The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

Her tone was full of neighborly care and advice.

The other two aunts also echoed the sentiment, and their eyes revealed more of friendship among fellow villagers rather than favoritism.

"We are all from the same village, and we will see each other sooner or later. We have to think of a way to have the best of both worlds. If the Zhou family can accept the apology, that would be the best. But if Xiaoyun really has to stay in there for a few years, will she have a good home when she gets out? And her innocent granddaughter has to live in an orphanage at such a young age. How heartbreaking."

Aunt Ding's words were full of sincerity and worry. She was really worried about the future of the Zhou family.

The wife of the village party secretary remained silent. She knew very well that in this situation, saying more would be useless and would only make the situation more chaotic.

Xu Xiufang was a woman with her own opinions. Faced with the persuasion of several aunts, she had her own ideas in mind.

After persuading Xu Xiufang, the aunts turned to comfort Mrs. Zhou, "Don't take it too seriously. As elders, we should not interfere in the affairs of young people. What you should consider most now is how to rescue your daughter from there. This is the real thing."

Old Mrs. Zhou's face was as gloomy as if covered by dark clouds. She was in more pain than if she had lost a loved one. "Why should our Zhou family apologize? It was Xu Xiufang who caused my daughter to go to jail. Shouldn't she apologize to us?"

She almost jumped up, she was so angry that she almost lost her composure.

Xu Xiufang listened and shook her head helplessly, "You are planning to let me pay some money and let it go. You don't care about your daughter's life or death, right? I said I introduced Ma Chang to Xiaoyun, but if you were not in a hurry to get a dowry for your son to marry a wife, how could you be easily fooled? Who in our Xiaoxi Village doesn't know what kind of person Ma Chang is? I remember when I mentioned that marriage, you didn't even say a word of objection."

"Your daughter has come to this point today, don't you, as a mother, have any responsibility at all? Everything she has experienced, which one was not caused by you? You said your granddaughter is pitiful, then why don't you take her home and raise her yourself? Aren't you afraid of trouble and don't want to take on that responsibility?"

Xu Xiufang's words were direct and merciless, leaving Old Mrs. Zhou speechless for a moment.

Old Mrs. Zhou was not good at speaking, and at this moment, she was easily confused by Xu Xiufang's few words.

The aunts around looked at each other, unable to find the right words to respond for a moment.

Deep down in their hearts, they actually resonated with Xu Xiufang's words and felt that she made sense.

Although Mrs. Zhou was old, she was also an expert at reading people's expressions. Seeing this, she became angry and said, "You little girl, you are so disrespectful. What nonsense are you talking about!"

Before he finished speaking, an old hand was raised, as if to teach Xu Xiufang a lesson. Fortunately, Xie Yi was quick-witted and grabbed the hand, preventing the slap from falling.

Xie Yi angrily shook off Mrs. Zhou's hand, his eyes firm and serious, "Don't do anything to my wife."

The villagers present saw this act of protecting his wife, and couldn't help but feel a mixture of sweet and sour feelings in their hearts.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with Xie Yi. After all, Xu Xiufang was Xie Yi's wife. It was natural for a man to protect his wife. Should he also protect others?

Several aunts secretly glared at their husbands, their eyes full of blame and envy: If I had a fight with your mother, I wish you could stand up like this.

Xu Xiufang felt a surge of warmth in her heart for Xie Yi's defense. She was grateful and spoke again, with an unquestionable firmness in her voice, "Stop swearing here. It's useless to swear at me. I won't pay you money, and I won't make any compromises. Even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't let the police station release your daughter. The mistakes she made are unforgivable. Why should I be a good person? Just because of a fellow villager and neighbor?"

Xu Xiufang did not buy into these so-called feelings of fellow villagers. She stuck to her principles and did not care about such unreasonable emotions.

Things should be handled the way they should be handled, and there should be no bias due to emotional entanglements.

Several aunts also seemed a little embarrassed, and Aunt Ding quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. "I really didn't understand the specific situation before. I thought that since we are all from the same village, it would be best if we could get along. I didn't expect Mrs. Zhou to be so stubborn."

She sighed and glanced at Old Mrs. Zhou with dissatisfaction. She felt mixed emotions and felt that her good intentions were misunderstood.

Xu Xiufang had no ill will towards Aunt Ding and the other aunts. "I don't blame you. We all have different positions and naturally have different ideas."

She said this lightly, then took Xie Yi's arm and headed home with a relaxed and happy look on her face.

Old Mrs. Zhou was left alone, her face full of displeasure. "Aunt Ding, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that I'm stubborn and unrepentant?"

She put her hands on her hips in defiance, as if she had been greatly insulted, and began to curse loudly. The sound echoed in the empty village, sounding particularly harsh.

At first, the setting sun gently shone on the quiet village. The villagers finished a day's hard work and sat around the doorsteps of their homes, enjoying a moment of tranquility after dinner.

At this time, bursts of sobbing came from the direction of Old Mrs. Zhou's house, accompanied by intermittent replies, directly pointing to Xu Xiufang's determination and indifference.

The villagers' after-dinner chat was unknowingly attracted by this sudden family dispute.

Old Mrs. Zhou gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her wrinkled hands, muttering her daughter's name. Her helplessness and sadness seemed to penetrate the thin night and touch everyone's heartstrings.

The villagers gathered around and looked at the old man's trembling figure, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathy in their hearts.

They discussed privately, hoping that the conflict between Zhou Xiaoyun and her family could be resolved. After all, the bond of family affection is always worth people's efforts to maintain.

However, when night fell completely and the lights in the village were lit one by one, the quarrels in the Zhou family became more intense.

As more details came to light, the villagers' attitudes began to change.

They realized that things were far more complicated than they seemed. Although Zhou Xiaoyun's behavior was impulsive, she also had her own reasons, and the child who was innocently implicated in the storm was even more pitiful.

As a result, the sympathy they once had was gradually replaced by understanding and silence, and the villagers chose not to easily intervene in this family dispute.

Xie Yi and Xu Xiufang returned home, and the light coming from the house seemed particularly warm.

Xu Xiaohua had fallen asleep with her child, leaving the newlyweds facing each other in silence in the night.

There was a hint of hesitation in Xu Xiufang's eyes, and she whispered to Xie Yi that she wanted to take a bath, with a hint of request in her tone.

An imperceptible blush passed across Xie Yi's face. Recalling the last time he helped Xu Xiufang prepare bath water, an inexplicable sense of embarrassment and sweetness surged in his heart.