Chapter 289: Who am I? You don’t recognize me?
Before Zhou Ling finished her words, the old woman Leng screamed guiltily.
"Stop talking nonsense in my house. Leave now, or I'll call for help..."
Zhou Ling was about to speak, but Zhou Yong stopped her.
He sneered and said, "Call for help? Do you need us to help you?"
The cold old woman raised her hand and pushed the frame of her glasses on her nose. She looked at Zhou Yong carefully and her expression suddenly changed.
"Zhou Yong, you bastard, I'm going to fight you..."
After Zhou Yong rescued Zhou Xia, Cheng Zhigang not only demanded back the money he had used to buy Zhou Xia, but also sent people to smash Leng's house and beat the mother and son.
It was because of that beating that Old Lady Leng's son was left with hidden injuries in his body. Even after spending all her family wealth, she still couldn't save her son's life. In the end, Old Lady Leng lost both her wealth and her life.
Old Lady Leng knew very well that the culprit was Cheng Zhigang. However, she did not dare to seek revenge on Cheng Zhigang, but instead put all the blame on Zhou Yong.
Because in the opinion of old lady Leng, if Zhou Yong had not meddled in their affairs, Cheng Zhigang would not have brought people to bring trouble to them and their son. If she and her son had not been beaten, her son would not have died at a young age.
After hearing what the old woman Leng said, Zhou Yong couldn't help but sneer, "How dare you still have the nerve to talk to me about what happened back then?
If you and your son had not committed so many evil things and bullied the weak and feared the strong, would your son have died? I can only say that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil. It’s not that there is no retribution but the time has not come…”
But the cold old woman said, "You are making up stories. If it weren't for you, how could my son die?"
Zhou Yong's eyes were filled with sarcasm: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, the one who killed your son was Cheng Cripple, not me, Zhou Yong..."
He just saved Zhou Xia and didn't do anything to the Leng family.
What does Cheng Zhigang's trouble with them have to do with Zhou Yong?
To put it bluntly, if the Leng family had not favored boys over girls and been greedy, they would not have ended up in this situation today.
The old woman Leng refused to admit that she was wrong, and she picked up a pillow and threw it at Zhou Yong weakly.
Zhou Yong didn't move. The pillow thrown by the cold old woman fell on the edge of the kang with a thud.
Seeing this, the cold old woman came to the edge of the kang coughing, as if she was going to fight Zhou Yong to the death.
Because she was exhausted, she gasped for breath without moving her body a few times, and it was obvious that she was terminally ill.
Zhou Yong looked at Old Lady Leng and thought: No wonder Old Lady Leng has never gone to Huaixi Village to look for the sisters Lengyue and Lengqiu, it turns out she is sick.
"Get out of here."
The cold old woman was gasping for breath, and looking at her posture, it seemed like she might die at any moment!
Zhou Xia went up and grabbed Old Lady Leng by the collar: "Tell me who did you sell Leng Shuang and Leng Xue to."
The cold old woman wore reading glasses and stared at Zhou Xia, only to feel that her voice was extremely familiar.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Xia sneered: "You can't even recognize who I am?"
Her words filled the old woman's eyes with bewilderment and confusion, as if she couldn't understand what Zhou Xia said.
Zhou Yong frowned immediately when he saw this scene, walked forward quickly, and gently pressed down Zhou Xia's hand that was tightly grasping the collar of the cold old woman.
"Let go."
Old lady Leng was so weak and dying that she couldn't stand Zhou Xia's rough pulling.
Zhou Yong knew very well that if he continued to allow Zhou Xia's behavior, the old lady Leng would not be able to bear it and might even die.
In that case, Zhou Xia would most likely be charged with murder, which was absolutely not worth it.
Although Zhou Yong didn't say it clearly, Zhou Xia understood what her elder brother was hinting at.
Although she was unwilling, she still let go of the cold old woman's collar.
"You don't even know who I am? It seems you are really old."
The cold old woman was staring at Zhou Xia, and gradually her eyes widened.
"You jinx, you're still alive? I'm going to make you pay for my son's life..."
The cold old woman pounced at Zhou Xia with fangs and claws, and the next second she pushed Zhou Xia to the kang.
"How dare you hit me? Where is justice? If a daughter-in-law hits her mother-in-law, she will be struck by lightning..."
Zhou Xia looked at the cold old woman who kept cursing her and sneered: "Even if the sky is struck by five thunderbolts, with you in front of me, the thunder god will never strike me first..."
"you?"
Zhou Xia was too lazy to talk nonsense with her and just stated her purpose directly.
The cold old woman simply broke off relations with the three siblings of the Zhou family, claiming that she had sold the child, but she would never tell Zhou Xia the whereabouts of the child.
Zhou Xia sighed: "I came here to find my daughter, but I just wanted psychological comfort. After all, the child is your Leng family's blood. If you can be so cruel as to sell your granddaughter, why should I be reluctant..."
The cold old woman looked at Zhou Xia who was speaking calmly, blinked her cloudy eyes, and said angrily: "Do you think I can tell you the whereabouts of the child if you say that? Don't dream, this trick won't work on me."
Zhou Xia straightened her clothes, her eyes full of mockery: "Don't be so self-righteous, do you really think you are an omnipotent female Zhuge Liang?
I tell you clearly that I am only here to go through the motions so that I won’t regret it in the future.
Since you don’t want to tell me, that’s just what I want. If I find the children, I’m not sure whether my man can accept them…”
The old woman Leng pointed at Zhou Xia and said, "You bitch, you are my Leng family's daughter-in-law, who allowed you to remarry?"
Zhou Xia said with disdain: "Your son and I have not registered. Legally speaking, we are not husband and wife, so I am free to marry."
The cold old woman pointed at Zhou Xia, panting: "How can you say such a thing? You are so shameless."
Zhou Xia shrugged her shoulders and said, "You can say whatever you want. Since you don't want to say it, then you can take the secret into the coffin.
When you see your son in the underworld, don’t forget to tell him that you sold his daughters. From now on, you will be a poor mother and son in the underworld, and no one will burn paper for you at your graves during festivals…”
Following Zhou Xia's words, the cold old woman was stunned.
Given the current situation in the Leng family, if Old Lady Leng died now, there would be no one to arrange her funeral, let alone burn paper and visit her grave during festivals in the future.
The cold old woman blinked her eyes, which were neither big nor small, and her mood was turbulent.
The reason why she kept the two sisters Lengyue and Lengqiu was, firstly, that they would have the labor force, secondly, that they would be able to get married if she kept them for a few more years, and thirdly, that someone would be able to worship her after her death.
However, Leng Yue and Leng Qiu ran away from home and disappeared, and Leng Shuang and Leng Xue were sold by her. If she were to die in the future, she would not only be unable to face her own sons, but would also have no face to face the ancestors of the Leng family.
All these things flashed through the mind of the old woman Leng. She looked at Zhou Xia, who was dressed elegantly and fashionably, and almost broke her few remaining teeth.
"You want to live a carefree life? I won't let you do that. I will tell you the whereabouts of the child right now..."
Zhou Ling listened to what the cold old woman said, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. She couldn't help but look at Zhou Yong, thinking: Big brother's provocation is still effective.
When Zhou Yong came, he knew that Old Lady Leng would not easily tell Zhou Xia the whereabouts of the child, so he thought of a plan for his sister.
Otherwise, given the old woman's temper, she would never tell them the whereabouts of their child.
But as the cold old woman spoke, Zhou Yong gradually frowned, Zhou Xia's face turned pale, and Zhou Ling's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com