Chapter 319

Jia Zhangshi originally intended that I would not have an easy time, and you, Qin Huairu, would not have an easy time either.

It gave rise to the idea that picking a day is not as good as just going ahead and doing it.

Taking advantage of everyone being present, she laid out the facts completely, putting an end to Qin Huairu's plan to swindle the Jia family out of 1,500.

She really has no money.

She has only a few cents in her pocket, her entire savings.

Let An Jiahe see Qin Huairu's true nature.

Do you really think you married a treasure?

Just a worthless person.

Jia Zhangshi believes that if Qin Huairu keeps causing trouble, her life will be over, and the job that Jia Dongxu earned with his life will end up belonging to An.

This job is meant to be left for Bangeng, serving as his means to marry.

For the eldest grandson.

She can only recount some of the things Qin Huairu has done.

That amounts to revealing a secret.

A evenly matched showdown quietly begins, with Qin Huairu, newly nicknamed the steel mill's toilet beauty, a scheming woman, facing off against Jia Zhangshi, nicknamed the 'Old Tigress,' a shameless woman.

Will the scheming woman who is the toilet-cleaning beauty come out on top?

Or will the shameless 'Old Tigress' win?

The neighbors are all watching with bated breath.

Shuzhu also wants to know the outcome: whether Qin Huairu is superior by a move, or the shameless Jia Zhangshi wins.

Anyway, it's just boring as hell.

Just treat it as a way to pass the time.

Shuzhu slipped his hands into his pockets, leaned against the pole, and watched Qin Huairu, the toilet-cleaning beauty, and the shameless Jia Zhangshi vie to see who is more despicable.

There is no 'most despicable,' only 'utterly despicable.'

This is the despicable among the despicable.

This is the highest realm of shamelessness.

"Originally there were some things I didn't want to say, because I didn't want certain people to lose face; I intended to take them to the grave with me. But some people have burned bridges, completely disregarding my good intentions. Now I'll speak anyway—I'm not afraid of losing face; our Jia family's face has already been completely lost by some people."

Between the lines.

Blaming Qin Huairu.

It's like smearing an invisible layer of stinking dog shit on Qin Huairu, equivalent to putting the hat of a worthless person on her head.

Qin Huairu appears calm on the surface but is seething inside; what she cares about is not the neighbors' opinion of her. Her image in their minds, as Jia Zhangshi described, is completely ruined. What she cares about is how An Jiahe views her. The neighbors inside the compound have always kept things from An Jiahe; she doesn't know and dares not imagine how he would treat her if he knew her past.

Qin Huairu forcibly suppresses her anger and dissatisfaction toward Jia Zhangshi deep in her heart.

The future is long.

Now is not the time to fight internally with Jia Zhangshi; doing so would confirm what Jia Zhangshi said about Qin Huairu's past, and it would not be worth the loss.

Qin Huairu has also seen through Jia Zhangshi's tricks.

Isn't it just resentment that she ignores me yet demands money, wanting to knock me down with a single blow?

This old immortal is also lacking in virtue; I, Qin Huairu, have toiled for the Jia family for so many years, with no merit, but also have endured hardship.

She has turned hostile and refuses to acknowledge anyone.

What the heck.

If it weren't for me, Qin Huairu, could you, Jia Zhangshi, be so fat and well-fed? If it weren't for me, Qin Huairu, could you, Jia Zhangshi, have lived so lazily and well-fed all these years?

Endless resentment welled up in Qin Huairu's heart, only to be forcibly repressed again.

An Jiahe's attitude.

Her attention.

As long as An Jiahe doesn't despise her, no one can do anything to Qin Huairu.

"My son Dongxu's marriage was introduced by Yi Zhonghai; Yi Zhonghai stayed in Qin Family Village for a couple of months, then told me about Qin Huairu for my son. I felt there was something hidden, it didn't seem right, and no matter what I said I couldn't agree to this marriage; I always felt Yi Zhonghai didn't have good intentions. Later, the events that happened were known to everyone in the neighborhood—Huaihua turned out to be Yi Zhonghai's daughter. At that time, my son Dongxu was still alive."

The scene Jia Zhangshi imagined did not appear.

Matters of the Jia family.

The neighbors more or less know something about it.

Yi Zhonghai's consistent favoritism toward the Jia family is obvious to anyone—there's definitely something fishy.

"Bangeng Grandma, why do you hate me so much? You clearly know I'm being bullied by Yi Zhonghai, you clearly know I have to endure it for Dongxu's sake, yet you don't appreciate my kindness, and you bring this up again in front of the neighbors, and even more so in front of my husband Jiahe. You just see that I'm doing well, notice that I'm ignoring you, and want to ruin my reputation."

The scheming Qin Huairu launched a counterattack; the matter of Yi Zhonghai's affair with her was defused by her pretending to accidentally bump into a pillar, and this also served as an explanation to An Jiahe.

Admitting to an affair with Yi Zhonghai, but it was only under compulsion.

An image of a weak woman who compromises herself for the sake of the Jia family.

As for Jia Zhangshi's various accusations and difficulties against her, they are easily resolved—just mutual mudslinging: Jia Zhangshi exposes her affair with Yi Zhonghai, and Qin Huairu exposes Jia Zhangshi's laziness and bad influence on the grandchildren.

"I've never encountered a mother-in-law like you; no wonder the neighbors say you're evil—you never do proper work, always either meddling as the eastern patriarch or nitpicking as the western matriarch, letting me look after the kids, but I end up raising them like stealing chickens and dogs; Bangeng turned out badly, and you're still not satisfied, now you want to corrupt little Guo— they are descendants of your Jia family."

Speaking of which, it's heartbreaking.

Qin Huairu became agitated.

She lifted her face, full of grievance, looking at An Jiahe beside her, who wore a calm expression.

"Jiahe, my affairs—forget it, I won't say more. If you believe me, let's continue our life together; if you don't believe me, let's go get a divorce tomorrow—I won't drag you down."

She stamped her foot.

She shouted at Jia Zhangshi.

"Bangeng's grandmother, I'm just asking you for money, aren't I? If you don't give it, you don't give it. As for not giving money, you've put a chamber pot on my head! How have I treated the Jia Family? The neighbors have seen it all. Ask the neighbors—have I done right by the Jia Family, or have I wronged them?"

Qin Huairu's voice gradually grew shrill.

"I can't understand why, after I've painstakingly given everything for the Jia Family, in your eyes, Jia Zhangshi, it's taken for granted. Shouldn't Huaihua's money go to Huaihua? Or do you, Jia Zhangshi, want to keep this money?"

That was the last sentence.

Qin Huairu wasn't acting; she was questioning Jia Zhangshi from the heart.

We've been mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for so many years.

It's completely clear what kind of person Jia Zhangshi is.

She really could steal Huaihua's money on her own to better her life.

"I know the Jia Family's life is hard; with the neighbors watching, Director He is also there, as are Second Elder and Third Elder. The 1,500 yuan Huaihua support fee—I take only 1,000 yuan; the remaining 500 yuan goes to you, to spend as you wish, and I, Qin Huairu, won't inquire. Is that okay?"

Qin Huairu's sarcastic questioning left Jia Zhangshi flustered, not knowing how to respond.

It's not a question of feasibility.

But rather it's a matter of having money or not.

Even a skilled woman cannot cook without rice.

Jia Zhangshi has no money, only a few cents, or the savings she's scraped together these days—she would be willing, but Qin Huairu cannot agree.