"Outrageous!" Old Mrs. Ding was furious to see Ding Huizhu standing there like a block of wood, not standing up for the Ding family.
As expected of a woman who married out of the family, after becoming the wife of the Xie family, she has almost forgotten that her surname is Ding, and actually allows outsiders to bully the Ding family like this.
Overcome with rage, Old Mrs. Ding reached out and pinched Ding Huizhu hard, "Are you just going to let others bully your family on your turf?"
Ding Huizhu parted her lips, wanting to explain, "Mom, I..."
She felt somewhat ashamed, as her parents, brothers, and other family members had always treated her very well, and she had always trusted and been filial to them.
She was caught off guard by the occasion and didn't know how to explain herself.
"Useless thing!" Old Mrs. Ding had already turned her face away, too lazy to pay attention to her.
He turned his head and gave Xie Li a look of utter contempt, "You ungrateful bastard, do you even know that you still have half the blood of the Ding family flowing in your veins? Now that you've climbed up the social ladder, you dare to disown the Ding family?"
"You're just a junior, what right do you have to disrespect your elders! Don't you have any manners or upbringing?!"
"What do you think you can say about what your elders want to do? Don't you know why the Ding family doesn't acknowledge you? Instead of reflecting on your actions, you're still arrogant and smug. You're truly hopeless, not even as good as one of Ziyuan's fingers!"
It was rare for Grandma Ding to speak so much, and she was panting heavily and exhausted after she finished.
Xie Ziyuan supported her and gently patted her chest to help her catch her breath; she was indeed very filial.
Xu Zhen had certainly learned something new. "Madam Ding..."
Mrs. Ding said sternly, "Mr. Xu, this is my family matter and has nothing to do with you. Please watch your words."
She felt that as an elder, and having given Xu Zhen plenty of face in her words, the other party shouldn't be ungrateful.
Xu Zhen glanced at the proud and aloof Old Mrs. Ding and finally understood who Xie Ziyuan, this fake heiress, resembled in her hypocritical indifference.
"Madam Ding," Xu Zhen paused, "Oh, no, just because I call you Madam Ding, you really think you're something special?"
He loosened his tie, exuding a wild aura: "Old hag, who do you think you are, daring to yell at the heir of the Xu family?"
"I see that the upbringing of your scholarly Ding family is nothing more than this. You are not qualified to act as an elder in our Xu family!"
“Yes, not qualified!” Xu Zhen’s bodyguards chimed in with smiles.
Old Mrs. Ding was so angry she almost fell backwards. "You, you're unreasonable, a scoundrel from the streets!"
Xu Zhen's appearance couldn't really be described as that of a street ruffian; at least he was always smiling and always managed to put on a refined air when wearing a suit.
But Old Mrs. Ding was different; her face turned bright red, and she looked fierce but weak inside, clearly enraged.
Xu Zhen scoffed lightly: "You're just acting like an old woman, a shrew from the streets."
Grandma Ding clutched her chest, looking as if she was about to explode with anger.
Xu Zhen: "Oh, old man, don't pretend to be dizzy. If you do, I won't be polite to you."
Grandma Ding had originally had this idea, but upon hearing this, she felt a lump in her throat and was determined to make up for it.
She didn't dare to confront Xu Zhen directly. In her excitement, she tried to pinch Ding Huizhu, but when she reached out and pinched her, she realized she had pinched the wrong person—Xie Ziyuan.
Ding Huizhu had just tried to help the old lady Ding up, but the old lady was angry and shoved her hard, so she could only stand further away.
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