"Qian Chunhua, don't be ungrateful!" Zhao Yongqiang stood up suddenly, pointed at Qian Chunhua, and said angrily, "You are very stubborn now. If you continue to be stubborn, we will separate!"
"Yes, if you don't agree, then we can split up!" Li Cuihong followed closely and echoed.
Split up the family? Split up the family, that's just the right thing to do. Qian Chunhua couldn't wait for it.
But he couldn't agree immediately, he had to make the couple think that he was afraid of separation.
"Why do you want to divide the family? Zhao Yong just left, and you want to kick us, an orphan and a widow, out of the house?" Qian Chunhua sneered.
"When Zhao Yongcai gave Gongzhong 70 taels of silver every year, why didn't you mention dividing the family? Don't even think about it now." Qian Chunhua said, his eyes full of sarcasm, looking around at everyone in the room.
"Qian Chunhua, don't say such nonsense. Over the years, the money that the second son has given to the public school is also to show his filial piety to us old people."
After Zhao Daqing finished speaking, he picked up the pipe again and prepared to fill it with tobacco leaves.
Seeing this, Qian Chunhua was furious and said angrily: "It's a tribute to you? You are so shameless that you want 70 taels of silver a year as tribute?"
Qian Chunhua paused and pointed at Zhao Yongqiang, "What about him? What did he give you as a gift?"
"And the third brother, what did he give as a filial gift? Old man, shouldn't you serve everyone equally?"
These words left everyone in the room speechless.
"How outrageous!" Zhao Daqing slammed the table, and the pipe in his hand made a crisp sound.
The pipe was bent by the knock. Zhao Daqing frowned in pain and hurriedly bent it with his hands.
Qian Chunhua didn't want to bother with them anymore, so he stood up and grabbed Zhao Qingyun's arm, "Let's go back to sleep."
She glanced at the smoke in the room with disgust and turned to leave.
Zhao Qingyun struggled slightly, but he couldn't break free due to Qian Chunhua's firm grip.
Just as they were about to step out of the main hall door, Qian Chunhua suddenly turned back and looked at everyone with a firm gaze, "Don't even think about adopting the child. This child is mine, and I will raise him myself."
As for dividing the family, you guys are dreaming. My husband just left, and you want to kick us out of the house? Impossible! "
After saying that, she took Zhao Qingyun and walked out of the main room without looking back.
Zhao Daqing was stunned by her words and was unable to react for a moment.
It was not until Qian Chunhua slammed the door of the main room that he woke up from his dream.
Zhao Daqing slammed the table, unable to suppress his anger. He glared at the departing second son's wife, his voice trembling with anger: "How dare you! How dare you!"
Despite his rage, he never dared to bang the pipe against the table again.
Qian Chunhua held Zhao Qingyun's hand tightly and pulled him into his room.
She sat down in front of Zhao Qingyun's desk, staring at the eight-year-old child with a sharp gaze. Anger surged in her heart. She could not imagine that the child she loved the most could be so ungrateful.
However, Qian Chunhua did not rush to draw conclusions. She decided to listen to the child's explanation first.
She tried to control her emotions and asked in a hard tone, "Tell me, what do you think?"
The rage burning in her chest made her voice sound unusually harsh.
She looked at the child in front of her, and felt sorry for her original self.
The child's living conditions were undoubtedly excellent. He lived in a fine elm wood bed and had a desk, which were bought specially for him by Zhao Yongcai from other places.
In order to give him a quiet study environment, the whole family squeezed into one room, and he was the only one who had an independent room.
However, it was such a child who expressed the idea of being adopted just two days after his parents passed away.
Qian Chunhua would rather believe that the child was deceived and threatened than believe that he was so cold-hearted.
She hoped this was just a misunderstanding, one that could be resolved.
"I...I..." Zhao Qingyun stammered, his eyes beginning to wander around.
Qian Chunhua frowned and stared at the boy.
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