The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

It was as if the whole world had stopped. The taste of the pastries had already turned into the nectar of happiness in his heart and he could no longer taste it.

Su Yu said affectionately and seriously: "I know you love Xier and want to bring all the beauty in the world to her, but please remember that the premise of love is to cherish yourself. Excessive sacrifice, over time, the child may take it all for granted, and then, you may cultivate a child who does not know how to be grateful."

Jiang Ziling agreed deeply after hearing this and secretly vowed to remember this teaching.

Xier, who was standing aside, stared at Su Yu with her big watery eyes in confusion.

It seems like he is asking why someone says that he will become an ungrateful person in the future.

Her little face was full of dissatisfaction. She quickly jumped off the stool, stretched out her tender little hands, and motioned Jiang Ziling to pick her up.

Once embraced in the warm arms of his father.

She fed Jiang Ziling all the cakes in her hand without hesitation.

That stubbornness and persistence clearly declared his innocence and gratitude.

Su Yu was amused by this scene and laughed continuously. She gently pinched Xier's chubby little face, and said lovingly: "Our Xier is the most sensible one. How could this happen? Right, my little darling?"

Xier nodded heavily with a determined look on her face.

At this moment, all these harmonious and warm scenes sounded so harsh and unbearable to Zhao's ears.

She looked at Jiang Youfu, who was grinning foolishly with drool hanging from the corners of his mouth, and felt mixed emotions in her heart. She couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, you, why did you provoke that woman who is regarded as a disaster by everyone?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao's eyes became moist, and tears poured out with sobs, "My son, where will you go in the future..."

These lamentations seem to be telling of a mother's unspeakable worries and anxieties.

Fang Qin held the pink baby tightly in her arms and rocked it gently.

She walked softly towards the haggard Zhao, her voice gentle but firm, like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, trying to penetrate the haze: "Mother, don't be sad anymore. The curator's words are still ringing in my ears. As long as we work hard, the dawn of hope will still shine."

Zhao suddenly raised her head, a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, and she stared straight at Fang Qin. Her eyes seemed to penetrate all the hypocritical masks.

The scene in his memory was vivid. When that little girl Su Yu was chasing him, that woman Fang Qin disappeared like a rabbit.

And at this moment, she actually has the nerve to put on a sympathetic look and come here to pretend to care?

Even though Su Yu is a hard-to-control little bitch, isn't it easy to deal with a lazy woman like this?

Zhao's lips were pursed into a cold line, and she rebuked him mercilessly, "You useless thing! If it weren't for me standing in front of you, you lazy bone, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to eat a mouthful of warm soil! I was really blind to let Youfu marry a burden like you. You can't even take care of your own man, and let him be beaten like this. What else can you do besides holding a child? You are a waste. If you know what's good for you, get out of here and don't bother me!"

Fang Qin's body trembled slightly. After a moment of shock, anger gradually rose in her eyes, like a burning wasteland, hot and unstoppable.

How dare this old woman humiliate her like this?

Back then, it was the Jiang family who proposed marriage again and again, and it was the Zhao family who made the promise personally.

She agreed to the marriage only after she was told that she didn't need to interfere in any household affairs.

And now, he turned around and accused her of being lazy?

She straightened her chest, pointed her finger at Zhao's nose, and said in a voice as cold as a passing wind: "You old man, you are talking nonsense! What kind of character is your own son, and you don't know it in your heart? He is idle all day long, indulging in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. Who in the surrounding area doesn't know that he is a scum? If it weren't for your mere betrothal gift of a few dozen taels, and if it weren't for your shameless betrothal gift of a few dozen taels, and if my parents were in urgent need of money to arrange a marriage for my brother, how could I be willing to step into the threshold of your Jiang family?"

"He stayed up late at night and sneaked into other people's homes. Who knows what he was thinking? He was beaten like this, and it was all his own fault. To be honest, he was lucky that he didn't die. If he died, you can find a new love and live your life as usual."

Zhao was stunned when she heard this. She couldn't believe that this woman dared to curse her husband!

Anger burned like a raging fire in her chest. She pointed her trembling fingers at Fang Qin, but could only squeeze out a few words: "You...you crazy woman..."

Fang Qin waved Zhao's hand away fiercely, her anger not diminishing at all, and her voice was as loud as a bell: "And you, old woman, you got humiliated outside and were beaten like a stray dog, why didn't you make a sound then? Now you come to me and show off? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Her action frightened the child in her arms, and the little one burst into tears.

Fang Qin patted the child gently, soothing him softly, and ordered without question: "I'm hungry, why don't you go and cook? Don't let my beloved child starve!"

Her eyes were sharp and determined, completely different from the submissive Xie Xinghua of the past.

The tolerance in the past was only because the Jiang family was rich. Although there were beatings and scoldings, their life was still relatively comfortable.

Without having to work, why should she care about those dirty trivial matters? But this does not mean that she has no bottom line.

Jiang Youfu is no longer mentally competent, so the position of the Jiang family's helmsman should naturally be held by a capable person.

Zhao looked at the aggressive Fang Qin and fell down on the stool involuntarily. In a trance, Fang Qin's resolute figure seemed to overlap with her younger self.

"What retribution!"

Zhao burst into tears and then banged on Xie Xinghua's door in panic, "Are you still alive, you lazy guy? It's already daybreak, why don't you get up and cook!"

Xie Xinghua gently turned Jiang Wangshan's body sideways, making sure he was lying more comfortably. Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if this was an indispensable daily ritual for her.

Just as she was about to tuck in the quilt for Jiang Wangshan, a burst of fierce shouting and cursing suddenly broke out outside the door.

The sound penetrated the walls and struck people's hearts.

Her expression tensed, and she quickly put down the work in her hands and walked out of the room quickly.

Outside the door, the argument between Zhao and Fang Qin was like a thunderstorm on a summer afternoon, sudden and fierce.

Xie Xinghua stood at the door, catching every word clearly.

Those words were like a knife cutting through the air. Even though she heard them through the wall, she could feel the indescribable irritability and unhappiness in her mother-in-law's heart.

She knew very well that any intervention at this moment might backfire, so she chose silence and avoidance, lowered her head, with a habitual, slightly humble smile on her face, trying her best to make herself inconspicuous.

This may be her wisdom for surviving in a complicated family.