Chapter 11 Do you really want to be buried quickly?

No matter what, the incident happened in their yard, and it was a child, so it was reasonable to show some concern.

Jiang Sulan told the maid beside her to call for a doctor, and she went over to comfort him in person: "Brother Heng, don't cry, the doctor is on the way."

She said comforting words, but her heart was full of impatience.

Brother Heng ignored her and continued to cry.

Children's voices are already shrill, and the deliberately amplified volume makes people frown unconsciously.

Seeing this, the mother-in-law who was coaxing him said in a stern tone: "Miss, please stop making trouble. It's almost healed. Look at this. You might as well take care of the servants in your yard. How do you serve people? Seeing the young master fall down and not knowing how to catch him, if it happened in our yard earlier, they would have been sold."

The maids trembled one by one when they heard this. The mother-in-law looked around and saw Jiang Zhiyu at the door rolling her eyes, then she withdrew her gaze with satisfaction.

She muttered in her mouth: "With such a master with a bad reputation, it's no wonder that the yard is full of these people."

Jiang Sulan's face was gloomy, but because she was from her second uncle's side, and Heng Ge's incident was indeed in their yard, she could only endure it.

[Damn, how many years has this mouth been pickled to make it so tasty?]

Jiang Sulan: "..."

Just as the corners of her mouth turned up, she saw Jiang Zhiyu rushing over angrily and kicking the squatting mother-in-law away.

He really kicked her away, with both feet off the ground.

It was as if time had stopped, everyone was stunned in place, and their expressions were particularly similar. Even Brother Heng, who had been crying, blinked to stop crying, and his eyes were narrowed into slits with fear.

After being kicked away, the mother-in-law rolled twice before stopping. Fortunately, she had a lot of fat and Jiang Zhiyu held back, so she was still able to speak, and just spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"See?" Jiang Zhiyu kicked off her shoes, and Zhuying immediately brought her new shoes to change into. As she put them on, she said, "If a dog bites me, do I have to bite it? I can just kick it away."

Jiang Sulan: "Puchi."

With her lead, the maids also laughed, looking at Hengge and mother-in-law with contempt.

Stimulated by the laughter and the fear of seeing her own blood, mother-in-law lost her mind. She pointed at Jiang Zhiyu tremblingly: "You, you uneducated thing, I will report to the prime minister and let him discipline you." She

didn't say this like a servant, but like the old lady of the Jiang family.

Outside the courtyard, everyone's eyes were on Jiang Jianjin.

Without the master's instruction, they didn't believe that an old servant would dare to say such a rebellious thing.

Jiang Jianjin's forehead was covered with sweat, and he bowed repeatedly: "Mother, third brother, you know that I don't have any ability. I am very grateful to third brother for taking me in. How could it be possible..." He cursed his mother-in-law a thousand times in his heart.

[It should be here, right? ]

Who has arrived? Jiang Sulan was wondering when she saw a group of people walking in.

The leader was old lady Jiang, who was dressed luxuriously, had a plump figure, and a graceful face.

On her left, bending over was Jiang Jianjin, who was thin, with long and thin eyes under thick eyebrows, and his black eyeballs rolled around like abacus beads.

[It's here, is this the last straw that breaks the camel's back for the cannon fodder family? Sure enough, it's sarcastic. ]

Jiang Zhaorong, Jiang Sulan: "..."

What is she talking about?

The doctor following them hurried to check on Brother Heng. The others were shocked to see the blood on the child's face and the obvious big bump. They looked at the doctor nervously. For a moment, no one cared about the mother-in-law who fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhiyu stood next to Jiang Sulan, and heart sounds poured into Jiang Sulan's ears continuously.

[What are you checking? She just fell down. It looks scary.]

[No one cares about this mother-in-law? Hahaha, she deserves it. But Jiang Jianjin acted well. He was so anxious, just like his own child.]

Jiang Zhaorong:!!!

Jiang Sulan:???

No, isn't Brother Heng the second uncle's biological child?

[But Jiang Jianjin is really patient. He caught his wife having an affair with someone else. He pretended to be ignorant and raised the child even though he knew it was not his, just to please the old lady. If he used his patience in the right way, he would have a bright future.]

Jiang Zhiyu sighed, while Jiang Zhaorong and Jiang Sulan's CPUs were burning.

How much information is hidden in this short sentence!

Jiang Jianjin's first wife was Gao, the daughter of Gao Hong, the Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple. She was known for her virtue, but she would do such a shameful thing as having an affair with someone.

Jiang Jianjin had been married for many years and had several concubines, but none of them had any children. Hengge was the only one, and it was a son. The old lady was very happy.

But, the only grandson she liked was not the blood of their Jiang family.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaorong suddenly felt happy. He

didn't know why, even though he was the best among the brothers and treated the old lady with great respect, the old lady still gradually left him. His children were not loved by the old lady. Even Song Shiwei, his adopted daughter, could call her grandmother, but his own children could only call her old lady...

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes moved slightly, ignoring the strange feelings in his heart, waiting for the old lady to scold him and defend her two daughters.

Sure enough, watching the little fat boy's tears falling drop by drop, the old lady felt so distressed that she scolded Jiang Sulan and Jiang Zhiyu.

"How do you discipline your servants? Wouldn't you hold Brother Heng back when he wants to crawl? He is young and ignorant, aren't you ignorant too?"

Jiang Sulan had long been accustomed to the old lady's double-standard attitude. Upon hearing this, she lowered her head and replied respectfully, "That's what the old lady taught me."

The old lady nodded and her eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu who was silent on the side. She had heard from the maid that it was she who didn't let the servants hold Brother Heng back.

The old lady had no good face for this granddaughter who brought shame to the prime minister's family: "It's true that she has grown too big to be kept. She hasn't even gotten married yet, but she's already harboring the intention of harming others. I think if she marries into her husband's family, she'll be divorced within a year."

These words were heartbreaking to a daughter. Jiang Zhaorong's face suddenly changed, and Jiang Sulan also looked at the old lady in surprise. The only ones who were happy were the fake father and son.

Jiang Zhiyu also saw the little fat boy secretly making a face at her.

Frankly speaking, what Old Lady Jiang said was not offensive to Jiang Zhiyu at all. Jiang Zhiyu was more puzzled as to why someone would like to be called an old lady?

[Isn't it better to be called an old lady the younger you are? Do you really want to be buried as soon as possible?]

Jiang Sulan: "..."

No, I have to hold back my laughter. Now is not the time to laugh!