I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 279: Her son is her confidence

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was so angry that she beat her chest.

"If the head of the house is entangled with those cheap sluts, he will definitely be stained with fish. Everything else is fine. If it affects Anbang's reputation, I will fight for him."

 After saying this, Mrs. Zheng’s eyes turned red.

The old lady’s face tightened and her expression turned ugly.

“Ms. Zheng, please pay attention to your words. You are an upright man and it is inevitable that you will come into contact with the villagers. If you act recklessly, my mother will not be able to help you.”

"What do you mean, mother? You would rather face an outsider than me, your wife?"

Ms. Zheng blushed and looked back at the closed door, feeling a little bitter in her heart. She and her mother-in-law had been arguing in the yard for so long, and the head of the house didn't even come out to take a look, leaving herself to face her mother-in-law's difficulties alone.

“It’s not that I’m facing outsiders, but that you, as a daughter-in-law, are ignorant. When something happens, you should take the initiative to help men solve problems, instead of just crying and making trouble without asking.”

 The old lady had a cold face. She treated her daughter-in-law preferentially because of her eldest son.

In addition, she gave birth to a grandson for the Bai family. The Anbang child is a smart one, and maybe he can really come back with a good name.

 But one generation does not care about the affairs of two generations. She only cares about her son. The old man has the final say about her grandson, and it is not her turn to intervene.

"Okay, stop making a fuss, others will hear the joke. I will remind Yunsong to stay away from those little wives. It's getting late, go prepare dinner."

After saying that, the old lady returned to the house on crutches, leaving Zheng with nowhere to vent her anger. She looked at the two rooms with closed doors and beat her chest angrily.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you?” At this moment, Bai Anbang entered the yard with a few books in his arms and looked at her with confusion.

“Anbang, son, you are finally back. Mom is almost mad at your father.”

Mrs. Zheng seemed to have finally found a relative. She held her son and complained for a while. All the grievances were unbearable at this moment. After speaking, she took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth, whimpering.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The seats are all gone.”

Bai Anbang frowned. Apart from reading, he didn't really like listening to his parents' trivial worries.

“Mom, don’t worry, dad won’t do anything outrageous. He just wants to save face and is too embarrassed to refuse. Just don’t let those people in next time.”

“Son, you are still young. There are some things you don’t understand. There is a lot of work at home, and Mom can’t keep an eye on your dad all the time. How can you guard against it?”

Ms. Zheng wiped her eyes and looked at the closed door.

"Mom, life is really hard. Over the years of being married to your father, I have taken care of the old and raised the young. I have finally raised you all. Now you can worry less, but your father has started to do it again."

Bai Anbang pursed his lips, put down the book in his hand, and stretched out his hand to rub his mother's back.

"Mom, don't worry, my son is here and I won't let you be wronged."

“Hey~, my good son, I won’t be afraid of being wronged no matter how much you say to me.”

Zheng felt a lot better because her son was considerate. She picked up the handkerchief and wiped her eyes, lifted the cloth on the fence, and forced a smile.

“These are the eggs I exchanged with your third grandma. My son can eat whatever he wants, scrambled eggs or steamed egg custard, I’ll make them for you right now.”

 (End of this chapter)