Chapter 128 Funeral
Lady Zhao saw right through Fang Qin, heartless to the core, eating her meal without any sense of guilt even before her husband’s seventh-day mourning period had ended.
This woman was truly ruthless and unprincipled to the extreme.
It was only her own poor state of health that prevented her from having the energy to argue with such a gluttonous and fat woman, so she simply closed her eyes, too lazy to deal with the person before her.
Seeing Lady Zhao resting with closed eyes, ignoring her, Fang Qin’s anger flared up in an instant. She suddenly threw off the quilt, her voice tinged with anger, "You immortal crone, I’m talking to you, did you hear me or not!"
"If you don’t want to move, then give me money, I’ll buy whatever I want to eat myself."
Fang Qin’s mind was as clear as a mirror. She knew very well that Old Lady Zhou had some savings stashed away; otherwise, where would Jiang Youfu have gotten the silver to squander recklessly day in and day out, indulging in pleasure and amusement? Beyond the ill-gotten gains he had scraped together, who else but this seemingly simple yet scheming old woman was filling the endless pit of his expenditures?
Now that Jiang Youfu had left this world, naturally, the savings he had accumulated would be left to his own flesh and blood son, and once the son’s money was in Fang Qin’s hands, who would dare to meddle with how she wished to spend it?
"I have no spare cash in hand,"
said Lady Zhao casually, but her expression clearly stated: even if I did, you wouldn’t get a single piece from me.
Fang Qin saw through her demeanor and knew that plucking feathers from this skinflint would be no easy task, letting out a few cold laughs, her words tinged with chill, "Oh, is that so? You’d better think thrice before you act. It’s not a big deal if I starve, but if your precious grandson goes hungry... he’s the only one left to carry on the Jiang family’s lineage."
After speaking, she even pinched Dazhuang’s tender little leg hard, making Dazhuang "waah" out loud as he burst into tears, a piercing sound that evoked pity.