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

Chen Xiangnan tossed and turned all night, keeping Old Chen and Chen Xiangbei awake.

"Second brother, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Chen Xiangnan sat up abruptly and asked, "Third brother, if—and I mean if—Mom got into a fight with someone, and she found out that her son had secretly gone to that person to mediate and said some things that weren't good for us, what would Mom do?"

Chen Xiangbei was confused and didn't listen to what his second brother said at all.

Old Chen, on the other hand, jumped up upon hearing this and asked in alarm, "Second brother, don't beat around the bush, what good deed have you done?"

Chen Xiangbei was kicked off the bed by Old Chen's action. In the freezing cold, he was wearing only a thin coat and sat on the ground, his mind clearing from the cold.

"Brother, you've made a huge mistake?"

Chen Xiangnan hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself. He had really made a mistake; he had actually dared to speak ill of his own mother to his third aunt. If it were his mother from before, she would have just said it, and at most she would have been sad for a while, given a few mild words of reproach, and he would have comforted her with some nice words, and the matter would have been over.

But now, his mother's fighting power is among the best of all the relatives, and her ruthlessness towards the children is also top-notch. He is filled with anxiety at the thought of his mother's reaction when she finds out.

What's most frightening is that you never know when that knife will come and take his head.

Old Chen pressed Chen Xiangnan about this matter, but Chen Xiangnan wasn't stupid. He knew that the more people knew, the more dangerous it would be. He hadn't been able to resist asking that hypothetical, foolish question, and Old Chen was already furious. It was easy to imagine that if he actually revealed the truth, his father might be tricked into revealing everything, which would be a real problem.

Chen Xiangbei started nagging in his ear like a monk chanting sutras. Chen Xiangnan, annoyed by the constant chatter, simply lay down and covered his face with the blanket, making a clear refusal to answer.

As a result, he was the first of the three to fall asleep.

Old Chen was so frightened that he couldn't sleep all night. He didn't want to lose another son. At the dinner table, he spoke of Chen Xiangdong in a nice and carefree way, but what he really thought was completely different from what he said. He still felt very sorry for Xiangdong's family.

Now that the second son has gotten into this mess, if he really did what he just said that was unclear and Grandma Xia finds out, then the second son's life is in danger.

Then wouldn't he only have his third son, that stupid kid, to smash the pot after he dies?

No, no, no, that can't be! He clearly has three sons, so how did the third son suddenly become the only child?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so he simply woke up his third son and lectured him all night, telling him to be smarter. Chen Xiangbei was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, and he was still being nagged and lectured by his own father all night long. He felt like dying.

The next day, Song Xin got up early, got dressed, had her best friend do her makeup, and was hugged and cried for a while by Chen Mei before waiting for the groom to arrive.

When Chen Mei was crying, Fang Rong went over. She saw the mother and daughter hugging each other and slowly walked up to them, asking, "Hasn't the third son's family arrived yet?"

Fang Rong thought Chen Mei was useless, and asking her was pointless. She should ask someone useful, like Xu Meiyu or Old Chen.

Of course, she thought Old Chen was somewhat inferior to Xu Meiyu, so she put him after Xu Meiyu when she asked for his help.

Chen Mei nodded: "They're probably still asleep, they'll be here soon."

Fang Rong nodded, gave Song Xin a perfunctory blessing, and then left.

Song Xinhe had a very bad feeling. "Mom, I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

Hearing her daughter's words, Chen Mei felt a little flustered. "Mom will go out and keep an eye on her, just in case something really happens."

Chen Mei straightened her daughter's clothes again, then walked out with a smile.

Xu Meiyu hadn't arrived yet, but Old Lady Xia had.

Fang Rong pulled her aside and asked, "Sister-in-law, is brother up yet?"

Grandma Xia shook her head. "I don't know him. He didn't sleep in the same room as me yesterday. Why would you, as his sister-in-law, ask about his whereabouts?"

Fang Rong didn't even bother to answer her. After hearing that Old Chen was gone, she sat back down and stared intently out the door.

Now, it was Grandma Xia's turn to feel uneasy; it seemed that the second son's family was up to something big.

She pulled Chen Xianghong to Song Xinhe's room, praised her enthusiastically for a few moments, and then came out and sat on a stool not far from Fang Rong.

Grandma Xia sat on the left and Chen Mei sat on the right. They were watching them like suspects, not daring to relax for a moment.

Finally, Fang Rong moved. When Grandma Xia looked up, she saw that Chen Weimin and his wife had come into the house.

As she was wondering why Fang Rong had made her move at this moment, Fang Rong nimbly knelt down in front of Xu Meiyu and hugged her legs tightly.

"Sister-in-law, you must save your nephew!"

Xu Meiyu was terrified early in the morning. Anyone would be frightened if someone suddenly knelt down in front of them as soon as they walked into the house.

"Second sister-in-law, what are you doing? Get up quickly. What happened to my nephew?" Xu Meiyu bent down to help her up, but she didn't move and just kept crying to herself.

“My son, Ligang, is about to graduate, but he still hasn’t found a job. His father and I are useless; we don’t have any news about jobs. If you don’t help him soon, he’ll really have to go to the countryside.”

"The countryside is no place for humans; it's a place where you have to work in the fields. Ligang has never done any work in his life; going to the countryside would be like courting death!"

"Third sister-in-law, you've already found a job for Yuhe, so you can definitely help your nephew find one too, right?"

Chen Mei's face was very ugly; Fang Rong's words had completely hit her sore spot.

First, today is her daughter's wedding day, and she keeps bringing up death and other superstitious things—who is she trying to curse? Second, her kneeling so disrespectfully at the front door, with so many relatives and neighbors coming and going, while they didn't jeering or make a scene out of respect for Chen Mei, still embarrass her family. Finally, she keeps mentioning that her third son's family found a job for her son Yuhe—is she eyeing that job?

Chen Mei was even angrier. She didn't even consider what a good-for-nothing her eldest son was. How could he possibly compete with her Yu He for a job? Her son was incompetent, and they, as parents, were even more incompetent and knew nothing about interpersonal relationships. If it weren't for how her family treated her eldest brother's family back then, her third brother's family might have actually given the opportunity to Chen Ligang.

After all, one is a member of the Chen family, and the other is a child born to a married sister-in-law. It's obvious who is closer to whom.

Ultimately, it was their own family's evil deeds that allowed her to reap the benefits.