The slap made Yang Chuxia furious.
The matter with Yang Dongxue wasnât what she wanted.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Xiaochuan was also shocked by Ms. Luoâs sudden move and rushed forward to hold the ferocious-looking Ms. Luo.
"Why are you going crazy for no reason?"
"Iâm going crazy? My daughterâs life is gone, and you say Iâm going crazy?" Ms. Luo refused to be restrained by Yang Xiaochuan and started kicking him with her legs, "You shameless bastard, you have both a son and a daughter, but I only have two daughters. Now that one is dead, youâre still stopping me, because the one who died wasnât your son, you donât feel the pain."
"If Yang Qingle were the one who died, letâs see if you can still talk like this."
Yang Qingle was Yang Xiaochuanâs only son at the moment, born to Ms. Hong, and he cherished him like a treasure. Hearing Ms. Luo curse his beloved son, he naturally wouldnât stand for it and slapped Ms. Luo in return.
"I see youâve got some nerve, lost sight of reality. Keep causing trouble, and Iâll send you back to Funan."
Ms. Luo was furious; her daughter was dead, so she wouldnât consider anything else now, let alone care about what Yang Xiaochuan said. She only had two daughters, and now one was dead.
Moreover, Yang Chuxia couldnât shirk responsibility for her daughterâs death, and even that bitch Ms. Hong, as well as Yang Xiaochuan, bore responsibility.
If it werenât for Ms. Hong constantly whispering to Yang Xiaochuan about how Dongxue was growing up and looking pretty, saying that if she went to the Capital City, she might find a good marriage prospect there, Yang Xiaochuan wouldnât have let Dongxue come to the Capital City.
Initially, she didnât want Dongxue to go to the Capital City; it was the age to settle a marriage, so she should have stayed home, sewing her wedding dowry, waiting for a matchmaker to propose. But Yang Xiaochuan listened to that Ms. Hongâs words, stubbornly feeling that the people around Wangquan were not good enough for Yang Dongxue and was eager to have her come to the Capital City to climb higher.
What Ms. Hong was plotting, donât think sheâs too foolish to understand; of course, she was hoping that when Dongxue succeeded, she could pull Yang Qingle up too.
And the result? No good marriage was found, and the person ended up dead.
"It was your mind being clouded, listening to Ms. Hongâs words, otherwise how would Dongxue have died? You still hit me, Yang Xiaochuan, you bastard, Iâm going to fight with you."
Ms. Luoâs life had been good these past two years, eating and drinking better than most households, naturally putting on some weight, becoming much stronger than before, like a mountain straight on, charging toward Yang Xiaochuan.
"Iâm letting you listen to that bitchâs words, itâs all her fault, otherwise how would my daughter have died? You want to climb higher, why not let that bitchâs daughter do it?"
"You old hag, this is outrageous." Yang Xiaochuan naturally wouldnât just let Ms. Luo hit and curse him; he grabbed her hand with one hand and slapped her twice with the other, "What did you get kicked in the head by a mule? Laidi is not yet as old as Jindi, what kind of marriage is she supposed to climb for? Even if Laidi was the same age as Dongxue, do you think it would be her turn?"
In his heart, Laidi was prettier than Yang Dongxue.
"Separate them for me, whatâs with all this fighting and shouting?"
Yang Chuxia suppressed her anger and spoke to the nearby maid.
And hearing that Ms. Hong was involved, was there something she didnât know?
"Dear niece, donât stoop to your auntâs level; sheâs not right in the head." Yang Xiaochuan stopped and quickly apologized to Yang Chuxia.
This niece is not an ordinary person; he had heard on the way that she is now a Marchioness, with her family being princes and Lord Marquises, not someone to offend.