Huang Mancang's face twitched, and he swung his fist at the people inside the room a few times. Huang Xiaoqiang, who was behind him, looked puzzled and asked, "Dad, what are you hitting? There's no one at the door."
Huang Mancang was taken aback, quickly turned his head and glared at him, then carefully turned his body to the side, pressed his ear against the door, and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard no movement inside.
The next second, he appeared next to Huang Xiaoqiang, slapped him hard, and scolded him in a low voice, "Do you want to get your father killed?!"
Huang Xiaoqiang looked at him speechlessly, "What are you afraid of? Honestly, do you think Mom is going to jump out and beat you up?"
Huang Mancang's eyes drooped, looking slightly speechless. Huang Xiaoqiang glanced at his face, unconsciously touched his own face, and quietly moved closer to his father.
"Dad, do you think Mom is possessed by a ghost? Is the Mom we know now completely different from the Mom we used to be?"
In the past, Grandma Wu cared for her sons very much, feeding them and providing them with clean clothes to change into. They didn't have to worry about anything, and she also made silent sacrifices for their father.
How come you seem like a completely different person today?
It's one thing for her to beat up her father, but Huang Mancang also keeps hitting her. They, as his sons, haven't provoked him, so why are they being beaten up too?
Huang Mancang froze, Huang Xiaoguo's words echoing in his mind, "That's right!" A dark light flashed in his eyes.
Huang Xiaoqiang wanted to say something, but Huang Mancang pinched his mouth shut, "Alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow, go to sleep now."
After saying that, he swaggered into Huang Xiaoqiang's room with his hands behind his back, comfortably crawled into bed, and closed his eyes.
Huang Xiaoqiang was taken aback. Where was he sleeping?
The next morning, the sunlight streamed down onto the bed, and the neatly folded quilt was perfectly hidden under a square floral cloth.
Grandma Wu changed into a military green suit and neatly tucked her smooth, short hair behind her ears, making her look clean and neat.
Stepping out of the room, it was quiet except for the faint sound of snoring. Old Mrs. Wu frowned and, through the paper window, saw Wang Huijun's busy figure in the small kitchen set up outside.
Turning around, I went to the eldest brother's family's house. It was called a house, but it was just a space separated by a cardboard partition, with bunk beds set up inside.
The redness and swelling on Huang Xiaoguo's face had subsided considerably after a night's rest, and drool remained on his pillowcase.
A look of disgust flashed across Old Mrs. Wu's face. She raised her hand and quickly slapped him across the face.
Huang Xiaoguo was dreaming of becoming the factory director, with hundreds of people fawning over him, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his face. Startled, he immediately sat up abruptly. After a brief moment of confusion, he recognized Old Lady Wu, and his lips trembled.
"Mom, why did you hit me so early in the morning? I didn't do anything to you."
Grandma Wu, expressionless, put her reddened palms behind her back. "Are you still half asleep? I didn't hit you."
Huang Xiaoguo was taken aback. "You didn't hit me? Then why is my face burning?"
"It's hot, maybe you were bitten by mosquitoes and you fanned yourself."
"Is... is it?"
Huang Xiaoguo looked at Old Lady Wu with suspicion, "But I've never done this before."
Old Mrs. Wu's brow twitched, and she gritted her teeth, "What nonsense! I've never hit you before, but I'll still hit you now!"
Huang Xiaoguo blinked and said, "Oh, right."
Old Mrs. Wu took a deep breath and quickly turned around. "Get up quickly, don't forget what I told you to do last night!" After saying that, she left. She was really afraid that if she looked at her stupid son any longer, she would be unable to help but slap him again.
Hearing this from not far away, Huang Xiaomin got up and dressed before Old Lady Wu could even enter the room.
"Mom, I've been thinking about it. That's why I got up early and was just about to go find my older brother."
Old Mrs. Wu lowered her eyes, speechless, and pursed her lips. If Huang Xiaomin had wiped the dry, chapped saliva from the corners of his mouth, his words might have been more convincing.
Huang Xiaomin followed Wu's gaze, and when he raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, he was stunned. He then gave Wu a somewhat embarrassed smile.
Seeing that he was more perceptive than the eldest son, Old Lady Wu didn't say anything.
Just then, Wang Huijun brought in the prepared breakfast. Seeing Huang Xiaomin standing on the ground, she smiled gently and said, "Third brother, you're up. Breakfast is ready. Let's wake up your wife and eat together."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xiaoguo, who had already washed up, came in. He glanced at Old Lady Wu, paused, and stepped forward to take the porridge bowl from Wang Huijun's hand. "I'll take it."
People gradually got up. Old Mrs. Wu looked around but didn't see Huang Xiaofu. She frowned, thinking of his love-struck nature, and was speechless.
When love takes over, intelligence plummets.
Miao's mother was a snob and only cared about profit. She could get benefits from her second son in the past, which is why Miao Fengying neither refused nor agreed to continue getting along with him.
She currently controls the majority of Huang Xiaomin's salary, and once she can no longer get anything out of him, she'll be giving him the cold shoulder.
Miao Fengying has a beautiful appearance, but she is not a good person. The second son is infatuated with her and does not understand. No matter what others say, it is useless. Only she can realize it herself.
In her past life, she interfered, causing the two to not get together, and the second son hated her for the rest of his life.
This time, she let go and let them see how their story ends.
As soon as she snapped out of her thoughts, she saw Huang Xiaoguo staring at her expectantly. Grandma Wu looked bewildered. "What? Want to get a beating?"
Huang Xiaoguo sighed inwardly, then took the bowl and chopsticks from Wang Huijun and placed them on the table in front of her.
When Grandma Wu saw this, she realized that he was waiting for praise. She didn't look at him, but instead said to Li Jin'e, "Although we don't cook lunch, we still have a meal in the morning. From now on, you and your sister-in-law will take turns cooking."
Li Jin'e was dissatisfied. After Huang Xiaomin's comforting words last night, she had forgotten about what happened last night. She pouted and complained, "Why doesn't Mom have to do it? We're all women, but only my sister-in-law and I? It's not fair!"
Grandma Wu looked at her in surprise, her eyes glancing at Huang Xiaomin, who was silently drinking his porridge, and she smirked, "Why don't I have to do it?"
"Just talk about how much money I make! Just talk about how I earn the most in this family!"
Now, besides her and Huang Mancang who have jobs, there's also Huang Xiaofu. Neither of them can bring their full salary home to her every month.
Thinking of this, Old Lady Wu glared fiercely at Huang Mancang, who was secretly shifting his position, and said, "From now on, you'll hand over every penny of your salary, or else you'll be in big trouble!"
Before Huang Mancang could finish nodding, Old Lady Wu got up, walked up to Huang Xiaomin, and slapped him across the face.
"They say you should discipline your wife behind her back. If you can't control your wife in the future... you'll be held accountable! If she says anything wrong, you'll get slapped."
Old Mrs. Wu snorted coldly, picked up her handbag, and left.
They're so spoiled!
The handprint on Huang Xiaomin's face quickly appeared, and Li Jin'e, feeling sorry for him, gently blew on it, saying, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
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