"Enough! What kind of behavior is this, with the whole family arguing like this?" Zhao Cuifen's words were interrupted by a sudden shout. The one who interrupted her was none other than Old Man Zhao, Zhao Cuifen's biological father, who had been sitting in the house pretending not to be there.
Old Zhao came out of the house, and after scolding Zhao Cuifen, he looked at Old Lady Zhao with a dark face and said, "Your child isn't coming back, and you're thinking all the time. You keep nagging about how a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl. Now she's part of someone else's family, and she doesn't come back to see you for a year or two. You say you'd better not have a daughter, because once she's grown up, she'll marry into another family, and you won't know if it's good or bad. Even if you worry about her with all your heart, there's nothing you can do."
“Last night we heard that the Yun family’s house collapsed. Weren’t you so anxious that you almost grabbed a bag of rice and rushed over in the dark to see them? If we hadn’t stopped you, you might have broken your leg and be lying in the ditch waiting for us to rescue you.”
"We're back now, and you're suddenly acting all dramatic?"
"You're the one who broke your leg!" Old Mrs. Zhao's face was a little unnatural. She awkwardly turned her head, not even looking at Zhao Cuifen. She seemed to be arguing with herself, muttering to herself in a voice just loud enough for Zhao Cuifen to hear, "How could I not worry about that ungrateful little thing? Anyway, she doesn't care about me as her mother. I'll just pretend I don't have her as my daughter. Whether she's good or bad, what does it have to do with me?"
Her appearance, tone, and expression made her seem utterly hypocritical. If Zhao Cuifen herself weren't no saint, she would have almost believed it.
However, although Zhao Cuifen didn't believe it in her heart, she put on a complicated expression of believing it to be true.
There was no other reason than that since the old man had said that Old Lady Zhao was going to visit her overnight with a sack of rice, they couldn't just let her go back empty-handed, could they?
So, Zhao Cuifen deliberately tried to "explain" herself: "Is it that I don't want to go back to my parents' home? It's because those two old geezers from the Wang family were too ruthless back then. They practically ripped the Yun family off, and the second son of the Yun family still holds a grudge. He doesn't care whether the Wang family or someone else took the money; he just feels that since he's the one who's in debt, how can he let me off easy? I'm just a married woman; how can I not listen to my husband? He does whatever he says. If I dare to disobey, he'll slap me across the face, and that's the least of my worries. I don't even remember how many times he's beaten me until my head is bleeding."
At this point, Zhao Cuifen deliberately wiped her eyes, 'wiping away' the tears (which were not actually there), and continued, "If Yusheng weren't still young, and if it weren't for you all, I would have given up on life long ago."
"My son..." Old Mrs. Zhao burst into tears without even trying to squeeze out a few tears. She threw down the broom, went around the millstone, hugged Zhao Cuifen tightly, and started wailing. While wailing, she also slapped Zhao Cuifen a few times.
The strength was so great that Zhao Cuifen had to seriously consider whether she had done it on purpose. She couldn't openly punish her, so she seized this opportunity to strike.
Thinking about it, Zhao Cuifen shifted her body a few times, deliberately acting like she was 'sulking' as she said, "Weren't you going to kick me out? Why are you still hugging me?"
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