Chapter 137: Qin Huairu, hurry up and go die for me

The matter of drugging.

It seemed to become the fuse of Jia Zhangshi's violent anger; Laoqianpo turned into a madwoman with hair standing on end, pointing her finger at Yi Zhonghai's nose and loudly cursing him for being disrespectful despite his age.

Some things.

Only Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu, and the Jia Family know.

It counts as a secret.

Such a secret, yet in this situation, Jia Zhangshi, who was furious and bent on revenge against Yi Zhonghai, spilled it without hesitation.

"Even if I drug the deaf old lady, I'm still better than you, Yi Zhonghai; you are my son's teacher." Jia Zhangshi slapped her own face, saying, "My face has turned into a buttocks; what does this old woman have to fear? Let shame be shame; Yi Zhonghai, you are shameless, you are fooling around with my son's wife."

As soon as she said that.

Countless people were shocked.

This news.

It's quite explosive.

Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu!

Those who believed believed all the more.

Those who didn't believe also began to believe.

After all, the leaker is Qin Huairu's mother-in-law.

People's gazes darted back and forth among Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu, Jia Zhangshi, and Jia Dongxu.

The classic Jia Zhangshi lament unfolded before the neighbors.

"Poor my son, he's wearing a green hat over a foot high on his head; Yi Zhonghai, you are a beast, you are fooling around with your disciple's wife—oh heavens! It's enough to make one's close kin die; Yi Zhonghai and our Huairu are getting together—you'd better just strike him dead with a thunderbolt."

The eldest aunt was dumbfounded.

Yi Zhonghai went blank.

The couple never expected Jia Zhangshi to actually say such frightening things.

The eldest aunt's gaze immediately turned to Yi Zhonghai, his eyes full of questioning.

Shazhu saw it clearly.

He felt increasingly interested in the matter between Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai.

He thought: When exactly did these two get together? With Jia Dongxu at home and Jia Zhangshi keeping watch, how could they hide from everyone's eyes to fool around? Where were they fooling around? They even kept the eldest aunt, Yi Zhonghai's dog-headed strategist, in the dark!

Observing the eldest aunt's expression, it was clear she believed nine-tenths of what Jia Zhangshi said about the matter between Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu.

"Mom, don't talk nonsense!" Just as everyone was feeling shocked, Qin Huairu spoke, her words filled with intense bitterness: "Mom, do you want to throw away all the face of our Jia family just to feel satisfied?"

Qin Huairu sought to turn from passive to active; she fully mobilized the neighbors' emotions, her scheming logic clear, using her miserable years of toiling as an ox and horse in the Jia family to move everyone.

"Although I come from the countryside, I have hands and feet and haven't been eating for free; I married Dongxu without merit but have put in hard work, taking care of everything inside and outside the house. What else do you want? What have I done to displease you, making you put a chamber pot on my head and on the eldest uncle's head? Point it out to me, and I'll change."

The final word 'change'.

Filled with grief and indignation.

She portrayed the image of a bitter daughter-in-law oppressed by a wicked mother-in-law.

"Change? How to change? The second child gave birth to a granddaughter, no grandson—how to change that? Can you stuff the granddaughter back into your belly to exchange for a grandson? And you keep saying 'sorry,' Qin Huairu. I tell you, our Jia family has done right by you; it's you, Qin Huairu, this daughter-in-law who doesn't observe wifely virtues, who has wronged our Jia family. Don't think that your little affair with Yi Zhonghai can be hidden from everyone—there's a saying: 'If you want no one to know, don't do it yourself.'"

Jia Zhangshi's voice gave a feeling of piercing the clouds.

The neighbors watching the drama instantly became interested.

Tonight's this gossip.

The more you eat, the bigger it gets!

Silently in their hearts they cheered for Jia Zhangshi, hoping she could speak at length.

Some things, what they say doesn't count; only the parties involved' words count.

Keep leaking, grandpa.

Perhaps, as Qin Huairu just said, Jia Zhangshi's leaking can only cause the Jia family to lose face.

Since it's a secret, naturally only a limited few know.

If Jia Zhangshi doesn't say it, people still don't know this secret.

As Jia Zhangshi's leaking proceeds, the secret is no longer a secret.

By exposing these things in front of everyone, it will turn a shameful matter known only to one person into something known by countless people.

Many people, many tongues.

Tomorrow this matter will spread.

Yi Zhonghai's face.

Qin Huairu's face.

The Jia family's face.

All lost.

"Qin Huairu, tell me, who is Bangeng's biological father? And who is Xiao Dang's child? Why do the two of them look unlike my son Dongxu?"

"Mom, you're forcing me to go to death!"

Qin Huairu's face was full of anxiety, a look of being wronged and miserable.

Jia Zhangshi spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the ground, glaring at Qin Huairu with a hostile gaze.

"Go die, you damn fool—don't use this death-threatening method to threaten my old lady; my old lady has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice, she fears nothing—who are you trying to scare? You've done something shameful to our Jia family, and you still think you're justified? Our Dongxu has curly hair; look at Bangeng, look at Xiao Dang—they're all straight-haired; could they be our Jia family's children? I tell you, Qin Huairu, Dongxu's father has curly hair, and Dongxu's grandfather's hair is also curly."

Jia Zhangshi's words.

It seemed to unlock a long-buried memory in the neighbors' hearts.

That's very true.

From the Jia family's Lao Xu to Da Xu, and from Da Xu to Dong Xu, all have uniformly curly hair.

Initially, some people even joked about it, saying that the Jia family had foreign devil blood in them; otherwise, how could this generation‑after‑generation curly hair be explained?

Other people's grandfather and grandchild all have curly hair, but when it came to Bangeng, his hair turned straight.

This isn't nonsense, is it?

Jia Zhangshi had previously insisted that Bangeng was Jia Dongxu's son, reasoning that she saw Jia Dongxu's likeness in Bangeng's appearance and also had a doctor's words as corroboration.

Three people make a tiger.

Bringing up the matter of protecting the young again gave Jia Zhangshi one reason to suspect Bangeng was Yi Zhonghai's son; an even more important reason was the remark of that itinerant peddler, the one who sells needles and thread, who happened to see Yi Zhonghai and Bangeng together that day and casually said they looked alike.

Jia Zhangshi then became suspicious.

Outsiders who don't know the truth often speak the truth, and the belief that Bangeng is Jia Dongxu's son began to waver.

"Bangeng is Yi Zhonghai's son, Xiao Dang is Yi Zhonghai's daughter," Jia Zhangshi questioned Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai, "Qin Huairu, do you owe our Jia family? Yi Zhonghai, you are treating our family's Dongxu like this as his master."

"I don't want to live anymore."

Seeking death and grasping at life.

It became Qin Huairu's final stubbornness.

That's just putting on a show.

The words were harsh.

But her body language showed no desire to die.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been easily pulled aside by Second Aunt and Third Aunt, and after they held her, she slumped to the ground and wept silently.

Shazhu saw clearly that Qin Huairu had been heading straight for Second Aunt and Third Aunt all along; if she really wanted to die, she should have slammed into the wooden post on the left.

That wooden post, over a foot thick, would have left her with a broken head and bloody face if she had put force into it.

"Jia Zhangshi, don't talk nonsense—look what you've driven Qin Huairu to; if you actually caused a death, outsiders would wonder what's going on with our courtyard."

Liu Haizhong felt smug in his heart.

With his hands behind his back.

He squeezed out of the crowd.

He thought he could again become the Head Steward.

Regarding today's matter, whether true or false, Liu Haizhong is the sole beneficiary; his affair with the disciple's wife, even if false, would leave Yi Zhonghai without face to act as Head Steward.

"What does our family's business have to do with you? Why are you rushing out to speak up for Qin Huairu—could Bangeng be your son, or Xiao Dang your daughter?"

He's gone mad like a rabid dog.

He bites whoever he catches.

"Qin Huairu, die—hurry up and die for me."

Jia Zhangshi's face showed a cold smile.

Qin Huairu's move.

To Jia Zhangshi, that's like brandishing a big sword in front of Lord Guan.

Years ago, Jia Zhangshi also put on a similar act of seeking death and grasping at life in front of her mother‑in‑law, with words and tactics much like Qin Huairu's.

"If you die, I'll immediately find a wife for my son—better yet, a pure maiden, a hundred times better than you—so hurry up and die."