Hearing Mu Shaolingâs words, the Yang Family members all fell silent.
Ms. Luo, originally trying to sneak away, was stopped by Yang Chuxiaâs order and brought back. Now she stood next to Yang Xiaochuan, her head bowed to diminish her presence as much as possible.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia looked at Ms. Luo, who was hiding behind Yang Xiaochuan.
"If my grandfather suffers any harm because of you today, even dying ten times wonât make up for it." "Is your family so poor that youâd stoop so low?"
Yang Chuxia truly felt like she could die from anger dealing with her, a repeat offender who seemed to regenerate fixedly after every lesson.
You canât just kill her.
This time, Yang Xiaochuan acted decisively, turning around and delivering two slaps to Ms. Luo.
"You wretch, I told you when you came here, donât ask my third sister-in-law for ginseng. What did you promise me?" At this moment, Yang Xiaochuan truly felt like he could die of fury caused by this woman.
Following swiftly was another slap, "Look at you, going on about this and that, youâve completely lost my face. Iâm telling you, if you anger my father again, I will divorce you."
Surprisingly, Yang Xiaochuanâs mind seemed much clearer at this moment. Maybe he had been truly scared by Old Yangâs sudden illness.
He always felt that if their father were to become seriously ill or die, their good days would be over.
With their father alive, the third branch of the family would show them some regard out of respect for him, but if he were to die, with that domineering womanâs temperament, they would likely not see any benefits at all.
So, Yang Xiaochuan pushed through the crowd, dropped to his knees in front of Old Yangâs bed, and began to kowtow and weep, "Father, your son is unfilial; Iâve wronged you by marrying such a wretched wife and letting her upset you. Donât worry, she wonât dare do it again. If thereâs a next time, your son will divorce her. Father, you canât die, I donât even have a son yet, you havenât met your grandson."
Old Yangâs fingers twitched on the bed. Seeing this, Yang Chuxia hurriedly ordered someone to pull Yang Xiaochuan away.
"Are you out of your mind? Didnât you hear the divine doctor say that grandfather canât be agitated right now? Do you want to kill him with your words or what?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaochuan immediately shut his mouth.
Yang Dachuan now had very little patience for him; the couple were of similar mind.
He immediately waved his hand and said, "Go home. Donât come to my house when you have nothing to do, and donât loiter around our father." Thinking about how hopeless his brother was and that he was beyond redemption, he spoke harshly, "Fourth, you should pray to Buddha for our father to live a few more years. While he is still alive, I, as your third brother, will look out for you a little out of respect for him. But if our father dies, especially if itâs because you or your wife upset him, not only will I stop looking after you, but I will also take you to court, and youâll be so miserable you wonât know what hit you. Donât believe me? Just wait and see."
Having said that, without looking at Yang Xiaochuanâs dumbfounded expression, he went inside to check on Old Yang.
Yang Xiaochuan was truly stunned at this moment. It was one thing for him to guess on his own, but now that his usually somewhat meek and honest third brother had uttered these words, it meant they were true.
The words of an honest man can sometimes be more frightening.
Therefore, Yang Xiaochuan didnât stay around. He dragged Ms. Luo and Yang Dongxue and hurried home. Once home, Ms. Luo was severely reprimanded by him, though, of course, his mind wasnât completely muddled, and he made sure to avoid her belly.
But from then on, under his stringent orders, Ms. Luo didnât dare to visit the third branch for a long time, and even if she did occasionally, she wouldnât dare cause any trouble. And after this incident, she actually started to quiet down gradually.