Chapter 314

A domineering scene of Yu Li protecting her husband.

Shazhu was left dumbfounded.

He suddenly recalled a saying: Yu Li looks gentle and weak, but inside she has an unyielding, stubborn spirit that refuses to lose.

He just has no beard.

The subtext is: If Yu Li stuck two moustaches under her nose, she'd be a proper old gentleman.

Not a word wrong.

A few sharp words left Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu speechless, and the Jia family mother‑in‑law/daughter‑in‑law feud temporarily came to a halt.

Perhaps they were frightened.

It might also be because their tricks were exposed by Yu Li in front of the neighbors, making them embarrassed to continue the topic.

The scene fell silent for about thirty seconds.

The two shifted the conversation.

They steered the topic onto the Jia family's conflict.

That is, they were smearing each other.

"Qin Huairu, you really made this old woman's teeth fall out laughing—what face do you have to lecture Bangeng? On what grounds do you lecture Bangeng? What qualifications do you have to lecture Bangeng?"

"On what grounds do I lecture Bangeng? Just because I, Qin Huairu, am Bangeng's mother—is that okay? A mother lecturing her son—could it still be offending your taboo, Jia Zhangshi?"

"Do you treat Bangeng as your son?" Jia Zhangshi pointed at the surrounding neighbors, "Ask the neighbors, see what they say."

Tit for tat.

What Jia Zhangshi said.

What Qin Huairu used to counter.

"Then you also ask the neighbors whether they've ever seen a good grandmother as irresponsible as you, who every day teaches her eldest grandson to steal chickens and dogs."

Good word.

Was given a heavier accent by Qin Huairu on purpose.

The purpose was to highlight Jia Zhangshi's wickedness.

In the courtyard.

There are many grandmothers, but a grandmother like Jia Zhangshi who specially teaches her grandson to be bad is truly a scorpion dragging a bar—truly one of a kind, damn it.

Can be considered a strange sight in the siheyuan.

Some people even whispered in private, saying that Jia Zhangshi treats Bangeng this way—could it be because she knows Bangeng is not Jia Dongxu's biological son?

They have also discussed it.

Except there is no factual evidence.

Look at Bangeng's face—he's practically a little Jia Dongxu.

In that case, Jia Zhangshi's behavior becomes hard to understand.

If it were them, upon learning that their grandson or child was stealing and kept doing so, they would surely give a good beating, using violence to stop the child from stealing again.

"Even if I teach Bangeng to steal every day, I'm still stronger than you, his biological mother who ignores him and only looks after your own comfort! At least I haven't let Bangeng starve!"

In the past.

Qin Huairu said this.

Jia Zhangshi would surely deny it outright, making up an excuse for herself.

Nowadays.

She doesn't even care about face, still wants a reputation.

Jia Zhangshi not only didn't rebut, but went along with Qin Huairu's accusation, giving her a super‑sized tit‑for‑tat performance, straight‑out saying Qin Huairu is unworthy of being a mother.

"You're not fit to be a mother; don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You got married and think our Jia family is a burden to you, you want to ditch us Jia."

Qin Huairu smiled.

Jia Zhangshi's tricks.

She saw it clearly.

Wanted to put a shit pot on her head.

No way.

"You really didn't miss the mark—I married into the family, and in my heart the Jia family is just a burden; I just want to leave the Jia family behind and live my good life."

Jia Zhangshi sucked in a breath of cold air.

What a piece of work.

This Qin Huairu fellow actually didn't play by the rules.

One sentence broke Jia Zhangshi's defenses.

"Qin Huairu, I tell you, you want to leave our Jia family and live a good life—no way. This old woman will go all out, and I'll drag you along too."

At this moment, Jia Zhangshi.

Gave Shazhu a feeling of guilt.

That's why he let out such harsh words.

"You say I'm not fit to be Bangeng's mother—then are you fit to be his grandmother? I'll ask you one more thing: do you really treat Xiao Dang as your granddaughter?"

Qin Huairu stepped forward toward Jia Zhangshi.

His resonant counter‑question made Jia Zhangshi, feeling guilty, retreat a few steps.

Family knows family affairs.

The neighbors have seen how Jia Zhangshi treated Bangeng and Xiao Dang in the past; it's an undeniable fact that she cannot deny.

Using nonsense to muddle the waters?

Nonsense.

"Qin Huairu."

"Even if you have a loud voice, that doesn't mean you're right; Bangeng's habit of stealing chickens and dogs is entirely your fault. As for Xiao Dang, being your own granddaughter, how do you speak of her? She's constantly losing money goods, yelling in the house; you even control her meals, saying Xiao Dang is a girl, half-full is enough, and that she'll eventually belong to another family, so eating less now is tantamount to saving grain for the Jia family. When something happens, you start putting on a kind-grandmother act in front of the neighbors—what are you trying to do?"

"Nothing, just have you return our Jia family's work to our Jia family."

"Not pretending anymore?"

"I've never pretended; the neighbors are all here, they know how you got your job—it's by taking over Dong Xu's position in our family."

"Back when you took over the post, you didn't say a word; now seeing me reduced to cleaning toilets at the steel mill, you've gotten energetic, asking me for work—back then, why didn't you just enter the factory yourself?"

Jia Zhangshi, left speechless by the question.

He made up a reason off the cuff.

"My body is weak, I'm ill, that's why I let you take over the post and enter the factory; now that I'm healthy, I'm asking you to return the work that originally belonged to our Jia family—is that wrong?"

In the crowd.

Laughter sounded.

Everyone was amused by Jia Zhangshi's words.

Jia Zhangshi is ill.

Pure nonsense.

White and plump, she looks like a pig.

Even in times of scarcity, they couldn't starve Jia Zhangshi's weight down.

As the Siheyuan's number one fat person.

Saying she felt unwell.

Clearly, she's just talking nonsense.

"You're sick? How could I not know you're sick? With your chubby appearance, you still claim to be ill—do you think the neighbors are all three-year-olds, believing whatever you say?"

"This work is our Jia family's work; you've married An Jiahe, so you're no longer a Jia family member, thus this work must be returned to our Jia family. Qin Huairu, I, the old lady, still say the same thing: will you return this work to our Jia family or not?"

"Your Jia family's work is a fitter's job in Workshop Nine; my current work is cleaning toilets in the steel mill's Cleaning Section. On what basis do you claim this work belongs to your Jia family? If I don't give it to your Jia family, what can your Jia family do?"

Toward the Jia family.

There was no longer any hope.

Every utterance was "you Jia family".

This form of address.

This made Jia Zhangshi extremely unhappy.

From beginning to end.

Jia Zhangshi's attitude toward Qin Huairu was that of considering herself Qin Huairu's benefactor, believing that Qin Huairu's ability to work at the steel mill was due to the Jia family's merit.

Qin Huairu's these few words.

To Jia Zhangshi's ears, that was ingratitude.

Without our Jia family, there would be no Qin Huairu today; you're tearing down the bridge after crossing the river.

"Bangeng, you are the Jia family's mainstay; your mother Qin Huairu clearly intends to bully our Jia family, so you must stand up for Grandma."