"Who told you that? I'm going to tear your gossipy mouth apart! I'm going to let you know what it means to cause trouble with your mouth!" Her voice was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to pierce one's eardrums.
Aunt Tian was not to be outdone. She stepped forward fearlessly and said, "Isn't this an open secret? If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself." As she spoke, the two of them started to wrestle with each other, pulling and pushing each other, and the scene was in chaos.
Seeing this, several other family members immediately gathered around and tried to separate them.
Several people who were close to Aunt Tian tried to pull her away, saying earnestly, "Come on, Aunt Tian, don't argue with her. Let's go home together. This kind of person is unreasonable and impossible to communicate with!"
As they talked, they tried to lead Aunt Tian away from the crowd to prevent the conflict from escalating further. Aunt Tian looked at those people with a helpless expression on her face, but she was still slowly pulled away by them.
The crowd saw that Aunt Tian had left, leaving only Sister Zhang to perform a one-man show. There was nothing interesting to watch, so they all dispersed and went about their own business. However, facing the empty courtyard, Sister Zhang kept mumbling something.
Just then, Zhang's husband came home from work. Seeing his wife in such a state, he immediately understood what had happened. Without hesitation, he walked over, grabbed his wife's hand, and dragged her home.
But Zhang's sister-in-law couldn't swallow this humiliation. She refused to leave and simply sat on the ground and cried loudly.
She cursed loudly: "Old Zhang, you are a useless piece of shit! People have been riding on your wife's head and acting wildly, but you didn't vent my anger, instead you dragged me into the house! Are you still a man?"
Old Zhang knew his wife's temper well, but he couldn't lose it, so he could only endure it and pretend nothing had happened as he continued to drag her away.
But how could Mrs. Zhang bear this humiliation? She struggled to get up from the ground and punched Old Zhang.
Just then, their youngest son Junjun came home from school and suddenly appeared in front of them...
"Mom, stop hitting Dad. Come home!"
Old man Zhang realized that he had no dignity in front of his son. His face turned dark and he lowered his voice and shouted, "You, wife, cause trouble for me all day long. You have made the house a mess. I really can't stand it anymore. Let's get a divorce!" After that, he walked towards home without looking back.
When Mrs. Zhang heard her husband wanted to divorce her, she was immediately furious. She knew that a divorce would mean she would be penniless. She hurriedly chased him back, mumbling, "Why are you divorcing me? What did I do wrong?"
When Mrs. Zhang stumbled back home, she heard crying and fighting coming from her room.
It turned out that as soon as Old Man Zhang returned home, he started packing his things, while Mrs. Zhang hugged his thighs tightly and burst into tears.
At this moment, none of the family members who usually like to watch the excitement came out. After all, no one should interfere in such matters.
Not long after, Old Zhang packed his bags and prepared to leave. His steps seemed heavy, but his eyes were determined as he walked towards the gate of the yard.
Seeing this, Mrs. Zhang was filled with anger and grievance. She hurried out the door, trying to stop Old Zhang from leaving. However, when she reached the door, Old Zhang had already gone far away.
At this moment, Mrs. Zhang's heart wasn't so much in parting with Old Zhang as it was in his meager salary. She felt a blackness in front of her eyes, as if the whole world had lost its color. Then her legs gave way, and she fell heavily to the cold ground.
"You old man, you are doomed to die. You are struck by lightning. Never come back to this house." Her sharp and piercing curse echoed throughout the family compound.
At this time, a voice came from the gate of the family compound.
"Mom, what are you doing? I heard you cursing before I even walked in."
Following the voice, a gorgeously dressed girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked in from the gate of the courtyard.
This person was Zhang Wenwen, the second daughter of Mrs. Zhang. She was eighteen years old and dressed very fashionably, with a pair of long bell-bottom pants that dragged directly on the ground.
After graduating from junior high school, she started working at a department store in the city. Because she was pretty, many people pursued her, so she changed boyfriends one after another, but none of the people she dated had a proper job.
Mrs. Zhang was obsessed with finding a rich husband, so she was not satisfied with the men her daughter brought home. She thought they were all poor and useless men who were not worthy of her precious daughter.
She believed that only a rich and powerful man could bring her and her daughter a happy life. However, her daughter disagreed with her mother's point of view. She believed that being able to eat, drink and have fun together was enough. Therefore, the mother and daughter often quarreled over this matter and sometimes even fought.
At this moment, Zhang Wenwen, carrying a bag, slowly walked up to her mother. Seeing her mother's disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and tear-stained face, she showed no surprise or panic, as if all this had become familiar and commonplace.
She frowned slightly and asked in a calm tone, "What's going on between you and my dad?" It seemed that she was used to the quarrels and conflicts between her parents and no longer had any expectations.
When Mrs. Zhang saw her daughter, she grabbed Zhang Wenwen's hand tightly as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and asked anxiously: "Have you seen your father?" Her voice trembled with a hint of despair.
Wenwen looked at her mother, nodded, and replied softly, "I saw it."
Mrs. Zhang's eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. She asked anxiously, "Then why didn't you hold your father back? Why did you let him go?" Her tone was full of blame and disappointment.
Wenwen frowned and said in confusion, "Why should I pull him in? He should go out for a few days to cool down. Maybe it will be a good thing for everyone." She tried to explain her thoughts, but was interrupted by her mother.
Mrs. Zhang widened her eyes and cursed angrily: "You, you idiot! Do you know? Your father is really going to divorce me this time! If he leaves, what will our family eat and drink? The money you earn goes to support that scoundrel, and you don't bring a penny home. You even eat and drink for free at home. Why are you so disobedient? Where can you put your mother's face?" Her voice was full of despair and helplessness, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Zhang Wenwen said with a nonchalant look, "It's not that hard to deal with! It's your own face, so you can put it where you want. Okay? You're always looking for trouble, it's not as serious as you say."
Mrs. Zhang was furious when she heard her daughter say this. She said, "With your father gone, the sky is falling on our family. You, you..."
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