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

The two were stunned, and Jiang Wenhua finally picked up all the broken pieces of the bowl and placed them on the low cabinet.

Qiu Rong clutched her stomach and slowly walked towards the door. She took a step, but Grandma Xia didn't react. She took another step, and when Grandma Xia still didn't react, she immediately tried to run away.

"Where are you going?" Grandma Xia asked.

Qiu Rong immediately stopped in her tracks. "I see it's getting dark. I don't know if they've eaten yet. They insist on eating my cooking; they can't get used to other people's food."

Jiang's mother was anxious. "Then hurry up and go! How can you let your man go hungry?"

Grandma Xia: That's great, all that I just said was for nothing.

In her extreme anger, Jiang Wenhua suddenly burst out laughing, pointing outside the door, "Go ahead, the moment you leave, I'll go to my good brother-in-law's factory gate and give him a good talking-to. Let's see how your sister-in-law will ever get married, and how your next generation will ever find a wife. I want to see if there are any people like you who would dare to step into his house."

Qiu Rong: "Wen Hua, are you trying to force me to die? I'm your sister, and he's your brother-in-law. Even if we're not blood siblings, I've never wronged you in all these years. Why are you trying to harm us?"

Jiang Wenhua raised an eyebrow: "Think what you want. Anyway, if I ever see you serving them like before again, I'll break your family up. You decide what to do. I won't advise you to get a divorce. If you do, I'll be even less restrained in my actions. So you'd better not get a divorce. Just stay tied to their family. I want to see what you'll do. You know me; there's nothing I can't do if I set my mind to it."

Aside from his sister's wedding, which he thought he had stopped, he was kicked out and didn't follow up, allowing them to take advantage of the situation.

Just now, Jiang Wenhua realized that her sister was destined to be bullied no matter where she went. If she didn't get married in the future, she wouldn't be able to stand it either, so it was better to tie that rotten family to her. As long as she couldn't stand on her own two feet, he would find a way to ruin that family's reputation.

Didn't she want to be a good woman? With this knife hanging over his sister's neck, forcing her to stand up, Jiang Wenhua wanted to see what she would do.

Should she disregard everything and preserve the original appearance, ruining their family's reputation, or should she, for the sake of their family's reputation, become the kind of bad woman she deems wicked?

Jiang Wenhua gritted his teeth. He couldn't stop his sister from courting death, and he couldn't let her and her in-laws have it too easy. If they were unhappy, then his stepfather, whose mind was full of ideas about what women should do and what their fate should be, probably wouldn't be happy either.

Jiang Wenhua felt strangely at peace. If they wanted to drive him crazy, then they might as well all drive each other crazy together.

He was too clear-headed. Even if his sister got divorced, she wouldn't be able to live a good life. She might even worry about being unwanted and die even earlier. It would be better to give her some trouble and let her figure it out herself.

"Go on, sister, go back now. I'll keep an eye on you." Jiang Wenhua smiled calmly, which made Old Lady Xia think he was mentally unstable.

Jiang's mother didn't think anything of it. Since her son had agreed, he was sure that her stepdaughter could get back on track. "Good girl, go ahead and live a happy life from now on."

Jiang Wenhua: "Heh."

Qiu Rong dared not move. Jiang's mother did not understand, but Qiu Rong was a little smarter than Jiang's mother. She understood that her brother wanted to kill her husband's family. Her face was whiter than the blood she had lost the night before.

"Wenhua, please don't do this," Qiu Rong pleaded. "Your brother-in-law is still a very good person."

Jiang Wenhua: "Yes, yes, that's very good. So if I find out that their family treats you badly, that won't do. By the way, Mom, you should also go back to my uncle's house. If my uncle treats you badly, I'll go to my eldest brother's house and make a scene. He values ​​my eldest brother the most, right?"

When it was her turn, Jiang's mother understood immediately. "You...you're trying to kill your father! You ungrateful wretch, have you forgotten who raised you?"

Jiang Wenhua: "My father has been lying underground for more than ten years."

Jiang's mother: "Your eldest brother is your father's... your uncle's... your father's lifeblood."

Jiang Wenhua: "That's great. If my dad says something like that again, I'll go to my brother's factory and make a scene. I'll let everyone in the factory hear how such a good brother of mine could have such a father."

Jiang's mother: "Your eldest brother has treated you well."

Jiang Wenhua: "I also respect my older brother very much, so you go back and tell my dad and uncle not to embarrass my older brother, otherwise I won't care. Not only will I not care, I will also report him to the neighborhood committee for having an outdated mindset. Anyway... you two can decide for yourselves, I mean what I say."

Qiu Rong felt that her life was really bitter.

She couldn't stand by and watch her in-laws' reputation be ruined, but she also couldn't live the good life her brother envisioned; she felt she would be struck by lightning.

It seems her brother meant that it's okay for her to cook, but she can't always cook for herself; it's okay for her to do housework, but she can't always do housework for herself; she can't hand over her salary; she can't be scolded; she can't be a virtuous and good woman.

She couldn't die yet, and she couldn't bear the pain of divorce for her husband's happiness, otherwise her family would suffer her brother's crazy revenge.

She and Jiang Wenhua grew up together; she knew him all too well. Underhanded tactics are terrifying, but blatant revenge is even more so.

Qiu Rong's mouth was full of bitterness, and there was no light in her eyes.

Jiang's mother was both angry and anxious, "I'm your own mother, are you trying to force me to die?"

Jiang Wenhua said in a sinister tone, "Mom, if you're going to die for something like this, I won't bury you with my father after you die."

In one sentence, he directly seized control of Jiang's mother's lifeline. Although she had remarried, she always longed to be buried with her first husband after her death. Yet her only son was threatening her with this. He was an unfilial son and a heartless ingrate.

"Aren't you afraid your dad will come looking for you in the middle of the night?" Jiang's mother was so angry that her face turned pale.

Jiang Wenhua: "Let him come. I'm his only son. I've struggled to grow up, and he hasn't done anything to help me. How dare he come and criticize me?"

Jiang's mother suddenly burst into tears, "How could you do this to me? You're unfilial, unfilial!"

Jiang Wenhua: "Mom, you're shouting like that, much louder than you used to. You'd better let everyone know that I'm not only stingy and greedy, but also unfilial. If you ruin the reputation of our Jiang family and destroy the only bloodline left by my father, I'd like to see how you explain it to my father after you die."

Although Jiang Wenhua knew that once he died, he would know nothing more, let alone give any explanation, it was clear that this tactic was most effective on his mother.

Old Xia's earnest persuasion and coercion had some effect, but it was hard to overcome the education they had received since childhood. However, once they found a weakness, things changed.

Grandma Xia, who was standing to the side, silently took out her notebook and wrote down this useful trick, thinking that she might need it in the future.

Thanks to her apprentice Qiao Yi, Xia Tai has also developed the good habit of carrying a notebook with her, and her hand writes very quickly.