Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

If Qin Huairu had been in any other situation, she would have tiptoed out of the house at this moment, fearing that she would be discovered by her evil mother-in-law. She would have spoken sarcastically and then sneaked away in disgrace.

But Qin Huairu is no longer the same as before. She has already figured out her mother-in-law's thoughts. After putting on her clothes, Qin Huairu just glanced at her mother-in-law who was working hard on the sewing machine under the candlelight.

He said casually, "I'm going out to do something. I may not be back tonight. Tomorrow morning, don't forget to send Banggeng to school. Also, Xiaodang has had a stomachache these past two days, so cook some more glutinous rice."

No matter how angry Qin Huairu's mother-in-law was, she could only hide her grievances and complaints deep inside. She lowered her head and muttered, "I understand. Tomorrow morning, Banggeng has to get up early to go to school. What should I do when I have to report to the steel mill..."

"Then I can't do anything about it. You figure it out on your own. Isn't Yi Zhonghai from your workshop? Talk to Yi Zhonghai and see if he can be flexible. If he can't be flexible, Banggeng can just stay at home and do nothing. Anyway, his last name is Jia, so even if he becomes a vagrant, it has nothing to do with me..."

As if he felt that this complaint was not powerful enough, he added in a low voice: "You can't even do such a small thing. You are really useless at your age."

Qin Huairu said this nonchalantly without even looking at her mother-in-law's reaction. Her heart was leaping with joy, and she was ready to open the door to welcome her husband like a deer.

Qin Huairu's mother-in-law, who had been bullied, was so angry that her teeth were gnashing and her face was red, but she could not stand Qin Huairu's threats of divorce and returning to her parents' home to remarry.

He could only force a smile and said in a trembling voice, "That's fine. I'll find a way to deal with Yi Zhonghai's matter. Banggeng can't not go to school. In this day and age, if you don't study, you won't have any skills. If you really become a vagrant, then you and I will be ashamed of our ancestors and go against Dongxu's high hopes, right?"

Seeing that the evil mother-in-law wanted to teach her a lesson, Qin Huairu hurriedly distanced herself from him and said nonchalantly, "Don't do that. You are a stubborn person and your surname is not Qin. Even if you become a vagrant, what does it have to do with me? Besides, I think what I have done is interesting enough. If you think I am ashamed of Jia Dongxu, why don't I divorce him? It's better than being a widow here. Forefathers? It's really funny!"

There was no way out. Qin Huairu was now immune to all poisons. Not only did her venomous tongue double, she was even immune to all verbal abuse, causing Qin Huairu's mother-in-law to complain and feel miserable. She could only swallow her anger and lower her head, secretly cursing this little bitch in her heart.

"I don't know where this little bitch learned these crooked ways. She has all these perverse theories and heresies. She doesn't act like a good daughter-in-law at all."

Qin Huairu naturally could not hear such a slight sound. Even if she heard it, she would just laugh it off. Not to mention, she was now happily preparing to welcome Li Weijun's arrival.

What she never expected was that when she opened the door, the person she saw was not Li Weijun who was restless late at night, but Jiang Yingying who looked indignant.

This beautiful young widow from the Can Village was slapping mosquitoes off her body, complaining incoherently: "What? Men are really not good. When they try to coax people, they just pour bee urine and speak sweet words all the time. They wish they could soak in a honey pot all day long, but when they get tired of the old and love the new, they really don't care about anything."

"Jiang Yingying, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in Cantou Village at this time? Why are you in Nanluoguxiang Siheyuan in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that it was not the Li Weijun she had been thinking about, Qin Huairu felt very disappointed. However, looking at the indignant Jiang Yingying, and combining the context, Qin Huairu already had a rough guess in her mind.

Knowing that this young widow who shared the same suffering as Ji Xiaotao must have learned about Ji Xiaotao's information and was jealous of her, it was normal to think about it.

Everything should be based on first come first served. As the saying goes, a husband and wife once married will be bound by a hundred days of grace, and love grows over time.

No matter how magnanimous Jiang Yingying was, the kind of person who could have horses running on her forehead and a boat floating in her stomach, she probably had a lot of complaints in her heart at this moment.

Apart from anything else, even Qin Huairu, who knew the inside story long ago, felt more or less uncomfortable at this moment.

Jiang Yingying saw the door open and pushed it open with a resentful look on her face. She walked in and complained, "Huai Ru, you don't know how hateful Li Weijun is. He actually brought a vixen whose name you don't know back to the house. He even said that because of this vixen, I had to hide my grievances. Who can I tell about my grievances? I have been hiding since I entered the city at noon. I dare not show my face. I am so hungry that I am panicking."

Jiang Yingying had some thoughts of instigating Qin Huairu to cause trouble, so she acted very seriously and exaggerated the existence of Ji Xiaotao in an artistic way, describing how a mean person she was, how flamboyant she was, how fickle she was, and how Li Weijun was so easily bored with the old and how he was deceived into not recognizing his relatives.

She wasted her breath, but she probably never imagined that Qin Huairu had known about Ji Xiaotao's existence for a long time.

It was even said that while Ji Xiaotao was in the house, he and Li Weijun had already fetched water from the well...

Therefore, although Qin Huairu was a little disappointed, she was very tolerant and generous about it. She was not as furious as Jiang Yingying had imagined. Instead, she was like a caring elder sister, comforting Jiang Yingying, who was feeling quite unbalanced.

"Sister Yingying, we should take this matter in a positive way. You and I are not virgins. You are better off. You have no body and your figure is out of shape. Who can help but frown when seeing these burdens like me? We should be content and live our lives down-to-earth. Don't force too much. What you deserve will not go away. What you don't deserve, even if you get it temporarily, you will have to pay double the price in the end. It's meaningless."

Qin Huairu said this as she welcomed Jiang Yingying into the house. Although the two sisters had often had friction with each other because of Li Weijun in the past period of time, they must have had calculations against each other in order to win favor.

But at this moment, facing common risks and crises, Qin Huairu and Jiang Yingying instantly and consciously stood on a line of confrontation.

They all pointed their fingers at Ji Xiaotao. At that moment, all the unpleasantness of the past disappeared, and everyone seemed to have returned to their past life of deep sisterly love.

"Well, even though I say that, I still feel a little unwilling. Forget about anything else. I didn't even see the rouge, powder, and chocolate with liquor that Li Weijun promised me. It must be that this enemy was only concerned with eating, drinking, and having fun, and was dazzled by the world. He forgot about this matter a long time ago. So I say, all men are bad."

Jiang Yingying walked into the house dejectedly. Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she saw her mother-in-law Qin Huairu, who was sitting in front of the sewing machine and working hard at housework.

"This is……"

Qin Huairu seemed to be aware of the solemn atmosphere and explained nonchalantly, "Oh, this is my mother-in-law. It's not that firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are expensive, so in order to increase income and reduce expenditure, she is busy with needlework and mending at night. Although it's not a lot of money, it's enough to subsidize the family and buy some salt and oil."

"Oh, it's Auntie. You are still strong despite your old age. I heard from Qin Huairu that you not only do needlework, but you are also a fitter in the steel mill. You work in the steel mill during the day and do sewing and mending at night. You are really frugal and hardworking."

Jiang Yingying looked thoughtfully at Grandma Qin Huairu, who had a gloomy face. Somehow, she suddenly thought of her grandma in the Canning Village.

Although she is equally sarcastic and mean, when it comes to hard work, she is definitely not as hardworking as Qin Huairu's mother-in-law.

He is over 60 years old with gray hair. I heard that if he doesn't take painkillers, he will feel uncomfortable all over. Under such circumstances, he actually took on two burdens by himself.

She works at the steel rolling mill and runs around the house, but lets her daughter-in-law enjoy a leisurely life. Such a mother-in-law is rare in the world. Jiang Yingying naturally does not hesitate to praise her and is deeply satisfied with this hardworking mother-in-law.

How could she know that those words of praise and compliments were simply heart-piercing irony in the eyes of Qin Huairu's mother-in-law, and they were sarcastic and mocking at that.