Zhao Xiaochuan: "Mom, do you know why I come home so late every day? My dad is never home, he's always wandering around outside. Do you know why? As soon as he comes home, you start nagging endlessly. You feel uncomfortable with every chore you do, and you can't feel at ease unless you scold him a few times."
You're taking care of Xie Dan? Do you even believe that yourself? Can she recover properly in our home?
Mom, if I don't get married, will you stop cleaning and cooking? Why are you the only one who does more than my wife? It's not that she doesn't want to do anything, it's just that you can't stand anything she does, like she's a thorn in your side.
"The kids are the same. My wife disciplines them, but you spoil them. It's like a daily battleground. You get angry, and my wife gets angry too. Our house is like a graveyard, filled with resentment every day. Xie Dan's illness stems from anger."
"So you're implying that I'm the one who's wrong, that I'm the one who caused your wife's illness? Zhao Xiaochuan, do you have any conscience? I'm busy all day long, working myself to the bone with that bastard, isn't it all for your own good?" Tears streamed down Zhao's mother's face.
“We need your help, and only then will it have any effect. Xie Dan needs to take good care of herself. Once we find a place tomorrow, we’ll move out. Mom, you can relax a bit and live your own life.” Zhao Xiaochuan’s tone left no room for discussion.
"Fine, fine, you've blamed me for your wife's illness. I'm so tired I can't even get out of bed. Who cares about me? If you want to separate, then separate. And don't come back." Zhao's mother wiped away her tears. She was very worried about her daughter-in-law's illness, but she didn't want to separate the family.
Zhao Xiaochuan didn't say anything. He went out, quickly packed some clothes, and took Zhao Zishuo to Xie Dan's mother's house.
After Zhao Xiaochuan left, Zhao's mother sat on the bed and cried loudly. She had worked herself to the bone for most of her life and hadn't gotten anything good in return. Moreover, her daughter-in-law's illness was all blamed on her.
Zhao's father returned home around mealtime and heard his wife crying inside. His head throbbed with pain.
I walked around the house, but my son and his family weren't there, and the kitchen was empty.
Mr. Zhao's brow furrowed so deeply it could kill a fly. He walked into the house with his hands behind his back and asked impatiently, "What's wrong now?"
Zhao's mother cried until her voice was hoarse, "Your daughter-in-law is sick, and your son is coming back and wants to divide the family property. It's all my fault."
"Is she sick? What kind of illness? Where is Xie Dan?" Zhao's father asked three questions in a row.
"Your son said he has a tumor in his breast, but he doesn't know if it's benign or malignant."
Zhao's father's mind raced for a moment, "Isn't malignancy just cancer? Where is the person? Is he in the hospital or somewhere else?"
"I didn't ask," Zhao's mother said, still immersed in her grief.
"You didn't ask? Your daughter-in-law is in such a terrible situation, and you didn't ask? Are you even human?" Zhao's father was furious.
"Your son's return implies that I caused his illness. What else is there for me to ask? If anything happens to Xie Dan, I'll pay with my life. Are you satisfied now?" Zhao's mother roared hysterically.
“You’re always arguing and making a scene. You’re still making a scene now. You don’t know what’s important. It’s like you can’t live without your son. Why are you going to find a wife for your son? You can just stay with your son. You’ve ruined your son’s family. Are you happy now?” Father Zhao had wanted to separate for a long time. But this old woman was unwilling to separate from her son and insisted on staying together. He couldn’t get anything good out of her.
“You Zhao family are all heartless bastards! I’ve worked hard all my life, and who have I worked for?” Zhao’s mother wailed.
"For your own sake, who are you doing this for? Stop wailing. It's not you who's sick. What are you wailing for? Go and check on your daughter-in-law!" Zhao's father gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Why isn't it me who's sick! You'd be satisfied if I died, just let me die! I don't want to live anymore!" Zhao's mother pounded her chest, she was terrified. If Xie Dan really had cancer, her son and grandson would resent her for the rest of their lives.
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