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

Jiang Wenhua blocked the doorway. "Dad... never mind, Uncle. If you let them take my sister back, she probably won't be alive when we meet again."

Mr. Qiu: "You're talking nonsense. Your brother-in-law is an honest man. Don't start talking about him like that."

Jiang Wenhua: "If he were an honest man, my sister wouldn't be in this state now. He kept saying he wanted a child, but he abused her so much that she miscarried and almost lost her life. If he were an honest man, then I would be the most honest man in the world."

Mr. Qiu: "That's because your sister is unwell, how can you blame him?"

Jiang Wenhua: "My sister wasn't like this before she got married. If you say they treated my sister well, even a fool wouldn't believe it."

Mr. Qiu: "What do you know, someone whose mind is only on money? Every family has its own way of living. Don't meddle, okay? If your brother-in-law doesn't want your sister anymore, then you'll really be the one who ruined her life."

Jiang Wenhua was so angry her head was spinning. "You mean, if we get a divorce, my sister has to die?"

Mr. Qiu: "A good woman is one who remains faithful to her husband until death. Otherwise, what use is she? Does she just bring shame to the Qiu family?"

Jiang Wenhua: "You're an illiterate man who can't even read a few characters, yet you're talking about family traditions? Where did you hear that from?"

Mr. Qiu: "Never mind where I heard it from, just tell me if I'm right or not?"

Jiang Wenhua: "So you and my mother are both in your second marriage? Does that mean my mother isn't a good woman?"

Mr. Qiu: "Yes, your mother herself told me that if you weren't still young and she wanted to leave a bloodline for the Jiang family, she would have gone down with your biological father."

Jiang's mother suddenly opened the door a crack, and a weak voice came out, "Wenhua, I'm sorry to your father and your uncle. I will repay their debts in my next life, even if it means working like a cow or a horse."

Jiang Wenhua stared wide-eyed. "What debt are you going to pay off this time?"

He never expected that after all his struggle, the biggest remnant of feudalism would be his own mother. "Mom, what's going on in your head?"

Jiang's mother glanced at him sadly, and then... she closed the door.

Jiang Wenhua looked at the men in front of him, who were about to take people away aggressively, and then looked at the two people behind him who were not on his side, behind the closed door. He felt extremely exhausted.

He offended Lao Xia this morning, and Lao Xia definitely won't help him. Now he's facing so many people all by himself.

Based on his survival skills honed since childhood, he should open the door now, let his blockhead sister inside be taken away by them, and then, to avoid being angered to death, never get involved in their affairs again.

However, Jiang Wenhua was struggling internally. He got along well with the children in his adoptive father's family, and they had relied on each other since childhood. Even though his actions later caused some of his older siblings' marriages to be unsuccessful, they were mostly tolerant of him and would prepare a gift for him during holidays.

Feelings were there, anger was there, and disappointment and frustration filled Jiang Wenhua's mind.

Finally, all his emotions were suppressed, leaving only one thought: even if his sister resented him, he couldn't just stand by and watch her go to her death.

Even if his sister is a bit of a simpleton, she's still his sister. When they were little, he often saved his own food to feed his youngest sister.

"I'm telling you right now, I'm not letting my sister go with you. Try barging in and see how much money I've lost... I wonder how you'll compensate me." Jiang Wenhua simply resorted to his most skilled method of shamelessly demanding money.

With his terrible name of being a greedy money-grubber, coupled with these words, if any idiot dares to break into his house and take his sister away, he really won't be polite.

Qiu's father and several members of Qiu Rong's in-laws knew Jiang Wenhua's wicked nature well; he had almost prevented them from marrying Qiu Rong, this gullible woman. So, they all spoke harshly but dared not step forward.

Mr. Qiu was furious and even began to regret getting together with Mrs. Jiang. If he hadn't married her, he wouldn't have had Jiang Wenhua as his adopted son, he wouldn't have almost ruined his youngest daughter's marriage, and he wouldn't be in this predicament now.

"I'm your father, and you're going to hand me over to the police?" Mr. Qiu didn't believe it. Although this kid wasn't his biological son, he treated him well and respected him like a real father.

Jiang Wenhua: "You just said you're not my father, you're my uncle. If you're my uncle, I'm going to hand you over to the police and you'll have to compensate me."

Mr. Qiu: "You... since I'm your uncle, not your father, then my daughter isn't your sister. What kind of person are you to lock her up in your house without permission? Believe me or not, I'll report this to the police too."

Jiang Wenhua was dumbfounded. How did this old man suddenly become so smart?

At this moment, the door behind Jiang Wenhua opened, and Qiu Rong staggered out of the house, her face as white as a ghost. "Dad, I'm going back with them."

Mr. Qiu nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "Dad knew you were the most sensible. Unlike your brother, what good is a clever mind if he has such a bad character? He actually tried to break you up with my son-in-law."

Qiu Rong was not feeling well, so her reply was weak and listless: "Wenhua is fine, Dad, please don't always talk about him outside. I won't get a divorce, and I won't bring shame to the family."

Mr. Qiu rolled his eyes at Jiang Wenhua, “Always remember what I told you when you got married: listen to your husband’s family, do more work, have more children for them, be more tolerant, and a harmonious family brings prosperity.”

Qiu Rong nodded: "When I get back, I'll give my job to my sister-in-law, and I'll take care of the housework at home so that the whole family can live in harmony."

Before the father and daughter could finish speaking, Jiang Wenhua went berserk. This was the first time he had ever acted so out of control in the courtyard. Qiu Rong's in-laws were terrified by his madness and even Qiu Rong couldn't pull him away in time; they ran faster than dogs.

Grandma Xia and the other two watched the farce unfold from their window, and were particularly stunned by what Qiu's father and Qiu Rong said.

Grandma Xia: "Sister, I think there's something wrong with my ears. Were they speaking human language just now?"

Xia Yu'e: "In the past, there were women in our village who treated their husbands like gods, but at least they would consider their own families. I've never seen anyone like them before in all my years of life who would actually give their own flesh and bones to their husband's parents and brothers."

Chen Xiangbei: "Where can you find a wife like that? I want to find one too."

Grandma Xia: "I feel very sad. I feel like she looks a lot like..."

Xia Yu'e: "It looks like what?"

Grandma Xia: "It looks like...it looks like me from before."

Xia Yu'e: "You?"