The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

"Is this what all of you think?"

In a tense silence.

Mrs. Jiang scanned the people at the two tables and said.

No one answered.

The attitude was extremely obvious.

"Since no one is speaking, that must be it! Very good, since you asked, I’ll answer you! Over all these years, have you ever cared about this old woman? Where were you when I caught a cold? Where were you when I fell and needed an IV for a few days and nearly passed away? Have any of you nephews or grandchildren come to see this old woman? Did any Tom, Dick, or Harry even check on me?

During celebrations, you come, say a few perfunctory words, and leave—that’s what you do, right? These years, it’s been Yuan and his wife taking care of me. Without them, I would have died multiple times over by now!

And Yinuo, every time she comes home for vacation, the first thing she does isn’t going home but coming to keep me company, making me laugh. Every year on my birthday, she never misses it! Even during her stressful final year of high school, she takes time off to come cook red eggs and longevity noodles for me and let me blow out candles on a birthday cake! Where were you then? Did any of you remember my birthday?

Nephews, grandchildren, what good nephews and grandchildren you are! During my birthdays, how many years now have you been absent? Yes—busy, I know. Your parents who rush to give me a red envelope and chat for a few minutes before heading home also say you’re busy!

I’m not blaming you; I’m an old woman buried up to her neck in dirt, not petty enough to fuss over this. But now you blame me for favoritism? Yes, I’ll tell you clearly, this old woman does play favorites! In my heart, none of you nephews and grandchildren can compare to Yinuo! So, I’ve made myself clear, given you an answer—are you satisfied now?

And don’t think just because I’m old, I’m senile. You came here collectively saying it’s for my birthday celebration, but what are you really thinking? What are you really after? Do you truly believe I can’t see through it? So, don’t push me to tear this apart. Sit quietly and eat, or get out! All these years, I’ve enjoyed Yinuo’s eggs, noodles, and little cakes; with Yuan and his wife accompanying me for home meals, I’ve been equally happy, so don’t take this restaurant banquet as grand filial piety. This kind of ’grand filial piety,’ I actually don’t care for!"

All these words buried deep within were unleashed as Wei Junwen asked.

She didn’t feel heartache, she was very calm.

Because she’d passed that stage of heartache long ago.

As she herself said, those years with Yinuo and Yuan’s family accompanying her had been plenty happy, happy enough not to care about those people.

After Mrs. Jiang’s lengthy speech.

The still not crowded hall descended into such silence that you could hear a pin drop.

Most people wore faces of shame.

Though many among them barely felt they’d done much wrong.

But being berated like this by Mrs. Jiang was still terribly embarrassing!

"Ahem, Mom, let’s not bring old matters on such a big day! Come, sit down! From now on, every year we’ll celebrate your birthday and make you happy!"

Jiang Cuiping’s husband stood up, walked over to Mrs. Jiang, full of nouveau riche vibes, and comforted her.

"Is that so? Are you sure this is sincere?"

Unmoved, Mrs. Jiang shook her head and mocked.

"Mom, of course it’s sincere! Alright, no more of that today, we’re here to enjoy! Cuiping, bring out the gift we prepared for Mom, I’ll personally put it on her!"

Embarrassment surged on his face as Cuiping’s husband hurriedly changed the topic.

"Mom, this is a jade bracelet Zhifeng bought for you, specially brought back from abroad!"

Not daring to provoke Mrs. Jiang during her outburst, Jiang Cuiping took out a box and opened it.

Inside, a green sheen immediately caught the eye.

"Come, Mom, let me put it on for you!" Wei Zhifeng ingratiatingly said, taking the bracelet from the box.

"No, just put it on the table! Yinuo, help Grandma put it away; if anyone else has gifts, let them put them on the table too!" Mrs. Jiang waved her hand to refuse her son-in-law’s goodwill, coolly and proudly.

This remark and scene.

All at once stunned these offspring and nephews.

This—this was too disrespectful, too humiliating for them!

But thinking it is one thing.

No one dared to act out.

As Wei Zhifeng smiled ingratiatingly through his suppressed anger and placed the bracelet down.

Others, with fake smiles, pulled out gifts and placed them on the table as they offered a series of blessings.

To all this, Mrs. Jiang nodded nonchalantly.

Soon, the spinning table was piled up with so-called birthday gifts.

"Yuan, where’s your gift? Aren’t you preparing something for Mom?"

Seeing everyone present their gifts while Jiang Yuan remained still, Jiang Cuiping spoke up.

Her words seemed pointed at the old woman’s previous statements.

The implication was clear—look at your devoted child, not even willing to spend money to buy you a birthday gift!

One has to admit, the nouveau riche always carry a stench of greed.

In their eyes, it seems everything must involve money to feel appropriate.

"Yuan and his wife accompanying this old woman is the best gift! I won’t let them spend wasteful money; anyway, there’s not much time left to live, can’t take gold and silver jewelry with you!"

After retorting Cuiping, Mrs. Jiang turned to Jiang Yino, her demeanor changing completely to a doting smile, "Come, Yino, help Grandma put these away!"

"Oh, alright, Grandma!"

A bit unaccustomed to such a spectacle, Jiang Yino reflexively responded.

Then under the relatives’ resentful gazes, she gathered and organized everything.

"Grandma, knowing today is your big birthday, I also specially prepared a gift for you; see if you like it!"

In this tense and awkward moment, Qin Fan suddenly spoke up with a smile.

As soon as he spoke.

Everyone turned sharply toward him.

This fruit vendor’s son presenting a gift to the old woman?

Those relatives laughed coldly upon hearing.

They were curious what this clueless pauper would present.

"What? Little Fan, you prepared a gift for me? Haha, good, good, very good!"

Without any pretense, Mrs. Jiang laughed heartily.

Silent laughter fell over the room.

Qin Fan pulled out a box from his pocket, then opened it up and took out an ordinary-looking wooden bead bracelet.

"Grandma, this has calming properties! I’ve heard it’s ideal for old people, can prolong life! Try it on!"

"Good, good, Little Fan, you’re thoughtful! Yino has a good eye, haha, come, Little Fan, help Grandma put it on!"

With that, Mrs. Jiang, full of joy, extended her hand to Qin Fan.

This scene was a slap in Wei Zhifeng’s face.

Also a slap to everyone at the table except Jiang Yuan’s family!

Not choosing the jade bracelet but favoring this string of beads worth maybe a hundred or eighty?

The key was the vast difference in attitude before and after!

If this isn’t a slap in the face, then what is?