Doted By The Regent King-Chapter 29 - Masterful Stabbing
29: Chapter 29 Masterful Stabbing
29 -29 Masterful Stabbing
Wufu was no longer the same Wufu of the past, and she had not an ounce of affection for the so-called grandmother before her, the only reason she was even reasoning with her was because of Madam Zhou.
If this woman chose to be unreasonable, then all the better, they could just compare fists instead.
Therefore, Wufu was not afraid to confront Old Lady Zhou or even to threaten her.
Disrespectful and unfilial, you say?
Ha, one must first be respectable to be respected!
They were mother and daughter, granddaughter in close kinship, yet this woman chose to side with strangers to pick on them.
She couldn’t expect protection, but not kicking them when they were down would be something, right?
Yet she persistently took the side of outsiders.
So, don’t blame her for not concerning herself with familial affection either!
“Old lady, after you finish lecturing, please return.
It’s getting dark soon, and I’ve heard that recently a Mountain Demon has been seen.
Wouldn’t want to scare you, now would we?” Wufu continued with a cold laugh.
She didn’t even call her grandmother anymore!
Old Lady Zhou’s lips were tightly pursed, and she subconsciously avoided Wufu’s gaze.
The eldest daughter-in-law was right—this girl was truly somewhat sinister.
She had become somewhat afraid of her!
Hearing Wufu mention the Mountain Demon, she felt a cold shiver.
Villager Ma Dan was said to have been hung up by the Mountain Demon in a tree overnight and was still bedridden, unable to rise!
For this reason, these days the adults were not allowing the children to play up in the mountains.
If they really had to go, they had to be accompanied by an adult.
Thinking about this, Old Lady Zhou stopped looking at Wufu and turned to Madam Zhou, saying, “I’m not here to take the Lai Family’s side.
The incident with you two today has caused quite the uproar.
Now, you two are really in a fine mess!”
Her speech faltered under Wufu’s stare, she slightly lifted her chin and snorted, “Xueli is going to discuss marriage this year.
The match they’re talking about is with a girl from the Scholar Lin’s family in Bamboo Town.
What you and your daughter decide to do is none of my business, but if you ruin your younger brother’s marital prospects, don’t blame me for being unkind.”
Madam Zhou’s face turned pale, and she suddenly looked up at Old Lady Zhou with a shocked expression, her lips trembling.
Old Lady Zhou turned her face away coldly.
Wufu’s expression grew dark—what did this have to do with her and her son’s marriage proposal?
“People need a face, trees need bark.
Ying Mei, you’ve done one thing wrong, and you know how the Old Zhou family has been pointed at and whispered about these years.
If you truly cared for your younger brother, you’d keep a lower profile and cause less trouble.” Old Lady Zhou stabbed at Madam Zhou once more with her words.
Madam Zhou staggered, her body swaying as if she might fall.
What grudge, what resentment—such a skillful stab from the old lady.
Wufu stepped forward, “What if I don’t?”
Old Lady Zhou’s eyes narrowed, and she pursed her lips, “Then you all can’t stay here!”
Wufu snorted coldly, ready to speak again, but Madam Zhou tugged at her sleeve, shaking her head slightly.
Seeing that they both ceased talking, Old Lady Zhou walked away satisfied.
As soon as she left the courtyard, Madam Zhou collapsed to the ground with a pale face.
“Mother…” Wufu frowned, helping her up.
Tears welling in her eyes, Madam Zhou forced a smile, “Mother is fine, really fine.”
She kept saying it was okay, but her tears fell like pearls off a broken string.
How could it be okay?
As mother and daughter, as someone who should be closest to her, why would her mother take a knife and stab into her heart again and again until it bled profusely?
How could it be okay?
They were mother and daughter, bound by blood and kinship.
Even if she was in the wrong, how could her mother want to cut her to pieces with such relish?
Wufu sighed, “Go and rest inside.
I’ll cook dinner.”
Madam Zhou nodded and turned to go back inside.
Wufu watched her mother’s retreating figure, desolate and despondent, and suddenly said, “Mother, how about we don’t live here anymore?”
Madam Zhou’s back stiffened.
She didn’t respond and walked into the house.
