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

In Chen Mei's eyes, Chen Xianghong is a carbon copy of Old Lady Xia. Old Lady Xia is a hardworking and diligent ox, and Chen Xianghong is a hardworking and diligent little ox, someone who doesn't need to be taken seriously.

She knew her older brother; he always favored boys over girls and treated Old Madam Xia very poorly, rarely caring about his daughters either. So it didn't matter how they bullied her, which was the key to fueling her arrogance.

Chen Mei glanced towards Old Chen and noticed that he was also subtly looking in their direction. Chen Mei was a little puzzled; when did her older brother become so concerned about women's affairs?

Old Chen was praying silently that everyone would get through the day safely. But what he didn't expect was that before Old Lady Xia went crazy, Chen Xianghong's little mouth started spewing nonsense like it had swallowed gunpowder.

Chen Mei's face was very pale. She had been scolded by the little ox, so her expression was bound to be unpleasant. If Chen Xianghong had always been this strong-willed, Chen Mei wouldn't have been so angry after being scolded today.

In the past, Chen Xianghong had a temper like a lamb, and anyone could step on her, and she would still have to smile and apologize. But being scolded by someone like this, Chen Mei felt that her authority had been challenged.

Her face was ashen as she glared at Chen Xianghong. "Xianghong, do you even respect your elders? Do you even care about me? Didn't your mother teach you how to respect your elders? You've been working in the countryside for so many years, and as you get older, your manners have deteriorated. You're becoming less and less like a member of the Chen family."

“You must remember that you are not some girl without a mother. Even if you never come back from the countryside, you still grew up in the city. Don’t let those disreputable farmers who toil in the fields be assimilated.”

“I’m your aunt, not your enemy. We relatives are supposed to help each other. That’s how we’ve always done things, and we’ve all gotten along well. Why are you arguing with me this time? Your mother isn’t saying anything, so what right do you, a junior, have to speak?”

"You really have no manners. Hurry up and go say hello to your third aunt. She's different from you; she grew up in a wealthy family. Prepare her food right away so she doesn't have to wait."

Chen Mei hadn't been in contact with her older brother's family for a long time and didn't know that Chen Xianghong had already returned from the countryside and was working at the supply and marketing cooperative in Shanghai. Not only was the job respectable, but she had also developed a smooth tongue.

Chen Xianghong sneered, "Auntie, I'm already giving you a huge favor by still calling you auntie. I just said, if you're still so old and can't recognize yourself, you should look in the mirror more often."

"My mother is your eldest sister-in-law, and instead of serving her respectfully, you expect her to serve your third aunt? Do you have a brain? Have you been eating rice or shit all these years? Why don't you ask my grandmother to crawl out of her coffin and cook for her?" Chen Xianghong didn't hold back her voice; instead, she shouted even louder.

"Auntie, you don't expect Xinhe's mother-in-law to do your laundry and cook for you again, do you? If she refuses, are you going to storm into their door and yell at her? Is her mother-in-law from the countryside or the city? Does she have a job or not? When you look at her, do you look like you've already dug up her ancestors for eighteen generations?"

"If her in-laws had jobs and status, you'd be licking their boots. But if they don't have jobs or status, you'd be looking down on them, wouldn't you?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, does my brother-in-law, whom I haven't even met yet, know what kind of person you are? I hope they don't regret marrying into your family, and my sister Xinhe ends up being kicked out and becoming a divorced woman."

The first few sentences were from when she heard Sister Sun's own mother cursing her at the supply and marketing cooperative in Haishi. There were even more offensive things to say, but she only remembered these few sentences, which just happened to come in handy.

Sure enough, those words were incredibly hurtful; Chen Mei was trembling with rage. Her daughter hadn't even had her wedding yet, and this little bitch was already cursing her and threatening divorce. Even with her good temper, she couldn't tolerate it, let alone Chen Mei, who was known for her bad temper.

She was only gentle in front of her husband and children; she was always arrogant and haughty in front of the relatives she looked down on. Old Mrs. Xia suffered a lot of bullying from her in the first few years after she married into the family.

And her daughter, who was about to get married, looked exactly like Chen Mei; they truly were mother and daughter. Therefore, Chen Xianghong felt no remorse whatsoever when she scolded her.

She is very angry right now, extremely angry that they look down on her and her mother, and hate that they disrespect her family.

She felt there was no need to associate with such a family. If she offended them, so be it. At worst, her father would get angry with her because of their sibling relationship and give her a good scolding.

If all else fails, she can just go to Shanghai early if she gets kicked out. What's the big deal?

Chen Mei felt that even if she couldn't compare to her third aunt, her life had been smoother than that of other girls from other families. She had never heard anyone point their finger at her and curse like that, let alone a junior. So she immediately raised her hand to slap her.

“Your mother raised you to be like this. You’re still a country bumpkin at heart. You even disrespect your grandmother who passed away many years ago. I’ve said it before, your mother is not worthy of my older brother. She’s a despicable person who’s rotten to the core. Since she won’t teach you, I’ll teach you a lesson in her place.”

After hearing these derogatory words, Old Lady Xia suddenly turned her head and stared straight at Old Chen. Just then, Old Chen was also looking at them, and their eyes met unexpectedly.

"It's all over," Old Chen thought with a jolt, realizing he was in deep trouble.

He immediately wanted to run over and personally teach his younger sister a lesson, rather than have her beaten to death by Old Lady Xia.

He shouted, "Chen Mei, she's your sister-in-law! Are you crazy to say such a thing?"

No matter how fast Old Chen spoke, he couldn't outrun Old Lady Xia's hands. She smashed the bowl of brown sugar water she was holding onto Chen Mei's head.

The day before Song Xin's wedding banquet, her biological mother was slapped on the head.

Luckily, the bowl was of good quality and didn't break. Chen Mei had a large bump on her head, but it didn't bleed.

Chen Mei was stunned. Song Tiancheng, who was watching his wife argue, was also stunned. All the men chatting and bragging outside were stunned, except for Old Chen.

When Old Chen rushed over, Song Tiancheng thought he wasn't acting like a man. What kind of man meddles in women's business? At most, they'd argue, or maybe pull each other's hair and fight—what serious could possibly happen?

It wasn't until he saw with his own eyes that his wife's forehead was smashed by a bowl, leaving a large bump, that he clearly saw the murderous intent in Old Mrs. Xia's eyes. His sister-in-law, who had been gentle and mild-mannered since she married into the family more than twenty years ago, really wanted to make his wife bleed.

Chen Mei was going crazy. Her forehead was throbbing with pain, and for a moment, she had felt her vision go black. Her despicable sister-in-law had actually dared to hit her.

"Ah—I'll fight you to the death! I'm going to kill you today!" Chen Mei went crazy, raising her hand to slap Old Lady Xia, grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the wall, and biting her ear until it was torn off.

She couldn't bear this humiliation. Today, either Xia Yue'e would die or she would suffer a fate worse than death.