"Brat, I'm your grandmother, and what I say goes!" Cao Meihua roared, rising from her chair.
"Even if my mother agrees to break off the engagement, I absolutely won't. Let alone you, Grandma!"
A divorced old woman always wanted to meddle in his family's affairs.
It was acceptable before, but today he knew that if he continued to tolerate it, he would not only hurt his mother but also his wife.
Once he understood, his heart hardened, and he decided to resolve all these years of issues at once to avoid future troubles.
"Grandparents, ever since I was twelve, I started repaying the grain and copper coins my mother owed. It's been eight years, and I've long since paid it off. From now on, our two families will go their separate ways!"
Speaking of the eight years of repaying debts, he was also furious, his molars grinding loudly.
He continued, "I will, without fail, provide the monthly grain and copper coins to you grandparents on my mother's behalf. I am a child without a father's guidance, ignorant of filial piety and respect for elders. If you dare to cause trouble at my home again, I'll beat one who comes, and beat a pair who come together. I won't care who you are. If you want to bully my mother and my wife, you'll have to get past me first!"
His temper flared. He raised his large palm and slammed it down hard onto the Eight Immortals table. With a crack, the table split.
Everyone knew this young man possessed great strength, but they didn't expect him to be this formidable. A table made of poplar wood was so easily destroyed.
"Sister-in-law, your son is so unruly, won't you do something about it? What kind of mother are you!"
After watching for a long time, Fan Fu finally couldn't help but ask Zhang Cuihua, who stood helplessly to the side, his malice evident in his eyes.
Zhang Cuihua frowned, "This is exactly the kind of mother I am. My son is right!"
Her words silenced Fan Fu, who then turned to Zhao Jiaqi, his gaze sharp and fierce, as if he wanted to tear her apart.
"Mother is absolutely right. It's because of marrying someone like you, a troublemaker, that the family is in chaos. Our old Fan family cannot keep such a person. She is a scourge, divorce her!"
To be told to divorce her, time and time again, would make even a person made of clay lose their temper.
Zhao Jiaqi stepped out from behind her husband, meeting Fan Fu's angry eyes with a scornful glare. "Am I a troublemaker for you? Or for your son? Even if I make mistakes, it's my mother-in-law's place to scold me. I don't need you here, like a busybody, acting important." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
This family, in their bickering, all wanted to send her back so they could reclaim the five taels of betrothal gifts.
"Wife is right. Let's go, let's go home." Fan Zehao, straightforward in his thinking, felt that they had said enough and could leave.
He held Zhang Cuihua's hand with one hand and his wife's with the other, leaving under everyone's astonished gaze.
As they walked out of the old house, Zhang Cuihua's body went limp and she fainted. If not for Fan Zehao's quick reflexes in supporting her, she might have fallen to the ground.
He carried Zhang Cuihua on his back, then turned back to look at his worried wife, smiling. "Mother is fine. She's just scared. She'll be alright after resting at home."
Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, such situations likely happened often.
Just as the couple left the old house, they heard a series of loud bangs and curses. The young couple exchanged a look upon hearing the noise and walked home with a knowing smile.
In the evening, after washing up, Zhao Jiaqi saw that someone was already in bed, looking at her expectantly, his eyes glowing with desire.
"Um... you sleep first. I'll go check on Mother." Zhao Jiaqi felt guilty and turned to run out.
Before she could reach the door, she was pulled back by the strong person behind her. He tossed her onto the bed with a princess carry, then leaned in.