Chapter 312: An Jiahe adding fuel to the fire

Bangeng's words.

Like a sharp knife.

It heavily struck Qin Huairu's body, causing an indescribable bitterness to well up in her heart.

Heaven pities her.

Although over the past ten-odd days, because of certain matters, Bangeng was given various unpleasant looks, she truly did not regard Bangeng as her enemy.

After all, it's flesh that fell from her body.

In Qin Huairu's heart, there has always been only one enemy: the former wicked mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi; she believes that as long as Jia Zhangshi is overthrown, everything will return to its proper place.

Just like Jia Zhangshi.

She also treated Bangeng and Xiao Dang as trump cards in her hand, using them to scheme against Jia Zhangshi.

Qin Huairu knows that if she shows even the slightest leniency toward Bangeng or Xiao Dang, Jia Zhangshi will press harder, threatening her in every way.

She had thought she might be misunderstood.

She never expected Bangeng to be so uncomprehending of her.

In front of countless neighbors, she directly called her own name, too lazy to even use the term "Mother".

Perhaps because Qin Huairu's body was stimulated by Bangeng's behavior, she swayed slightly on the spot; An Jiahe behind her immediately reached out to support her, his lips near her ear, whispering a few words.

The voice was very soft.

Nobody heard it.

Yet everyone saw An Jiahe gesturing toward Qin Huairu, indicating the three-year-old baby in his arms, Huaihua.

Shazhu keenly noticed this.

An Jiahe did this.

It was completely intentional.

The situation on site was clear even to a big fool: these two children, Bangeng and Xiao Dang, who crawled out of Qin Huairu's intestines, under Jia Zhangshi's relentless brainwashing these days, have developed strong hostility toward Qin Huairu.

Under these circumstances.

Perhaps there is still room to play by offering words of comfort to the two white-eyed wolves.

An Jiahe, however, used Huaihua to contrast with Bangeng and Xiao Dang, highlighting certain behaviors of the two children.

It truly had the effect of pouring oil on the fire.

It also seemed to be stirring up Qin Huairu's mother‑child relationship with Bangeng and Xiao Dang.

From An Jiahe's perspective, the job Qin Huairu holds at the Yagangchang steel mill is also his job; Qin Huairu bore him a child, and after twenty years, this job ought to pass into the hands of An Jiahe's son.

Giving it to Bangeng now would mean it has nothing to do with An Jiahe's son.

An Jiahe has just married Qin Huairu, but who says she cannot bear him children? Even if we set aside the question of having a son, even if the job were to be given away, it should still go into An Jiahe's hands.

Legally speaking, once Qin Huairu marries An Jiahe, she has no relation to the Jia family; even if she gives three yuan each month, it is done out of moral consideration and filial thought.

Accordingly.

The job Qin Huairu brought when she remarried also has no connection to the Jia family; you already receive three yuan a month as support, yet you still want to reclaim the job—this is pure nonsense.

Without a job, you still have to be given money.

Using Qin Huairu's own words: all good things belong to your Jia family, all bad things to me, Qin Huairu—why is that?

An Jiahe deliberately pushed forward Huaihua.

It simply means one thing.

Bangeng and Xiao Dang have already been corrupted by Jia Zhangshi; if you harden your heart, pretending you never gave birth to these two children, you still have Huaihua—let us two have a child, and everyone will be happy.

This person, An Jiahe,

is somewhat selfish.

No wonder Xu Damu warned himself not to associate with An Jiahe.

Shazhu quickly shifted his gaze from An Jiahe onto Bangeng and Xiao Dang; when his eyes fell on the Jia family's two white-eyed wolves,

he involuntarily shivered.

Perhaps it is because he has lived two lives.

Shazhu faintly sensed from Bangeng and Xiao Dang a kind of sorrow from a past life—namely, when he lost his mobility and became completely useless, Bangeng, Xiao Dang, and Huaihua showed no regard for the face he had once shown in raising them, harshly demanding he be expelled from the home; that coldness carried a hint of faint resentment.

Fortunately, all of this before him now has nothing to do with him.

Purely a melon‑eating crowd.

Just watch the show.

Not speaking, not expressing opinions.

Holding such thoughts, he sat waiting for the concrete developments of the matter.

In the crowd.

Nobody knows who, enjoying the commotion and not shying away from a big affair, shouted out.

"Ayu, this Jia family's Bangeng really grew up, became sensible, doesn't call 'Mom', directly calls his name—if this were my child, I would definitely break his leg."

A real talent.

Pinching his nose, he deliberately changed his original accent.

One sentence.

He stirred up trouble.

The confronting Qin Huairu, Jia Zhangshi, Bangeng, and others all began to speak.

"Don't stand there being all yin‑yang and weird—my grandson Bangeng not calling her 'Mom', what's the big deal? These days you've all seen, does Qin Huairu even look like a mother? It's not that I, the old woman, am being picky; these days, as long as she shows even a hint of motherly conduct, Bangeng treating her this way, I must help her discipline Bangeng. The key is she doesn't regard Bangeng as her own child, yet Bangeng treats her like this—is that wrong? I, the old woman, think it's not wrong."

Bangeng then seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.

His whole person swelled.

In front of the neighbors, he put on the airs of the Jia family patriarch, legs crossed, his thin arms also resting on his lower back, staring with a pair of childish eyes, using a weird voice that was breaking, he spat out harsh words full of jokes at Qin Huairu and the onlooking neighbors.

"What my grandmother said is right, what she did is wrong, so I won't call her Mom; wanting me to call her Mom is not impossible, but return the work to our Jia family — my grandmother said, she said this work was originally passed down from my great-grandfather to my father, my father is gone, so it should be passed into my Bangeng's hands; it's because my grandmother's health is bad, letting my mother temporarily work at the Yagangchang, I've grown up, I can go work at the Yagangchang."

These words.

Like something an ungrateful person would say.

Does not remember old feelings.

Does not understand gratitude.

Only looks out for himself.

"Bangeng, you're only thirteen, who said you've grown up and can go work at the Yagangchang? You haven't even pissed to look at yourself — does the Yagangchang even want you?"

"The Jia family's work belongs to the Jia family; I am the Jia family's mainstay — why can't I go work at the Yagangchang? Shazhu, you judge for me."

In the crowd, Shazhu was watching the show.

He spaced out.

He didn't expect to be caught in the crossfire.

I, fuck, am purely just an outsider watching the show.

They asked me.

Talking nonsense.

And Shazhu!

Shazhu slightly furrowed his brows; in his previous life, he had been both the lunchbox and the money for the Jia family, taking care of them in every possible way; despite such painful efforts, he still hadn't gotten a good outcome; seeing him, Bangeng kept calling him 'Shazhu' over and over.

He had been reborn.

He had no dealings with the Jia family.

But Bangeng still called him that.

He wanted to strike.

But the moment he thought of his identity as the Yagangchang cafeteria head, the idea died instantly; he couldn't act himself, he had to get someone else to do it.