you cry every year. Do you think it's fun? Brother Huang is such a good man. He must have been pissed off by a woman like you!"
Mrs. Du was so choked that she couldn't speak. It was like tearing open her wounds and rubbing salt into them. Life is so difficult for a widow whose husband has died.
Zhang continued, "Don't call me mother-in-law or mother-in-law. I don't have a daughter to marry into your family. I wouldn't want your daughter either. They're all slutty and it would be a misfortune for our family if I took her."
Mrs. Du was practically going mad. Over the years, she had relied on her widowhood and her ability to act like a spoiled brat to fight countless wives and mothers-in-law, and she had almost never lost. Now she wanted to use all her skills, but her family had come to negotiate peace. If she did that, she would have no hope of keeping this relative in the future.
Just as Mrs. Du was about to say something, Yang Hongwei's father, also known as Yang Baman, came in with a bucket of water on his shoulder. Huang Zhong wanted to rush to help him get it, but he failed.
Yang Baman's attitude was even worse than Zhang's. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "Why did you let him in? You're not allowed to dirty my floor!"
The mother and son felt their faces burning with anger. These words were like a loud slap in the face!
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