Chapter 961: Unreconciled?

At this moment, Old Tan and the old woman were sitting in the room, silent for a long time.

To say they didn't want to go along would be a lie. How good would it be to go to Beidu? That was the capital! That was under the feet of the Son of Heaven!

But they couldn't go.

Because they had a fool for a son, and their daughter would absolutely not let that fool go with them.

Tan Ying was formidable now; they didn't dare to push too hard. If they pushed her too far and the girl said she wouldn't care for them anymore, or simply flew far away so they couldn't find her for the rest of their lives, then they would truly be finished.

Yet, in their hearts, they were truly unreconciled.

The two of them looked simultaneously at the fool lying on the kang, making "wula wula" noises.

Was it any use? It was of no use at all.

Tan Ying had said she absolutely would not allow them to find a wife for the fool; if they did that, she would call the police and report them to the Public Security Bureau.

They had never seen such a daughter who ate inside and pushed outside.

But they still didn't dare to act tough.

The old woman glanced at the old man, pursed her lips, and said, "Why are you staring at him? Can he ever get better?"

"What's the use of getting better? He's still a fool." The old woman took the opportunity to continue, her tone full of resentment: "Can't she see how we've lived all these years? She doesn't think of us at all..."

Thinking of something, the old woman glanced out the window and lowered her voice, as if afraid that walls had ears: "Yingzi gives that side fifty yuan every month; that's six hundred yuan a year. And when holidays come around, she gives them benefits too. If all that were given to us, how good that would be..."

Old Wu sighed, looked at that foolish son, and said sincerely: "For him to live like this is also suffering."

Old Mother Tan wiped her tears with her lapel, her mouth also filled with complaints and hatred for her daughter.

"She's capable now, and doesn't see us as her parents anymore; she's forgotten that crying, begging-for-life look she had before. No matter what, I'm still her birth mother; does she dare not support me? With a little success, she doesn't even know her own surname anymore; her tail is wagging up to the sky. Our son is like this now, so what if we find him a wife? Why won't she let us? She even said if we find one, she'll report us, saying she'll report us until we're locked up. How can she have the heart to watch her brother have no descendants? This heart is just too cruel."

Aunt Wu, who had been about to walk this way, stopped her steps and stood under the wall, frowning.

What a mess... She was supposed to go over to work, but what this couple was saying was truly unpleasant to hear. Yingzi was such a good girl, one you couldn't pick out of ten miles and eight villages; she was both capable and filial. To tell the truth, some parents give their hearts and lungs to their children, but the Tan couple really had good fortune to have such a daughter, yet they still weren't satisfied.

Aunt Wu didn't return to her room. Just a moment ago, she had promised Yingzi that she would definitely take good care of the foolish older brother and the two old people.

Most rural people are this simple and honest; since they have promised, they do their best to do it.

But listening to what this couple was saying, she felt nauseated and wanted to hear what other tricks they could come up with.

She heard Old Tan say: "Yingzi is a heartless one, preferring to watch her brother have no descendants rather than let him take a wife."

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "At that time, I even said the best way was to let her be her brother's wife. No matter what, we wouldn't hold a wedding, wouldn't register, and wouldn't let others know. Once her belly got big, we'd say she messed around with a wild man, but we wouldn't mind her and would just let her stay at home. That way, outsiders wouldn't say we abused our own daughter; it would be killing two birds with one stone. No matter if it's a boy or a girl, it's all a descendant of our Tan family. That way, even if we two are gone, if this child grows up, wouldn't he be able to provide a bite to eat for his own father?"

The old woman frowned; this sounded so awkward.

It sounded okay before, but now the more she heard, the more wrong it felt, and she felt a chill in her heart.

She glared at Old Tan, thinking to herself: How could this old thing think of such a disgusting thing? Fortunately, she had taken charge of swapping marriages for Yingzi back then; otherwise, with Yingzi's temper, wouldn't she have set the house on fire and killed both of them?

She gritted her teeth at Old Tan and said: "You old thing, you idiot, do you still dare to bring this up now? Shut your mouth! If you dare to say it out, I'm telling you, no one in the village is on our side now. If there's even the slightest bit of wind or grass, those people would be eager to go and report it to Yingzi, and who knows what kind of scene that would cause!"

Old Tan stiffened his neck and said indifferently: "What else could happen? No matter what, I'm still his birth father; does he dare not support me? I'll go report her, go to her unit to find her; let's see what she dares to do to me?"

The old woman waved her hand: "Oh, don't say that now; it's meaningless. Now we two are tied up by our son; we might not be able to leave this village for the rest of our lives."

Old Wu glanced at the foolish son, sighed, and also said: "Sigh, other people's fools are timid; the fool we gave birth to is one who really dares to kill and set fires. It's good to have this happen, but when will this ever end?"

The old woman glared at him and said viciously: "It runs in the family! I think this is just running in the family!"

Old Tan stood up, paced the room with his hands behind his back, his eyes shifting, and said as if unintentionally: "I hope he can go before us two. Otherwise, when we two are gone, do you think Yingzi will care for him?"

Old Mother Tan didn't know what she thought of, but she actually echoed: "That's right, she can care for her own parents, but it seems she can't not care for her older brother."

Old Tan sighed again: "If our son goes early, maybe that's enjoying a blessing."

The room fell into a long silence.

And Aunt Wu, who heard these words at the wall, felt a layer of cold sweat break out on her back, her heart pounding, and she even felt a wave of nausea.

This couple was too filthy; they could actually think of anything.

Old Tan, this old thing, was truly heartless. Was he inducing her to get rid of their foolish son? That wouldn't do; if something happened, she would have responsibility too.

So what should she do now?

Aunt Wu felt she had to discuss this with her old man.

But she also knew clearly in her heart that discussing it was useless.

People all have moments of oversight; if this couple really had that intention, the two of them couldn't watch them.

But then again, this was their own son, and they were just saying it; just like some fathers scold their sons, "I wish I could strangle you," can we really strangle them? This is just talk.

The two of them knew that although the Tan family's son was a fool, he was also their precious treasure.

Since he was a precious treasure, how could they bear to lay a hand on him?

So, they would just pretend they hadn't heard it, and things would be the same as before.

Of course, keeping a watchful eye was necessary.

And Tan Ying, who had returned to the city, met her ex-boyfriend Guo Zhenhai at the entrance of her unit. ===== CHAPTER 962 =====