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

Qiu Rong was pushed out, and at the same time Jiang Wenhua began to pack up his mother's things, preparing to send her back.

"Mom, you and Uncle should live a good life together. Take your things and don't come back easily. You go and be a good woman. I'm fine living on my own. Anyway, remember what I just said. If you make me angry, I won't let you get away with it, understand?"

Jiang's mother panicked. Although she often told Jiang Wenhua that she was living so that he could grow up, how painful it was to be kicked out, and about her two marriages, she still felt very sad when she was actually sent back. She felt that the child she had raised with great difficulty was being kicked out like this.

Moreover, she had to listen to him and go back to let Qiu's father share the burden of household affairs. She felt that as a woman, how could she ask her husband to do things?

Her mind was in turmoil.

"Wenhua, who will take care of you if I leave? I can't leave. I still need to ask someone to find you a wife and help you take care of the children." Jiang's mother felt that going there would be even more terrifying, so it was better to stay here.

Jiang Wenhua grabbed her arm and led her outside, saying, "No need. I can cook and do laundry myself. I can find my own wife and take care of the kids myself."

Jiang's mother: "You have to go to work, right? What if your future wife also goes to work? Won't there be no one to take care of the children?"

Jiang Wenhua: "The factory has a childcare class, he can go there. Besides, I don't trust you to take care of the child. If my child learns your logic, what hope will I have for the rest of my life?"

Jiang's mother: "Are you starting to look down on me now?"

For an ordinary child, such words might require explanation; no matter what, one cannot openly express dislike for their biological mother. But Jiang Wenhua is not an ordinary person; his mind is different from others, especially when he is in a fit of anger.

So he said, "Yes, I despise you. I despise you so much. I can't stand you now. You should go live with my uncle. I'll be watching you from the shadows. If you don't behave well, you'll be seen as a wicked woman who can't stand the harmony in my uncle's family. Remember that."

Grandma Xia was also kicked out. Seeing Qiu Rong standing pitifully at the door, unwilling to leave, while Jiang's mother was being dragged by Jiang Wenhua and couldn't care less about her, she only left a sentence, "Sister, go back by yourself."

The courtyard fell silent, leaving only Qiu Rong sobbing and looking at Old Lady Xia, seemingly seeking help.

After thinking for a moment, Grandma Xia immediately turned and left.

She couldn't persuade her otherwise. She felt that Jiang Wenhua's approach was excellent, and that drastic measures were needed for this kind of "good woman" who couldn't think straight.

Jiang Wenhua was definitely heartbroken, after all, they were his biological mother and his older sister whom he had grown up with. It was truly impossible for him to watch them sacrifice everything for others; he would often imagine that scene and feel constant pain.

Feelings aren't so easily severed, unless one is an emotionless machine. But Grandma Xia could tell he was clearly someone who dared to love and hate, and dared to act on his feelings. He didn't care about titles; he openly loved money, he openly loved it; he openly stingy, he openly stingy; and he openly expressed his affections.

He acts exactly as he thinks, and he never engages in hypocrisy.

He felt sorry for his family, so when he realized he couldn't persuade them, he could only threaten them with the people and things they cared about. Although his mother and sister would have a painful period of being forced to change, it might actually work in the long run.

Grandma Xia thought a lot, and after returning home, she sat down quietly and wrote a lot in her notebook.

This... isn't such a bad idea.

Chen Xiangbei felt that his mother's writing was a different kind of mother to him. Before, he always saw his mother doing laundry and cooking at his sister-in-law's house, and then cursing and hitting people, arguing with this person and that person. He often wondered if his mother had ever been to school.

Sometimes, he even felt that his mother might have gotten her job by throwing a tantrum on the ground.

He doesn't look like a cultured person at all.

But now, he saw his mother sitting upright, holding a pen, writing in a notebook, without even him or his aunt paying attention, just writing so earnestly.

He felt that his mother truly possessed the air of a cultured person at that moment.

He didn't dare to make a sound to disturb her. When he turned around and saw his aunt, he found that she was also staring at Grandma Xia, unable to look away.

Seeing Chen Xiangbei staring blankly at her, Xia Yu'e smiled kindly and whispered, "Your mother used to sit on a small stool like this, studying quietly, completely oblivious to whether there were arguments or fights around her. She was a world unto herself, and she was incredibly capable."

"She was a very good student. Your grandparents raised us girls by not giving us money, feeding us poorly, and making us do the most work. We were expected to grow up as quickly as possible, and if we got sick, we had to bear it ourselves. If we died, we had to die. As long as we had eyes open, we had to work to support the family. Except for your mother, because she had to learn what she was supposed to learn at school first, and then teach it to her brothers when she got home."

Chen Xiangbei: "Don't my uncles have to work?"

Xia Yu'e: "Didn't your mother not let you do any work before? But in our rural area, everyone has to do work. It's just that girls have it harder. Boys can rest after finishing their farm work, but girls can't; they have to do housework."

Chen Xiangbei: "On what grounds?"

Xia Yu'e: "Then why did you let your mother serve your whole family all by herself before?"

Chen Xiangbei: "Because she's my mother..."

Chen Xiangbei covered his mouth. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be no different from Jiang Wenhua's adoptive father. Qiu's father said, "Because she is a woman, this is her fate." He had almost blurted out, "Because she is my mother, all mothers are like this." He almost said the exact same thing.

He was terrified. He knew that Qiu's father, being such a stubborn person, had said something really infuriating, but he never imagined that he himself was such a person.

He was clearly angry on behalf of Jiang Wenhua, and also on behalf of the two mentally unstable women, yet he was also a perpetrator.

I've become a landlord?

Chen Xiangbei couldn't accept it at first. He had received a new education since childhood, so why would he have such thoughts?

If it weren't for today, he might never have realized that his seemingly self-evident actions were actually exploiting others, and those he was closest to and most grateful to.

Chen Xiangbei suddenly started reaching into his pockets, pulling out bits and pieces of money from inside and outside his clothes, and then stuffing them into Xia Yu'e's hand. "Auntie, buy my mom something nice to eat. I... I'm doing this for my mom."