Seeing her grandson's support, Mo Wenqiu seized every opportunity to criticize her daughter, saying urgently, "You've had this greedy and vain habit since you were little. I thought you'd get better as you grew up, but I didn't expect you to become even worse now that you're an adult."
Mo Wenqiu looked at Hao Zhenran apologetically. He felt sorry for marrying such a terrible daughter to him, causing him to have an unhappy life and not even be able to be with his true love openly.
Hao Zhenran was an exemplary son-in-law, even when his father-in-law made a mistake, he used it as a negative example to enlighten others. His merits are immeasurable; he shouldn't be reborn in the eighteenth level of hell.
What a wonderful son-in-law! He deserves a Best Son-in-Law Award!
Mo Wenqiu was deeply moved and choked up as he said, "I don't have a daughter named Mo Chuyu anymore, Zhenran, if you don't mind, please recognize me as your godfather!"
Upon hearing this, Hao Zhenran's eyes filled with tears, and he was overjoyed. He grabbed Mo Wenqiu's trouser leg and cried out, calling him "Dad."
Mo Wenqiu is getting old, and what she loves most is having her beloved son by her side. Now that her dream has come true, she can't help but sigh that heaven rewards those who persevere.
"Dad," Hao Zhenran said, crying.
“Son,” Mo Wenqiu answered, crying.
"Mom," Hao Zhenran said, turning his head and continuing to cry.
“Oh, my good son,” Wu Huihua cried as well.
What the heck?
The scene before her eyes was nauseating. Unable to bear it any longer, Ji Xiaoxiao picked up a porcelain bowl from the dining table and smashed it on the marble floor.
The porcelain shards clattered and scattered all over the ground.
The entire family reacted to the sound, each looking towards its source with a different expression.
"What are you doing? Disturbing our family time, is it because you can't see anyone else?" Hao Meini had just recovered some energy, but it was all wasted on a verbal argument.
Due to her severe injuries and lack of rest, Hao Meini was pale and on the verge of death, which provoked the kind-hearted Hao Zhenran. Hao Zhenran was furious, and in his anger for his daughter, he rushed in front of Ji Xiaoxiao and raised his foot to kick her.
Ji Xiaoxiao was not a weak woman who could not even kill a chicken. She did not dodge or flinch. Hao Zhenran's kick seemed to be advancing slowly in her eyes. She raised her foot high and then slammed it down, accurately stomping Hao Zhenran's leg under her foot.
"Ah!" Hao Zhenran cried out in pain, his scholarly, delicate face contorted into a pretzel shape.
Ji Xiaoxiao calmly and subtly rubbed her feet. Hao Zhenran was in excruciating pain, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Mo Wenqiu felt sorry for his son and yelled at Ji Xiaoxiao, "You bitch, let go of my foot! If anything happens to my son, I will never forgive you!"
Husband and wife are one, and Wu Huihua deeply sympathized with Mo Wenqiu's feelings. Heartbroken and burning with anxiety, she wished she could take his place, but how could an old woman like her possibly fight against a young and strong vile woman?
Wu Huihua's eyes darted around as she secretly selected her favorite hero to fight against the evil demon king.
Hao Kaiyou? No way, that's my own grandson.
Hao Meini? Even worse. With her injuries, she'd only be a hindrance at best.
That…….
Wu Huihua's gaze finally fell on the woman who had remained silent.
"Miss Wei, please plead with Mo Chuyu to release Zhenran. That child Zhenran has suffered so much," Wu Huihua said pitifully.
Watching the tigers fight from the sidelines is endlessly entertaining. Wei Mi, who was delighted, originally wanted to stay out of it, so she didn't say a word after Ji Xiaoxiao came in. However, the old woman Wu Huihua's words easily shattered her wishful thinking.
Wei Mi sighed inwardly. There are always gains and losses.
"Aunt Wu, I will definitely plead with my sister on her behalf." Wei Mi forced a smile.
Wu Huihua patted the table heavily and said "Good!"
Wei Mi had observed Ji Xiaoxiao's previous words and actions closely, thus forming a superficial understanding of her. Ji Xiaoxiao was the type who responded better to gentle persuasion than force; she was calm and composed in the face of adversity. Her family all sided with her, yet she remained indifferent. Wei Mi believed that Ji Xiaoxiao didn't care about Hao Zhenran and the others as much as she claimed. She was fine with begging and pleading, but if a fight broke out, her frail arms and legs wouldn't be as strong as a single finger.
Trembling with fear, Wei Mi still steeled herself and went ahead. To enter someone's home, you have to listen to them and lend a hand. If she stood by and did nothing, leaving a bad impression, who would want to marry a selfish woman?
Wei Mi shrank her neck, her trembling stopped, and a serene smile appeared on her face.
"Sister..." Wei Mi called out sweetly.
"Sister, you need a beating! Can't you see I'm busy?"
Mo Wenqiu had been trying to reason with Ji Xiaoxiao, but Ji Xiaoxiao had long been annoyed by the nagging. Wei Mi, oblivious to the danger, was courting death, and Ji Xiaoxiao's temper finally flared up.
---Aside---
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