Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

Grandma Wang nodded and tapped the ground with her cane:

"That's right! One time I passed by your house and saw Panpan bringing you water for washing your feet.

Who can help but praise his attentiveness when seeing it?

Zhao Damei's face flushed red, and she yelled at the top of her voice:

"So what if she did well in the past? Even if my current daughter-in-law is not good, she gave me a big fat grandson!

What about you? You might not even be able to hold your grandchildren!"

Sister Li stamped her feet in anger and stepped forward to question:

"The big fat grandson is a treasure, so does that mean Panpan's efforts are worthless?

Your current daughter-in-law sleeps until noon every day, doesn't take care of housework at all, and requires you to serve her meals.

Just for the sake of a grandson, you're going against your conscience and saying Panpan is worthless?"

The crowd suddenly exploded with accusations coming one after another.

Zhao Damei was speechless, her face turning pale and red, but she still stiffened her neck and refused to give in, muttering, "Anyway, my grandson is my family, what do you know!"

Zhao Damei walked home angrily with her arms swinging. Along the way, she couldn't help kicking the dog when she saw it. The dog was so scared that it hid in its den with its tail between its legs.

As soon as she stepped into the house, she kicked the small stool at the door away, cursing: "A bunch of nosy people, why do you always help Lin Panpan?"

Zhou Jun came out yawning and said, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Is breakfast ready?"

"What's for breakfast?" She yelled into the room at the top of her lungs, spit flying, "Call Shen Chuxia out and let her cook! She's so lazy and gluttonous every day, thinking she's the eldest daughter!"

As she spoke, she slammed the rag in her hand onto the table, causing the dishes and chopsticks on the table to clink.

Zhou Jun came out of the inner room with dark circles under his eyes, his hair disheveled, and a tired look on his face. "Mom, can you please stop making noise?"

His voice was hoarse and full of weariness: "I didn't sleep at all last night. The two children cried all night long."

When Zhao Damei heard this, she didn't calm down. Instead, she snorted coldly, took a step forward, and almost poked Zhou Jun in the face with her finger:

"The child must be hungry! Look at the wonderful wife you married, Lin Panpan, who gives red envelopes to children in the village, one yuan each.

Look at Shen Chuxia, she's idle all day and doesn't even take care of her children!"

Zhou Jun pursed his lips. In fact, he had long been extremely dissatisfied with Shen Chuxia's behavior.

These days, Shen Chuxia either goes shopping with heavy makeup on, or stays in bed reading, ignoring her two children.

The child was crying non-stop last night and he was busy and exhausted, but Shen Chuxia was sleeping soundly with a cotton ball.

The child had poop that was smelly, so he had to put down what he was doing and clean up the child and change his diaper.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the heart-wrenching cry of a child from the inner room again.

Zhou Jun frowned and walked quickly into the house. He saw two children with tear marks on their faces, their little cheeks flushed red, and their little hands waving in the air.

He was heartbroken, so he gently held the children in his arms, patted their backs, and soothed them softly: "Don't cry, baby, daddy is here."

Zhou Jun held two sobbing children in his arms, staring intently at Shen Chuxia who was sleeping soundly on the bed and said, "Get up!"

Shen Chuxia was awakened by the roar. She frowned sleepily and said impatiently, "What are you crazy about?! Stop pulling my hand, it hurts so much!"

Zhou Jun put the child aside, clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion, and stared coldly at Shen Chuxia: "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear the two children crying? Will coming out to hold them exhaust you to death?"

Shen Chuxia suddenly shook off Zhou Jun's hand and sat up from the bed, her eyes full of disdain:

"Why are you mad at me? These two children belong to your Zhou family, so naturally they should be yours.

I'm also very tired every day, why should I be made to do all this? "

Zhou Jun could no longer suppress his anger and kicked the stool next to him hard.

The stool fell to the ground with a clang, scaring the two children so much that they cried even louder.

"Shen Chuxia!" Zhou Jun gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't give you money, you won't even have food to eat! Marrying you is really unlucky for me!"

Shen Chuxia sneered calmly and reached out to tidy up her messy hair:

"That's not what you said at the beginning. You said marrying me, an educated youth, would be a blessing for your ancestors.

What, you regret it now? It's too late! I've already entered your house, what can you do to me?

You were the one who abandoned Lin Panpan and married me, so why are you pretending to be a good person now? "

Zhou Jun was so angry that he was shaking all over. He took a step forward and grabbed Shen Chuxia's collar with both hands: "Are you going to get up? If you don't get up, believe it or not, I will beat you to death."

A flash of panic flashed across Shen Chuxia's eyes, but she quickly regained her arrogance and struggled to break free from Zhou Jun's hand: "How dare you! In a few years, my dad will take me back to the capital. When that happens, you'll be in big trouble!"

Shen Chuxia slowly got up from the bed, put on a thick cotton jacket, and combed her hair carefully in front of the mirror: "Get up if you want, and don't touch me!"

She turned around and glared at Zhou Jun: "Don't think I'm afraid of you. When I return to the capital, you will have the chance to beg me."

Zhou Jun's chest heaved violently, staring at Shen Chuxia fiercely, and sneered:

“You haven’t returned to the capital yet, so you should be working in this house!

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, relatives are about to come to pay their respects, but you don’t even cook a meal. What on earth are you thinking of doing?

Shen Chuxia crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows nonchalantly, and with a mocking smile on her face, she casually flipped her hair and responded sharply: "I can't cook. It's not the first day you know it. Can you swallow the food I cook?"

Zhou Jun was furious. Every time he asked Shen Chuxia to cook, the rice was always burnt and a thick layer of rice crust formed at the bottom of the pot.

When cooking, the food is so salty that it makes people cough, as if all the salt in a year has been poured into it.

Let her wash the dishes, and within a few moments, the sound of broken porcelain will be heard.

At first, the whole family hoped that she could share the housework, but as time went on, everyone realized that she either made trouble on purpose or didn't want to work at all.

"Lin Panpan is more sensible than you!" Zhou Jun could no longer suppress his anger and roared at the top of his voice:

“People get up early in the morning to give red envelopes to the children in the village, one yuan per person!

What about you? You're idle all day long. It would be nice if Panpan was here with you. "

On the side, Zhou Cheng and Zhou Rong looked at each other.

Today, they can speak some simple words and barely express their ideas.

Zhou Rong's eyes were red, and her voice was filled with tears as she whispered, "Mom..."

Zhou Cheng glanced at her, sighed helplessly, and looked depressed: "What's the use, she won't come back."

When Zhou Rong heard this, tears welled up in her eyes. She missed Lin Panpan so much.

In her previous life, Lin Panpan cared for them very much and took care of them meticulously.

But now that Lin Panpan is gone, the house is cold and lonely, and life is so difficult that it makes people despair.