782: Chapter 782: Have Some Shame (1)_1 782: Chapter 782: Have Some Shame (1)_1 Just at that moment, Xu Shouâs wife had already come out and locked the courtyard door as well.
Yang Ruxin no longer looked at Yang Peili, but instead left with Xu Shouâs wife.
âDani,â Yang Peili hurriedly called out.
âYang Dani is dead,â Yang Ruxin turned her head to glance at Yang Peili.
âRuxinâŠ
XinxinâŠ,â Yang Peiliâs old face felt burning hot, but still, he plowed on, âWeâre still family, no matter whether you acknowledge it or not, you are Yang Familyâs granddaughterâŠâ All these days, he had been coming over to check out the house on this side, which was truly well-built, made entirely of stone, red bricks, and gray tiles, even the ground was paved with stone slabs.
Such a house was more impressive than those of the average landlords, yet, it belonged to his eldest granddaughter, the one who had severed ties with the Yang Family.
If the ties hadnât been severed, ifâŠ
then he could be comfortably living inside it now.
âHehâŠâ Yang Ruxin sneered, then pointed to her own face, âAfter being tormented by you as a beast of burden for so many years, I finally struggled to live from the brink of death.
What?
Now that you see Iâve become successful, you want to recognize relations?â
Yang Peiliâs face became even more unsightly.
Yang Ruxin pointed to her face again, âMr.
Yang, you might want to save a bit of face,â she said, and then without turning back, she walked away.
Xu Shouâs wife glanced at Yang Peili, probably grasping what had happened, and thought sheâd have to inform her man so that theyâd be careful around this person in the future, lest they do something wrong and displease the young mistress.
Looking at Yang Ruxinâs retreating figure, Yang Peili did not know whether to be angry or to regret, but all in all, it was extremely uncomfortable, his chest aching with a stabbing pain, and in the end, he could only return to the village in a sorry state.
Back at the old Yang Family house, Yang Anshi was still sitting on the bed, holding a broom and shouting orders at Feng Caie to do this and that.
Unfortunately, Feng Caie hardly paid her any heed, so Yang Anshi could only keep shouting orders, which eventually turned into complaints: âThose ungrateful wretches deserve to be struck by heavenly lightningâŠâ
âEnough,â Yang Peili entered the house and snapped irritably, âAll day long you wail, arenât you tired?â
Yang Anshi was startled and fell silent, but she was not willing to back down, âWhy yell at me?
If youâve got the guts, go and yell at those heartless people from the big roomâŠâ
âI would if I could, but they donât even recognize me,â Yang Peili exhaled forcefully, âAnd itâs all because of you, you were so harsh with them back then.
If you had any decency back then, we wouldnât be in a position where we canât even bask in a sliver of their âLightââŠâ
âAre you blaming me now?â Yang Anshi retorted with a defiant pout, âDidnât you also tacitly allow it back then?â
âIâŠ,â Yang Peili was suddenly at a loss for words, then turned and walked out the door, squatting by the entrance to painstakingly light his smoking pipe.
Feng Caie, in her own room, was scoffing to herself.
Regret now?
Itâs too late for regrets.
Although she was jealous of the people from the main room, she wasnât foolish.
Her father was right; to go against the main room now would certainly bring no good outcomes, so it would be better to make peace.
If not once, then twice; if not twice, then thrice.
As long as she was sincere, relations could always improve.
In the future, she might well be able to rely on Rusong, couldnât she?
And her father had already declared that in the days to come, he, Rusong, would be the only one she could count on.
Indeed, although Feng Caie was considered short-minded and petty, Feng, the Scholar, was actually a man of wisdom.