Chapter 1748: To Put It Plainly, He Is a Selfish Person

Zheng's mother saw her second son's face as dark as ink and feared he would explode right then: "Second son, let's discuss whatever it is when we get back home; just treat this as your mother begging you."

Zheng the clerk, seeing they had all spoken thus, barely suppressed the fire in his heart, glared at his good-for-nothing nephew, and said in a deep voice: "Go home."

After arriving home, he could no longer suppress the fire in his heart and directly smashed the enamel mug on the table.

This act startled the grandmother and grandson who had followed him back.

Zheng's mother, who usually used this enamel mug to drink water, seeing it now dented in one spot, said heartbrokenly: "Second son, if there's a matter, speak of it; why smash things? If you don't want us here, then I'll pack my things and take Hongping back in a moment."

In the past, whenever Zheng's mother made a scene, Zheng the clerk would compromise, but she had miscalculated.

They heard Zheng the clerk roar: "You haven't used this trick enough yet? Then go ahead and pack your things! See if I still stop you!"

Zheng's mother was dumbfounded: "Second son, do you really want to drive us away?"

Zheng the clerk stared at his nephew and asked bluntly: "Zheng Hongping, did you threaten Wei Ruhua from the Woodworking Factory?"

Zheng Hongping was just about to play the fool when he heard his own second uncle say coldly: "Answer me honestly."

His own second uncle was giving his grandmother no face for the first time; seeing the look in his second uncle's eyes, he became afraid: "I didn't, I was just joking with her."

Hearing this, Zheng the clerk grew even angrier: "A joke? You think that was a joke? Do you know that because of this matter, I was directly criticized by the Minister, not to mention the work coordinating with the Woodworking Factory was handed over to someone else."

Zheng's mother saw her second son roaring at his eldest grandson as if mad: "Second son, if you hand it over, you'll have less work to do anyway; why vent your anger at Hongping? I don't believe a mere joke could truly affect your work."

Zheng the clerk, looking at his obstinate mother, could no longer endure: "Mother, pack your things right now, immediately, and take Hongping back to our hometown."

Seeing her son was serious, Zheng's mother raised her hand, preparing to cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide, but then she heard her son say: "If you want me to roll back to our hometown too, then make a scene; at worst, I'll write my discharge application right now."

Zheng the clerk this time was ruthless; regardless of how much his own mother made a scene, and regardless of how his own nephew assured him, it was one sentence: either they leave now, or they all leave; let them choose.

Zheng's mother had no choice but to pack her things and take her eldest grandson away.

When Zheng the clerk's wife received the news and rushed back, she saw her mother-in-law and nephew coming out carrying big and small bundles; surprise flashed across her face, but inside she was ecstatic.

Before she could say anything, Zheng the clerk spoke coldly: "Hurry up; if we're any later, we'll miss the bus."

Her mother-in-law still wanted her to plead, but Zheng the clerk, without a word, grabbed her and dragged her outside.

When Chuxue heard this news, she couldn't help but sneer inwardly: "This is the consequence of indulging one's nephew as usual; to put it plainly, he is a selfish person. Why didn't he care before? Now that it affects his own interests, he immediately sent his own mother and nephew away."

Regardless, it was at least venting the bad air in her heart; this matter could be considered over.

The next afternoon, Chuxue arrived early at Ma Wuliang's place to help.

She not only drew a beautiful bridal makeup look for Jiang Xiaofang but also rebuked a few military wives who lacked common sense.

Chuxue hated this kind of thing most; on someone's happy day, they always come up and say all sorts of nonsense.

Jiang Xiaofang was moved; whether it was Regiment Commander Fu or his wife, they were truly fulfilling their previous promises through concrete actions.

From now on, their family would be her own kin, her natal family.