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

Dong Chunmiao was on the verge of tears, her eyes drooping in their sockets, her nose slightly red. She truly felt that her man was the most heartless person imaginable. They were clearly a family, yet he treated her biological parents and brother like monsters.

This whole mess in their family is because of him. She's begged him so much, but he just treats her like a joke.

She bit her lower lip lightly, "You'll regret this."

Then he turned and ran away.

When Grandma Xia and Chen Xianghong returned, there was no sound from the house.

She exchanged a glance with Chen Xianghong, then took a shower and went to bed.

"Huh? Why can't I open it?" Old Mrs. Xia pushed the door hard, and the door trembled, but it didn't open.

"You old fool, how old are you, still locking the door? Open it right now!" Old Mrs. Xia was furious. This was no way to do things. It wasn't her who wanted a divorce, it was her second son!

If your second son wants a divorce, why don't you take your anger out on him? Why take it out on an old woman like her?

Grandma Xia was very angry.

"I'll give you one more chance, open the door now!"

"You old geezer, did you hear me?"

There was no sound from inside; the old man dismissed her words as nonsense.

Grandma Xia turned left and right, and finally found a wood-chopping knife that hadn't been used in a long time in the corner. Damn it, I'm not going to chop down this door.

Seeing that her mother seemed to have gone mad with anger, even holding a knife, Chen Xianghong quickly went over to stop her, "Mom, let Dad lock the door and be. You sleep with me. It's been so many years since we've seen each other, let's chat and not make ourselves angry."

Grandma Xia shoved Chen Xianghong away, saying, "Go back to sleep yourself. That bastard of yours is giving me attitude. Does he really think I'm afraid of him?"

She raised her machete and, without the slightest hesitation, chopped at the bedroom door.

The old wooden door split open in the middle with this split.

Old Chen, inside the house, hadn't expected his old woman to be so fierce, swinging her sword so directly at the door. If he'd been pressed against the door, would he be dead?

Old Chen's heart was pounding. Did his old woman really not want to live with him anymore? Didn't repairing the door cost money? Did she not even care about money anymore?

"Xia Yue'e, have you gone mad?" Old Chen shouted from inside the house.

Through the crack in the split door, Old Mrs. Xia stared intently at Old Mr. Chen and yelled, "Come on, try locking the door again! Try locking it again!"

Old Chen was so angry that his heart ached. Fearing that the old woman would bang on the door again, he had no choice but to unlock it.

The loud noise also woke up Chen Xiangdong and his wife, and their two children, Chen Baoyuan and Chen Lingling, were so frightened that they cried loudly.

"What's going on? What's happening?" Chen Xiangdong came out shirtless and saw his mother holding a knife. It was nighttime, and she really looked like a fierce she-devil.

"Mom, let's talk this out. Murder is illegal." Chen Xiangdong walked behind her and tried to take the knife from her hand. "Mom, you are an educated and progressive old lady. You can't kill my dad just because you're in a moment of anger."

Old Chen was suffering. He was just throwing a little tantrum. It was just locking the door. Didn't Old Lady Xia often act like this before? Why is it that only officials are allowed to set fires while ordinary people are not?

Grandma Xia kicked away the eldest son who came to mediate, and then kicked the door open. The already precarious wooden door was split open even wider with this kick.

She carried a machete and went inside the house.

Old Chen was also panicked; her behavior frightened him.

As the old saying goes, "A wise man submits to circumstances." Old Chen swallowed hard. Although he was losing face, his wife was clearly very angry. If he stubbornly argued with her, she might just put her wood-chopping knife to his own neck.

Rationally, he knew that Old Madam Xia couldn't possibly kill someone; after all, she had always been gentle with him since she was young. Perhaps she was going through menopause recently, which was why she had become a bit fierce.

But he was still afraid.

Unable to help but imagine himself covered in blood, Old Chen loudly admitted his mistake: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have locked the door, it was my fault, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. I should have taken it out on the second son, I'll go and beat him to death right now."