Chapter 79
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Protagonist:
Chai Mi
And the person at Chai Mi's doorway in the morning really was Wang Huirong.
The old man also really wanted to see if his good eldest son Chai Youqing had returned, but when he saw Chai Mi come out carrying a spoon, he was instantly so frightened he ran away.
"Chai Mi this star of misfortune, how did our Chai family produce such a little slut." Even as she said this, Wang Huirong turned left and right, and went to her second son Chai You Fu's house.
After going through such an ordeal yesterday, Che Lianyun suffered a huge loss. Someone like her, in this whole lifetime she had never suffered so many grievances, yet yesterday she suffered them all in one day.
The result was that by evening, she was making a fuss about returning to her mother's family, and it was only after Wang Huirong coaxed her with sweet words that she was persuaded back.
Wang Huirong figured this wasn't a solution, so she thought of having Chai Youqing come apologize...
Result: no go.
Wang Huirong had no choice but to go find Chai You Fu to discuss.
Arriving at Chai You Fu's doorway, she knocked, but the one who opened the door was Chai You Fu's wife Song Qiuping.
Song Qiuping took one look and saw it was Wang Huirong, and she was a bit stunned.
Song Qiuping and Wang Huirong truly did not get along at all, and moreover Song Qiuping was not one to hide her emotions; right then she said: "What are you here for?"
"I'm looking for my son..."
Bam!
The door was slammed shut by Song Qiuping directly, not giving Wang Huirong any chance to continue speaking.
Wang Huirong ate a closed-door soup; she covered her nose which had been knocked broken by the door, cursed a word of bad luck, then helplessly went home again.
Chai Youde was not home, Chai Zhongxiao was also not home; although Wang Huirong was said to be fierce and overbearing, at this moment she also had no backbone.
Wang Huirong helplessly went to Che Lianyun's room again.
At this moment Che Lianyun was washing clothes...
Yes, washing clothes at dawn. And she had already washed all night.
Wang Huirong looked with a face full of heartache: "Oh my, third son's wife, you mustn't wash anymore..."
Che Lianyun also grinned her big mouth and started crying: "I've lost face completely, I can't go out the door... Waa waa waa waa..."
Her face originally had extremely abundant flesh; crying, she looked somewhat like those temple ghost yakshas, terrifying.
"No matter no matter, mother-in-law will decide for you..."
"What can you decide? Can you still beat that maniac Chai Mi?"
Wang Huirong instead smiled: "Can she be the master of the house? Isn't it still my son who has the final say? When Youqing returns, I'll have Youqing properly clean her up..."
Che Lianyun looked at Wang Huirong like looking at a fool: "That's Chai Youqing's own daughter, can his elbow bend outward?"
Wang Huirong instead was confident: "My son, I understand. Besides, even if we can't win against Chai Mi, we also have a hundred methods to torment her. Chai Mi is a young unmarried woman now, seventeen or eighteen, at her age she's long reached marriageable age, right? As long as she marries off..."
Che Lianyun really didn't want to listen to Wang Huirong's intelligence-insulting words: "Mother-in-law, marrying off doesn't mean the person is gone. She also can't possibly marry off in a day or two..."
Che Lianyun was now nearly crazy; Chai Mi always used her teacher status as leverage to pinch her, and she was still powerless to resist.
After all, Che Lianyun totally couldn't go home and plow fields...
As long as Chai Mi doesn't die, Che Lianyun wanting to win against Chai Mi is basically impossible.
"Then let her go out to work, such a big person, doesn't earn a single cent, idles at home, doesn't marry either, what does she still want?" Wang Huirong said: "Have Chai Youqing arrange for her to go out and earn money, that's also for her own family's good... what, does she still want to freeload at home, neither marrying nor working? Under heaven, where is there such a place that supports freeloaders?"
End of Chapter
