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Chapter 55 Losing control
Wen Ya was generally satisfied with Zheng Feng. If she had to point out any shortcomings, it would be that Zheng Feng was too "peace-oriented," even giving people the impression of being "weak and incompetent."

When he gets into conflict with someone, he always chooses to give way immediately, always talking about the "principle of giving way to the happy," and he doesn't even dare to raise some reasonable demands.

When his mother and wife had a conflict, his "weakness" resurfaced, especially when faced with his aggressive and venomous mother...

He knew that the root of the problem lay with him, but he still didn't have the courage to tell the truth, let alone stop his mother from "throwing a tantrum" in the building.

Wen Ya stared at Zheng Feng, seeing his face full of helplessness, guilt, and pleading, yet he showed no sign of taking any action. Her disappointment and anger had reached their peak.

And there was an old woman beside her who kept fanning the flames.

"Can a normal person not have children? It's just that you were not upright when you were young and ruined your body." The old lady held up a megaphone, and her voice grew louder and louder. "You are just a hen that can't lay eggs, the stinking bitch who caused our family to be childless and be eaten up."

These words were like a sharp dagger, completely severing the string of reason in Wenya's heart.

"A hen that can't lay eggs? I ruined my body? Do I need to spell it out who's incapable!" Wenya turned her head, ignoring her incompetent and weak husband, and stared directly at the fierce-looking old lady, coldly saying:
“My daily medical check-up reports are all perfectly healthy. Should I go and get your son’s medical report so that all the neighbors on this floor can see it?”

Seeing Wenya's confident demeanor, the old lady's heart skipped a beat. But the stage had already been set up, and she couldn't go down for the time being. She could only force herself to maintain the scene, but her voice was much lower than before.

"Trying to shift the blame to others? Fine, go and get the report. Can you even produce it? Let everyone here see it."

There were quite a few people standing on this floor at the moment. There were three people still sitting in the small area of ​​the stairwell, and as for the corridor on this floor, there were a full seven people standing there.

Everyone had been woken up by the noise in the morning and wanted to come up and stop it, but no one did. They all stood aside and silently watched the drama unfold.

Most people enjoy watching a spectacle, and topics involving vulgarity can hold a lot of people's attention.

But while everyone was watching the spectacle, no one was a fool. Judging from Wen Ya's confident demeanor, the old lady's softened tone, and Zheng Feng's flushed face and expression of wanting to disappear into the ground, one could roughly deduce the ins and outs of the matter.

Many people cast amused glances at Zheng Feng, and two of them even burst out laughing.

These things had already made Zheng Feng feel utterly ashamed, but when he saw his wife walking into the house, seemingly to get the test report, he completely panicked.

Even if the argument gets heated, people will start paying attention to it again in a few days; but if Wenya really produces the medical report today, he will undoubtedly be completely nailed to the pillar of shame.

And once these people get home, they'll definitely tell their families and neighbors about it, and the news will spread like wildfire...

Zheng Feng couldn't even imagine that one day he would walk through the neighborhood and someone would be whispering behind his back.

"Hey, it's this person. He's not healthy enough to have children."

"I think so too. He's so weak, he looks like he'll never have children."

Zheng Feng couldn't imagine himself becoming the laughingstock of the neighborhood, so he quickly grabbed Wen Ya, who was passing by, and whispered, "Aya, what are you doing!"

Wenya didn't speak, only glanced at her with a hint of mockery in her eyes. At this moment, she was also caught up in the moment, only thinking about exploding with the old lady, as for the consequences, she would worry about them later.

In Wen Ya's view, Zheng Feng's current actions have brought the word "selfish and incompetent" to its extreme.

"I was just slandered by your mother, and you stood by like a candle, and now that you're involved, you're the one talking, huh!" Enraged, Wen Ya flung Zheng Feng's hand away and continued walking inside. Zheng Feng, realizing he was about to be branded a disgrace, was frantic with worry, and the mocking laughter from the few clueless people in the hallway only fueled his anger.

When most people encounter trouble, they subconsciously shift the greater responsibility onto others.

Why did my mom have to come today? Why did she have to come and ruin my life?

"And Aya too. I usually dote on her to the extreme, why doesn't she give me any face at all... All she had to do was appease my mom, why did she have to make everyone lose face!"

Zheng Feng stood there, his fists clenched tightly, feeling as if his internal organs were burning.

The next second, he watched as Wenya walked out of the room, holding a report in her hand...

"Aya, are you really going to embarrass me in front of so many people?!" Zheng Feng's voice was low, but the anger and panic in his tone were obvious.

"I'll make you lose face. Where were you when your mother slandered me?" Wen Ya sneered and took a step forward.

Seeing that he was about to become a laughing stock, Zheng Feng completely lost control of his emotions, grabbed Wen Ya, and then...

"Snapped!"

A hard slap landed on Wenya's face, leaving a bright red handprint on her fair and elegant face.

The slap was quite forceful, causing Wenya to sway her entire body. Fortunately, she managed to steady herself by holding onto the wall.

Looking at her husband, whose face was flushed and who was panting heavily, Wenya was stunned for two seconds before slapping him back.

"Snapped!"

After delivering a slap and leaving a contemptuous, mocking look, she put down the report, grabbed her bag hanging to the side, and strode out of the house.

While waiting for the elevator, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing in the hallway.

The next second, the elevator doors slowly opened, and she quickly stepped inside, then descended with the elevator.

……

Zheng Feng stood there, looking at his messy home, the neighbors watching the commotion outside, and the culprit behind all the problems—the old woman with the megaphone.

That is, his mother.

"What are you all looking at? What's so interesting!" Zheng Feng roared irritably, picked up a glass and smashed it down, then turned and went into the room.

The crowd outside looked at each other in bewilderment, and gradually dispersed like birds and beasts. Only the old woman, after a moment of stunned silence, slowly squatted down and picked up the shards of glass.

(End of this chapter)