Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Li Juan never thought that even after she apologized, Zhang Yu flatly refused to accept it, which made her quite furious.

She had already made up her mind to criticize Zhang Yu outside in various ways, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yu directly blocked that path.

Now she knows that Zhang Yu will definitely follow through, seeking out her family and finding her workplace leaders. "Mom, I won’t say it, I really won’t."

Li Juan is truly scared now; she wants to point out Zhang Yu’s faults, but after thinking for a long time, she genuinely can’t find any.

Having been married to Wei He for years, apart from handing over all the income, there’s really no bad thing to say about Zhang Yu.

Oh, now that’s not an issue anymore; yesterday Zhang Yu refunded them, calculating from the start of her marriage to Wei He, ten yuan of living expenses each month, erasing her last blemish.

Li Juan really regrets it now, wondering how she could have been so foolish earlier to insist on saying bad things about Zhang Yu. With no options left, she can only look pitifully at Wei He, hoping her man can speak up for her.

Wei He is also stunned now, unsure of what to say, as the situation has surpassed his expectations.

But seeing how his wife looks at him, as a man, if he can’t stand up and speak for his wife at this moment, is he still a qualified husband?

"Mom, Li Juan knows she was wrong...." Wei He knows that if he speaks up, it will only make his mom angrier.

"I’ll wash the dishes." Seeing the table full of dishes and utensils, Wei He suddenly thought of a solution.

"No need." Zhang Yu is surprisingly much calmer now, not angry at all, "Old Wei, you go wash the dishes."

"The kids in the house can’t be relied on."

"Forget it, consider it the last time we wash so many dishes; as of tomorrow, I’ll cook just for the two of us, and I’ll deduct the cost of tomorrow’s meals for them."

"Also, if they use dishes, utensils, or spatulas, they must clean them properly after use. If not cleaned, they’ll have to sort it out themselves."

"And if dishes or utensils are broken, whether by adults or children, whether intentionally or accidentally, they must compensate with new ones. If they don’t, they won’t be allowed to use them."

"I’ve spoken nicely, but everyone treats me like I’m easy to bully." In fact, Zhang Yu doesn’t want to let them use her dishes and utensils where she lives, but she knows that it’s impossible not to let them use them.

"And Wei He, you two need to move out, quickly go buy things."

"Also, when you leave, clean the room properly. If it’s not clean, I’ll rush to your workplace and find your leader."

"When the time comes, your father and I will move in. Hmph, who doesn’t want to live in a spacious house? By the way, Old Wei, after work, go to the recycling station or second-hand store to see if there are any old beds."

"Oh, forget it, let’s just let someone make a kang stove; when winter comes, we can continue to burn the kang, staying warm."

Wei Dazhi responded with a sound, moving the dishes outside to the sink to wash them. Wei He initially wanted to lend a hand but was deterred by Wei Dazhi’s words, "Did you wash when asked earlier?"

"Now that your mom has ordered you to scram, you only know to wash the dishes; sorry, it’s too late." Wei Dazhi, who can handle chores, soon has the dishes neatly cleaned.

Even though Wei Ming is a child and his stomach is rumbling, he senses the tense atmosphere at home. No matter how much his stomach rumbles, he dares not make a sound.

"Alright, there’s still some noodles in the house, not enough for you adults, let the kids have them." Despite having been displeased with Wei He and his family, Wei Ming is, after all, a child.

Zhang Yu may disregard Wei He, but she cannot ignore Wei Ming and the other child.

Noodles? Wei He groaned but, upon reaching the kitchen door, remembered something, "Mom, um, um, I don’t know how to cook noodles."

"You don’t know? Let your wife do it. How come whenever you say you can’t do something, you expect me to do it?"

"Starting tomorrow, cook your own meals." Zhang Yu snapped.

Wei He looked at Zhang Yu, filled with fire in his belly, not daring to speak up. In the end, with Auntie Wang’s help, they managed to cook a bowl of noodles, which the two children devoured ravenously.

Wei He and Li Juan exchanged helpless glances; they hadn’t had dinner yet, and their stomachs were still rumbling.

Naturally, Zhang Yu heard it too, but so what? What does it have to do with her? If they don’t learn to cook, they’ll only get hungrier in the future.

Wei He believes that Zhang Yu definitely heard the protest from the stomach, but the old lady just turned around and acted as if she hadn’t.

When Wei Jiang’s family of four returned to see Zhang Yu in full swing, putting Wei He and his family in such a position that they didn’t dare to make a sound, they also felt intimidated.

They know Zhang Yu is quite satisfied with Li Juan as a daughter-in-law, yet now she’s dismissing them, really scaring them a lot.

After Wei Jiang returned to his room, still afraid, he reminded them, "You mustn’t anger your grandmother."

Wei Jiang looked at his wife, Feng Xia, "And you, mom already said it clearly that she wouldn’t wash our clothes, yet you still had mom wash them."

"I’m telling you to behave, don’t anger my mom; if she throws us out, see what you’ll do then." Wei Jiang has no intention of being kicked out; outside may be nice, but can it compare to home?

Most importantly, with Wei He being thrown out, isn’t this his chance? "Feng Xia, I don’t care how you plan to support your own family; you must behave."

"If you do something that makes my mom angry and we get kicked out, I’ll definitely divorce you." He can live without a wife, but he absolutely won’t move from here.

Ah, ah, Feng Xia originally planned to visit her family today to share such good news, but when kindergarten had some issues before getting off work, she stayed late and didn’t visit.

She doesn’t dare think; if she had gone and mentioned this to her family, they would surely have forced her to give up her job.

This job was bought by the in-laws; Zhang Yu would certainly be angry if she knew, and Wei Jiang divorces her. If she returns to her family without a job and money as a divorced wife, no matter how much she supports them, she knows her family won’t remember her past contributions. They will only say they won’t support an idle person, forcing her into another marriage.

Feng Xia knows that as long as the other party offers a high betrothal, they won’t care what kind of person the match is; thinking this through, she is determined not to give up her job to her family.

"I know, I know. By the way, you said mom will move to Old Third’s room; um, can Lilly and her family then live in mom and dad’s room?" Feng Xia wants to occupy Old Third’s room, but she knows now is not a good time to bring it up.

"Well, let’s wait." Wei Jiang is actually also trying to block off Old Third’s option, "Let’s wait."

Feng Xia nodded with a sound, "Okay."