Yang Suxian took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa as if she were on her own kang (heated brick bed). Lü Jie frowned tightly, but dared not say anything.
"Stop talking nonsense to me. This burden is just like his mother. He's useless and doesn't look like he'll amount to anything. He doesn't resemble my son at all. He might end up like his short-lived mother."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Lü Jie with disdain.
"You can't even have children now, are you even a woman? There aren't many hens that don't lay eggs, how come our Xueyi happened to run into one?"
Yang Suxian shook her head helplessly, feeling that no one in the world was good enough for her son.
If it weren't for her son's willingness, she would never have let a widow into the house. It's said that there's a lot of gossip around a widow's house, but those rumors can't be entirely baseless.
"I won't say anything else. If it weren't for my son, where would you be living in such a nice house? Your top priority now is to give me a big, fat grandson as soon as possible, or don't blame me for being ruthless."
Although Shi Tou was also a member of their family, the child's personality was extremely withdrawn, especially as he grew older, he became more and more like his mother. His appearance was not pleasing, so Yang Suxian never treated him as her own child.
Over the years, she has a whole bunch of grandchildren of the same age as her, but she only has one grandson, Shitou. How could she not be anxious?
"Mom, this is something I can't do alone. You must be tired after such a long drive. Why don't you have some water and rest for a bit?"
Yang Suxian interrupted her righteously, "Don't give me this nonsense. When is Xueyi coming back?"
She came here with a mission.
In any case, she would stay until her second grandson was born before leaving.
Lü Jie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt a little irritated.
Every time this old woman came, she felt unwell all over and couldn't stop trembling. Especially when the two of them had a verbal exchange, she would feel dizzy.
“He always keeps his work matters confidential, as you know. How would I know when he’ll be back?”
Her fingers were digging uncontrollably into her palm, almost breaking the skin.
That old geezer is just here to annoy her.
Every time Yang Suxian left, she would vent all her emotions on the stone like a madwoman, as if only in this way could she come back to life.
But as time went on, her hysterical outbursts, which resembled those of a madwoman, frightened even herself. She didn't know why she was doing this, and she couldn't understand why she would harm a child.
But whenever she gets emotional, she doesn't care about anything else. If she doesn't have an outlet, she really will go crazy.
Stone was not very capable of resisting, and he always obeyed her. Boys are tough and thick-skinned, so it didn't matter if he was beaten a few more times. Over time, even the last bit of conscience she felt was extinguished.
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