Chapter 581: Chapter 397 Farce (4000+)
But upon learning that Grandpa Lin was Lin Baohe’s long-lost relative, she scrutinized everyone closely, and her confidence waned as she wondered about the fineness of their clothes, which didn’t seem to belong to ordinary farmers.
When she vividly remembered being tricked by Jing Zhe and Lin Wenbin after being beaten, she bitterly wished to bury herself underground. If they were mere farmers, could they have so utterly discomposed her?
The aura they exuded was similar to that of the family Qiao Ying had married into, no… could it be? The more Che Yali thought, the more terrified she became, until, shocked and speechless, she just stood there, silent.
Besides, when she led a group of people over earlier, she thought that those who came to see Lin Baohe should have left. If she hadn’t collided with them, or had she seen the crowd, she might have retreated to return later. Instead, the collision triggered her anger and panic, leaving no room for thought as she focused only on recovering her dignity and suppressing the other party.
Che Yali’s thoughts were unknown to the Jiang family members, who simply assumed Che Yali’s silence was her way of waiting for them to stand up for her.
The Jiang family was all too aware of the past between Zhao Yulan and Jiang Yuesheng. Additionally, they had never approved of Zhao Yulan. When Jiang Yuesheng brought Zhao Yulan over to the Jiang Family twice, they had shown extreme indifference toward her.
Many years later, knowing that Zhao Yulan still harbored feelings for Jiang Yuesheng, they all inwardly disdained her. Thus, when Che Yali sought them out, they did not hesitate to support her.
They also vaguely sensed that, after all these years, Zhao Yulan remained a thorn in Che Yali’s side. They were more than willing to help remove that thorn.
Previously, they had remained silent because of Qiao Ying’s presence, someone even the daughters-in-law had to try to please. How could they dare to make a scene?
Now that Qiao Ying had made it clear she wouldn’t get involved, it was their turn to take the stage.
Old Lady Jiang took the lead, wiping the tears at the corner of her eyes, “Yulan, when you and Yuesheng were together back then, we felt it wasn’t suitable. Now, he’s living well with Yali. You have your own family and children, so please stop disturbing his life, okay?”
Old Man Jiang followed suit, “Yes, Yulan, what your aunt said may sound harsh, but that’s the way it is. If you keep this up, your husband won’t be able to treat you well. What will you do then?”
Without giving Zhao Yulan a chance to speak, Little Aunt Jiang seamlessly interjected, “Sister Yulan, my sister-in-law really dislikes that you always ask my brother for help. But my brother, being kind-hearted, can’t bear to see you struggling and feels obliged to lend you a hand. If not for him holding her back, my sister-in-law would have confronted you by now. Shouldn’t you, for the sake of my brother’s kindness, stop adding to his burdens?”
The barrage of questions from the Jiang family finally calmed Zhao Yulan down. After Little Aunt Jiang’s voice faded, she looked toward the slower-responding Second Uncle Jiang, “What about you? Speak up. I’ll talk after all of you have had your say.”
“I… I have nothing more to say,” Second Uncle Jiang admitted. “What my parents and sister said covers what I wanted to express. In short, just one thing: please spare my brother. He has done his utmost for you.”
“Everyone’s finished?” Zhao Yulan’s gaze shifted towards Che Yali and Jiang Meixiang. “Do you want to add anything?”
“You…” Che Yali glared at her, feigned strength masking her inner dryness, “How can you have no shame? Anyway, I brought my in-laws, your uncle, and aunt here just to make you understand that the Jiang family doesn’t welcome you. Stop wasting your efforts. In this life, I am Jiang Yuesheng’s wife, so take back all your absurd thoughts.”
“Xiao Zhe…” Zhao Yulan turned to Jing Zhe. “From a speech, how can one tell a normal person from someone suffering from delusional disorder?”
Jing Zhe pointed at Che Yali, “This lady is a typical case of delusional and anxiety disorders. She seems to be living in a constant state of insecurity, likely due to her husband. Auntie Yulan, you can’t cure her condition.”
“You are the one who is sick,” Che Yali glared at Jing Zhe, her face filled with anger. “Who are you to spout nonsense here?”
Jing Zhe smiled warmly, “I am the chief physician at General Hospital 401 in City A. Although not a psychiatrist, I have some experience in this area. If you don’t trust my diagnosis, you could visit a major hospital. If you continue to delay, you are the one who will suffer.”
His demeanor truly resembled that of a doctor treating a psychiatric patient, causing the onlookers outside to burst into laughter.