She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

But if Widow Huang portrays herself as so kind and loving, is she truly a loving mother?

Grandma Xia didn't think so.

It's obvious that she doesn't dare to openly admit to her children's friends that she has "friendships" with those men, which means she knows that what she's doing is wrong.

Even if it's wrong, you still have to do it. If the truth comes out and people come to cause trouble, it will affect the child.

Did she think that saying she didn't know him would make everyone believe her?

Even if her child's friends are young, they're not stupid; how could they not be suspicious?

Since she knew this would affect the child, why did she still do it? If she were truly a loving mother, willing to give everything for her child, she shouldn't have done it in the first place, and shouldn't have started this.

Is going to work really that difficult for her? Is it really worse than death? Can a mother who is willing to give everything for her child really choose to let her child suffer criticism rather than go to work?

Grandma Xia had doubts about what she said, so she spoke her mind directly.

Widow Huang was stunned. She opened her mouth to refute, but she had really done it. She knew it was a bad thing when she did it, but she hadn't thought about the child. She really hadn't thought about it to this extent.

She just felt that this was a quick way to make money, and it wasn't tiring. She could make so much money just by saying a few nice words, so why should she go to work?

She had always considered herself superior to women like Old Lady Xia. Although she was selfish, she ensured that she and her children lived better lives than they and their children. However, these words made her feel that all her original ideas had been overturned.

But then, something even more unbearable happened.

Grandma Xia said, "You said the money you spent wasn't these men's money, but your husband's compensation from back then. It's easy to find out; just take the police to the factory and ask, and they'll know immediately."

"Check the prices of all those nice clothes and shoes you wore before, and all the food, clothing and daily necessities you showed off. Let's ask the people in this area to recall what kind of good materials you used to make, and calculate your family's expenses. We'll soon be able to figure out whether your husband's compensation is enough to cover your expenses over the years."

“Huang Li, you haven’t done any work in the past few years. Even if you have, you’ve only taken on some low-paying handicraft jobs. The money you’ve earned probably isn’t even enough to cover the cost of the fabric for your clothes. So, we just need to know whether these expenses match the compensation your men are paying to know if you’ve accepted money from these men.”

"Judging from the summer shirt you're wearing, you must make yourself at least four new outfits a year. Your husband has been dead for five or six years. The compensation he paid for your clothes probably wouldn't even cover your own expenses. So tell me, where did all that extra money come from?"

Widow Huang stammered, unable to speak.

Grandma Xia continued, "Why don't you speak up? If you really don't know these people, do you have even more shady ways of making money that you're afraid to say?"

The more the widow listened, the more frightened she became. This old hag was starting to smear her. If she didn't admit it, she might be portrayed as the same kind of dirty and bad women as those women, which was the last thing she could accept.

"No, you're talking nonsense, you're just spouting nonsense!" Widow Huang shouted. She could already see her precious daughter's friends starting to distance themselves from her, their eyes filled with disdain.

Grandma Xia: "Then tell me, what legitimate business do you have that allows your family to live so comfortably after using up your husband's compensation money?"

Widow Huang slowly walked up to Old Lady Xia and said, "Why should I tell you how to make money? Who do you think you are?"

After saying that, she raised her hand, ready to slap Old Lady Xia across the face.

Who told her to dig up her secrets so easily? She couldn't think of anything to say in response. But then she thought, no matter what, nobody would share their money-making methods, and even if she didn't have them, it wouldn't stop her from using that as an excuse.

They're not stupid; who would explain how to make money to everyone?

Old Chen happened to be right next to her, and before the slap even landed, he had already been thinking a lot.

If Grandma Xia were still the same as before, he wouldn't have to worry about anything. Grandma Xia would handle everything herself. He would just need to come out and be a good person when things were almost over and gain a good reputation.

But now, Old Mrs. Xia is not the same Old Mrs. Xia as before. No one knows what she will do if that slap really lands on her face.

Of course, Old Chen wasn't afraid of other people getting into trouble; he was mainly afraid that after that madwoman, Old Lady Xia, finished dealing with the outsiders, she would go home and deal with him.

After all, if he just stood next to her and did nothing, it might start a new round of family war.

It wasn't that he was afraid of that old hag; he just... well, he just didn't want any instability in the family. He'd lived with that woman for most of his life, and he didn't want them to start causing trouble all the time.

Moreover, in the end, he was at fault. If he had kept a tighter grip on the money, his wife wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess.

He wasn't really afraid of Old Lady Xia!

In those few seconds, Old Chen thought of many things. He had already moved his body towards Old Lady Xia, ready to shield her from the blow.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiangbei's youngest son was even faster. He stumbled and pushed Old Lady Xia away, and then Widow Huang's slap landed on his head, causing him to scream loudly.

Chen Xiangnan came out immediately, "Third brother, are you alright, third brother!"

"My God, it's all red! You're not going to be beaten into a fool, are you? Aunt Huang, you're too ruthless! You're beating someone to death!"

Grandma Xia was stunned, and so was Old Chen. Was their third son actually a filial child?

Although she didn't understand, Old Mrs. Xia immediately squatted down and cried out, "Third son, don't scare your mother, boohoo... Is there no justice in this world?"

Old Chen's hands trembled as he shouted, "I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police! If my son gets beaten into a mentally impaired state, I'll fight you to the death!"

Chen Xiangbei was held in his second brother's arms and almost couldn't breathe. Actually, it only hurt for a moment, and then it didn't hurt anymore. It wasn't as uncomfortable as being held tightly in his second brother's arms.

"Brother, I feel unwell..." Chen Xiangbei said indistinctly, hoping that his second brother would let him go.

Chen Xiangnan: "Third brother, third brother, don't scare your brother..."

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows towards his chest. Chen Xiangbei didn't understand, but he had cooperated with his second brother once before and knew that his second brother had his own ideas, which were probably wicked.

Chen Xiangbei suspected that he had just been pushed, and that the culprit was him.

But what could he do? Oh well, what could he do? He was his second brother after all!

Chen Xiangbei buried her head in his arms again, sobbing.