Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"I'm his biological mother. I gave birth to him with great difficulty, so he should raise me. Do you think it's your turn to meddle in my family affairs? Let me go... ouch..."

Jiang's mother took the opportunity to start cursing, but she didn't think she was wrong.

If Jiang Han stayed in his hometown, he would be taken care of by the villagers and would definitely not starve to death. She was still young at that time and would definitely remarry. Baogen's father was unwilling to support Jiang Han, and she had no choice. She couldn't just not marry for her son, right?

She had not had a good life in the past twenty years. She was busy from morning to night every day and had no time to go back to see Jiang Han. Moreover, even though she didn't see him, Jiang Han still grew up well and had a great future. This was all thanks to her. She gave birth to such a good son, so Jiang Han should of course be filial to her and Bao Gen.

"Bah, I've never seen anyone more shameless than you!"

Woman A slapped him hard. This time she was not angry about the ten dollars, but was angry from the bottom of her heart.

How could there be such a selfish and cruel mother in the world?

Children are a piece of flesh and blood of their mother. She has three children. In order for her children to have good food and clothing, she does not feel tired even if she works overtime every day. She feels very happy to earn money for her children and she is very motivated to work.

"You remarried, not died. Other women remarried to raise their children, but you remarried and abandoned your children. You are so shameless!"

"On New Year's Eve 20 years ago, six-year-old Jiang Han was starving and cold. He braved the snow and walked to your house to beg for food. What did you do as a mother? You didn't even let the child in, or even let him drink a sip of hot water. You only gave him a dime and told him not to come again!"

"Jiang Han is an ambitious child. No matter how hard or hungry he was, he never came to you. He grew up on his own and now he has a great future. How dare you come to ask for money?"

"And this bastard son of yours was born to you and your mistress. Jiang Han's father was angered to death by you and your mistress. How dare you let Jiang Han raise this bastard?"

"A shameless bitch like you would have been drowned before liberation!"

"In my hometown, a slut like you who steals people would be stripped naked!"

……

Six women, six mouths, scolded Jiang's mother one sentence at a time, leaving her unable to talk back.

As soon as Jiang's mother opened her mouth, she was slapped in the face, interrupting her words.

Baogen didn't even have the chance to speak. His mouth was blocked tightly by Woman B's butt. Every time he opened his mouth, he would inhale a mouthful of foul smell. He was already so suffocated that he felt like he had no desire to live.

Jiang's mother was angry and anxious. She didn't have an affair. Jiang Han's father died of illness, and Baogen was not a bastard. These people were slandering her!

But she couldn't explain, her one mouth was no match for six others.

She couldn't beat six people alone.

The people around them looked at them with even more contempt. They pointed at the mother and son, and their gazes were more piercing than knives.

"Listen carefully, this Mr. Lang is a famous painter who studied abroad. He opened this gallery, and this house also belongs to Mr. Lang. Jiang Han works for Mr. Lang. You shameless old man, I don't know who listened to your nonsense and came here to cause trouble. Do you think this is your hometown? If you make trouble again, the police will arrest you and put you in jail for life!"

Xia Qingqing walked over and warned coldly.

Just now she found two scratches on Xiaoyu's neck. They must have been made by Baogen. This mother and son deserve to be damned!

If they don't stop, she doesn't mind teaching the mother and son a lesson in her own way.

"puff"

A dark "puff" sound was heard, and everyone looked at Bao Gen who was still suppressed. Woman B, who was sitting on his head, blushed a little because it was she who farted.

"It stinks!"

Someone complained.

Everyone covered their noses tightly, the fart was too stinky.

Woman B's face turned even redder. She ate radishes in winter and ginger in summer. Now that her family was well off, she would stew radish and pork ribs soup every now and then. She gave the ribs to her children, and she and her husband drank the soup and ate the radishes.

If you're not careful you'll eat too much and fart all the time.

"let me go……"

Baogen cried out in his dying breath, he was almost dying.

In just this short period of time, the old woman riding on his head farted seven times, each one stinkier than the last. He was really about to be suffocated to death.

Baogen's face was pale, his breath was weak, and he really looked like he was not feeling well.

The five women let him go, but he didn't move. He lay there weakly, breathing in the fresh air in big gulps as if he had survived a disaster.

Both mother and son were taught a lesson and became obedient. They dared not make trouble anymore and returned to the guesthouse angrily.

When Jiang Han came back from his work and learned about this, he immediately rushed to the hotel. No one knew what he said to the mother and son, but the next day, the mother and son went back to their hometown obediently.

"I promised that woman that I would send her five dollars a month, but she must not come to Shanghai again, nor her son, otherwise she won't get a penny."

Jiang Han's tone was cold and he didn't want to give a penny.

But he was afraid that something might happen to Lang Yue. If Xia Qingqing hadn't brought people here today, Lang Yue would have definitely been sick from the anger he got from this mother and son. Although he hadn't had asthma for a long time, he still didn't dare to gamble.

So, he compromised.

Give her five dollars a month as a way of repaying her for giving birth to me.

"Will your mother agree?"

Lang Yue felt that Jiang's mother was not the kind of person who would be satisfied with five dollars.

"If she wants money, she has to agree to it, otherwise she won't get a penny."

Jiang Han sneered, his eyes cold.

Of course his mother refused to agree and made huge demands, asking him to build a new house for the family, pay for Baogen to get married, and give him 100 yuan a month.

The mother and son had the same greedy faces, just like blood-sucking worms, clinging to him tightly, trying to suck his blood and flesh dry.

So he closed the doors and windows and gave Baogen a severe beating, punching him to death with every punch. He beat him until he vomited blood. The mother and son were frightened and begged for mercy humbly.

"If you continue to stay in Shanghai, I won't give you a penny. For five dollars, I can hire several people to take turns beating up your precious son. It depends on whether your son can withstand the beating!"

Jiang Han looked at his biological mother coldly. They both had a son, but this woman ignored him but treated Baogen as if he were her life.

When he was young, he longed for maternal love. As he grew older, this longing became less and less, until now, it completely disappeared.

From then on, this woman was just a stranger to him.

No matter what this woman does, it will no longer have any effect on him.

Under Jiang Han's suppression by force, the mother and son had to return to their hometown in disgrace. Although five yuan per month was not much, it was not a small amount in the countryside. If the mother and son spent frugally, they could still live a good life.

He didn't tell Langyue about these things. There was no need. Langyue's eyes were for beautiful things, so he shouldn't let these dirty things pollute his eyes.

When Jiang's mother and Baogen left, Zhou Panfei didn't know that she was still waiting for Langyue to be angry to death, but she waited and waited, and finally saw the proud and happy Langyue.

Lang Yue is a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts, and Zhou Panfei also works there. When she saw Lang Yue, who looked rosy-cheeked, on campus, she was very disappointed and hurried to the hotel to find Jiang's mother, only to find that the mother and son had checked out and left.

She was so angry that she kept scolding the mother and son as good-for-nothings. Zhou Panfei returned to school disappointed. She planned to try harder to please the old man Shi Wenliang and try to hold an art exhibition next year.

There is only one way to please Shi Wenliang, and that is to satisfy this old man in the studio.

In fact, Zhou Panfei didn't like being in the studio and didn't feel comfortable at all, but Shi Wenliang liked it and liked to paint her confused and passionate look after they were done. But Zhou Panfei didn't tell the old man that she was pretending to be confused and passionate every time.

With this old man, she would never be able to be distracted and have no feelings at all.