books44 Chapter 310 Angry from shame
Chapter 310 Angry from shame
Song Wanxing persisted: "I don't believe it. She made those ledgers herself. Who knows if they're true or false? Does raising a child in the countryside really cost that much?"
“Three children are people, not objects. They need to eat, drink, wear clothes, and go to school. How much do you think a woman can earn? If you don’t believe me, how much have you earned outside? You’ll be in charge of all the children’s expenses from now on. You’ll see when you try it.” Song Wanli was so angry that he quit.
Only those who have raised children know that it's not an easy job, and the mother is the one who feels the most heartache when her child is sick or in pain. The older generation often says that raising a child is like farming: the more you invest, the better your harvest. Those who have never cared for a child are just talking without understanding the hardships involved.
"I...I'm not saying I haven't found a good job. I don't care. You just have to tell me where she is and hand her over!" Song Wanxing started arguing again.
"She's divorced from you a long time ago and has nothing to do with our family anymore. Why should I tell you where she went? If you want to find her, go find her yourself."
“I don’t care, you have to hand her over. You must know. If you don’t tell, I’ll tell Mother... I’ll tell her you two have been having an affair for a long time, that you have two families now, you…”
"Slap!" Unable to bear it any longer, Song Wanli slapped him across the face.
"Fine, you actually hit me! You cripple, did I guess right? You're angry and embarrassed, so I'll beat you to death." Song Wanxing, possessed by a demon, wrestled with Song Wanli.
When Yi Dani ran over, Song Wanxing was straddling Song Wanli, throwing punches. Song Wanli was several years older and had difficulty walking. Without his crutches, he was unsteady and suffered greatly. These punches completely severed any remaining vestiges of family affection in his heart.
Yi Dani yelled and grabbed a broom from the corner, lunging at Song Wanxing. Startled, Song Wanxing quickly stood up to dodge, cursing "crazy woman" as he ran.
Thankfully it was daytime and the children in the family were all at school, so I didn't see them. Otherwise, I would have been too embarrassed to show my face.
Before Song Wanli could decide whether to tell Qian Shuzhen, Song Wanxing had already run over to complain: "Mother, it must be my eldest brother who sent Zhao Xiaojuan away and hid her. He just can't stand to see me doing well. He's never liked me since we were little."
“You’re talking nonsense. Your older brother isn’t that kind of person. He told me that since you’re back, you should work with him in business, and he’ll pay you a salary.” Qian Shuzhen was resting against the headboard.
Her son barged in without knocking, making a ruckus. She couldn't help but frown; her headache, which had just subsided, flared up again.
"Mom, you're biased towards him now. You believe everything he says. I don't need him to pay me a salary. Just give me my money. He hit me, and that lunatic Yi Dani hit me too." Song Wanxing had no sense of propriety and only cared about himself.
“That’s your sister-in-law, cough cough… She’s all better now, she wouldn’t hit someone for no reason. Did you do something? What do you mean your money? That’s what Xiaojuan earned through hard work, getting up early and working late.” Qian Shuzhen wasn’t delirious from her illness; she understood her eldest son and daughter-in-law.
“I…I didn’t agree to the divorce, so her money is mine. I asked my older brother to hand over Zhao Xiaojuan, but he refused. He sided with outsiders and even slapped me. Mom, look, my face is all red. He really hit me hard.” Song Wanxing brought his face close to Qian Shuzhen’s to show her. He often complained like this when he was a child.
Qian Shuzhen stared blankly at her youngest son's face. She remembered a small face that had come close to hers, and back then she believed him.
Just because Song Wanli was several years older and naturally stronger, and because he did physical labor, unlike his younger son who only studied classical texts; just because she knew in her heart that she had failed her eldest son as parents, she naturally assumed that her eldest son was venting his dissatisfaction on his younger brother. In reality, they were the ones who were wrong all along; their eldest son must have been provoked to act.