Chapter 167: Cutting Off Her Source of Income is Hateful
"Wang Gang, you unfilial brat! You don’t give a damn if your own mother lives or dies! All you know is how to suck up to the Song Family... SLAP..."
"And you... look at you, you skinny jinx, so whipped by your wife you can barely open your mouth... SLAP..."
That "SLAP" was the sound of hands clapping. Old Mrs. Wang punctuated each curse with one.
Why was Old Mrs. Wang so furious with her son and daughter-in-law? It all started like this.
Wang Gang had come home from work and told his mother that his father-in-law had found a Divine Doctor from the Imperial City for them.
There was now hope for his wife to bear a son, so the couple had been staying at his father-in-law’s house recently.
After saying this, Wang Gang grabbed a change of clothes and rushed out, ignoring his mother’s calls for him to stop.
The more Old Mrs. Wang thought about it, the more upset she became. She was perfectly content with the current situation and had no desire for her second son to have a child.
She already had sons and grandsons. Old Mrs. Wang had given birth to three sons and two daughters. Her eldest son had three sons, and Old Three had two.
She already had five grandsons; she truly didn’t care if her second son had one. This way, he and his wife would continue to use their salaries and the nutritional supplements from the Song Family to curry favor with her.
The main reason was that the combined wages of her other two sons and their wives didn’t even come close to what her second son and his wife earned.
Her most successful son was the second one, Wang Gang. The Wang Family were just ordinary city dwellers—not rich, but comfortably better off than many.
Her second son was very capable. He started as a simple factory worker, but Wang Gang was quick-witted and a smooth-talker.
An old machine repairman took a liking to him, and eventually, Wang Gang became his apprentice, learning how to fix machinery.
A repairman’s salary was double that of a regular worker, which made the ordinary Wang Family a smidgen better off than their neighbors.
Then, Wang Gang married a beautiful girl from a wealthy compound.
This gave Old Mrs. Wang a huge boost in prestige. Instantly, she felt the Wang Family was another smidgen above their neighbors.
Now two smidgens above everyone else, Old Mrs. Wang walked with a swagger and felt like singing folk songs every time she entered or left the alley.
However, fate was not on her side. Six months after the wedding, her second daughter-in-law’s belly showed no signs of life, which made Old Mrs. Wang lose face.
The Song Family had plenty of money to pay for doctor’s visits and medicine for her daughter-in-law. At first, Old Mrs. Wang still held out hope for a big, healthy grandson.
But as time went on, Song Xiaxia, this daughter-in-law from the grand compound, began to bow and scrape before her, giving her money and nutritional supplements.
By then, Old Mrs. Wang had grown used to the way people looked at her. Some even said with envy,
"If I had a daughter-in-law like that, I’d worship her, even if she couldn’t have a son."
Old Mrs. Wang felt there was some truth to that. Besides, Song Xiaxia was constantly trying to please her.
Over time, Old Mrs. Wang came to enjoy the sight of Song Xiaxia groveling before her. It brought her immense satisfaction.
She especially loved taking the piles of money and supplements from the Song Family and lording it over the families of her eldest and third sons.
For the sake of a few treats, those two good-for-nothing wives of theirs would wag their tails at her like pugs.
Her grandchildren also fawned over her all day. As the saying goes, it’s easy to go from frugal to lavish, but hard to go from lavish back to frugal.
Having grown accustomed to this life of luxury, Old Mrs. Wang no longer wanted her second son and his wife to have a son.
So, after much deliberation, she came to the Song Family’s home to bring the couple back, only to find that her second daughter-in-law, who had always been obedient, was now defying her.
She refused to return to the Wang Family home, no matter what. This was unacceptable! Where would she get her money from now?
Without money, how could she show off!
Cutting off her source of income was like digging up her ancestral graves—no, it was even more hateful than that.
That’s why Old Mrs. Wang was now throwing a tantrum at the Song Family’s gate, punctuating her curses with a couple of claps.
"Mom, it’s so late. I’ll take you home. Everyone’s watching and laughing at us!"
With that, Wang Gang grabbed his mother’s arm, trying to escort her home. The crowd of onlookers was growing.
He didn’t care about himself, but his wife’s family, the Yue Family, couldn’t afford this embarrassment. Plus, the noise was disturbing his brother-in-law, who was trying to recover.
Old Mrs. Wang’s eyes flew wide with rage as she glared at her son gripping her arm. She saw that her daughter-in-law was dead set on disobeying her.
"You unfilial son! You tell me to go home alone, but why don’t you tell your wife to come home too?
If your wife isn’t going home, then neither am I! So you met a Divine Doctor—does that guarantee you’ll have a son?
You haven’t seen a single hair of this supposed son, and you’re already being unfilial to your own mother! What will happen if you actually have one?
By then, your wings will have grown strong, and you won’t give a damn about me or the rest of the Wang Family!
...THUD... Why is my life so bitter? I can’t go on living... THUD..."
The THUD was the sound of Old Mrs. Wang stamping her foot.
After her last curse, she reflexively tried to clap her hands, but her arm was held fast by her son, so she could only stomp her foot.
"Xiaxia has to get shots and take medicine every day. It’s not convenient for her to come home. Please, just go home first. I’m begging you, Mom."
Wang Gang knew his wife was determined to donate part of her liver to her older brother. His own test results hadn’t come back yet.
Until his brother-in-law’s surgery was done, Xiaxia would not return to the Wang Family home under any circumstances.
She wouldn’t go back, even if it meant divorce. Wang Gang had pursued his wife for three years and been married to her for three more; how could he not know her!
"You blockheaded brat! Staring at your mother with those idiotic eyes—what are you trying to prove?
I told you, if your wife isn’t going home, neither am I! If she’s staying, I’m staying too!"
Old Mrs. Wang’s ridiculous, shameless antics made Gu Jiaojiao laugh. She whispered quietly in Su Shuochi’s ear.
"If it were me, I wouldn’t waste time arguing with her. I’d just slap her unconscious."
Su Shuochi said appeasingly, "Darling, should I throw a pebble and knock her out?"
"Oho~ Su Shuochi, you have that kind of skill? Then what are you waiting for? Do it! Knock her out right now! She’s disturbing my patient."
Just as Wang Pozi was getting into the swing of her tirade, she collapsed without a sound, the remnants of her wild expression still frozen on her face...
Aunt Song had been washing dishes in the kitchen and hadn’t heard the shouting outside. Her youngest daughter was the one who told her.
She rolled up her sleeves, ready to come out and have a huge fight with Wang Pozi, cursing as she walked.
"Wang Pozi, who gave you the nerve to hit my daughter? You beat her so bad she had to come running back to her family, and now you dare show up at our door to curse her out?
I’m going to beat you to death, you old hag with your rat eyes, hawk nose, pig snout, and sunken cheeks! Oho! So Wang Pozi is pretending to be unconscious, is she?
Get up and keep cursing! If you’re not going to wake up, then get lost! Wang Gang, take your mother and go, and don’t you come back to my house either!"
Without another word, Wang Gang hoisted his mother onto his back and left.
The compound, which had been quiet all day, had erupted in the evening, and now it was calm once again.
Seeing that the show was over, the crowd of onlookers dispersed, though they still wished there had been more.
Gu Jiaojiao sighed with emotion. "Classic, top-tier national cursing. The words are not only sharp, but also rich with cultural character."
"It’s an indispensable part of our national culture. If I’d known, I would have let Aunt Song have a cursing match with that old woman for a while."
"Darling, are you disappointed?"
"Jiaojiao, I never knew you were so mischievous. You actually enjoy watching people argue," Xia Qiuming said in surprise.
"Professor Xia, you’re so shameless. As if you don’t like watching people argue," He Shen Yi said with disdain.