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

Old Chen turned around and walked past Old Lady Xia. He quickly stood in front of his second son, who had just opened the door to see what was going on, and slapped him hard across the face.

The second child covered his face, his mind still foggy from sleep, unable to comprehend what had happened; even the pain was dulled.

After a while, he asked, puzzled, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Old Mrs. Xia's fierce gaze was still fixed on him, and Old Chen felt like he was being pricked by thorns. "You...you little ingrate, your mother and I had a fight because of you, and you were still able to sleep?"

Chen Xiangnan was confused. "I'm getting a divorce, what are you all arguing about?"

Old Mrs. Xia thought to herself: There was no argument, but she almost killed this old man.

"I'm so worried about you, you heartless thing."

After being slapped again, Chen Xiangnan's stubborn temper flared up. "What's there to worry about? If I had a wife like Dong Chunmiao, I'd be the one who would die young."

"If you get a divorce, your mother and I will never be able to hold our heads up in front of others."

Grandma Xia retorted, "I didn't. I'm an upright person, what's there to be ashamed of?"

Old Chen turned to look at her and clicked his tongue. Old Mrs. Xia immediately glared at him angrily, and Old Chen cowered and dared not say anything more.

"We can't get divorced anyway," Old Chen said.

"My mom agreed, so why don't you agree? Why are you even more hesitant than my mom?" Chen Xiangnan was annoyed. She slapped him twice in the middle of the night because of this, and now she was arguing with him. His mom inexplicably took out a knife. It all seemed so strange.

Oh, and his older brother, sitting on the ground hugging his legs, looking like an idiot.

Grandma Xia: "I neither agreed nor disagreed. You can decide your own affairs. Anyway, she's your daughter-in-law, not going to spend her whole life with me. I don't want to be that kind of annoying old lady who controls you all every day."

Old Chen pointed to himself, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm the kind of old man that people dislike?"

Grandma Xia's eyes widened. "Who are you yelling at? Do I need to tell you whether you're disliked or not? Don't you know that yourself?"

She put the machete on the table and kicked Chen Xiangdong. "Boss, go back to sleep. I'm not going to really kill your dad. And Xiang Hong, you go back to sleep too."

Chen Xiangdong stared blankly, "Oh."

Chen Xianghong: "Okay."

She turned her neck, closed the broken door, lay down on the bed, and, oblivious to everything, quickly fell asleep.

Outside, Old Chen was furious. His son was taking the blame for him, and his wife was arguing with him.

He's the head of the household, how can a head of household live such a pathetic life?

Does this mean he'll have to listen to his old woman from now on, and he won't be able to make decisions in this family anymore?

What prestige will he have left in front of the children? Who will care about him in the future?

Old Chen was furious and wanted to argue with Old Lady Xia, but then he discovered that the old woman had locked the door.

This time he was locked out, and he was dumbfounded.

He wanted to learn from Old Lady Xia and break down the door, but he was an honest man and he was reluctant to spend the money.

This door can still be used after some repairs, but if he smashes it again, the whole door will have to be replaced.

Old Chen felt more bitter than if he had eaten bitter melon.

Old Chen reluctantly slept with his second son, who had just been slapped by him, for one night. He slept soundly, but Chen Xiangnan suffered.

As dawn broke, Chen Xiangnan couldn't stay in bed any longer. His father's snoring was piercing his brain. Luckily, Lingling and his younger sister had gone to sleep, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to sleep well either.

He got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

There was a slight noise at the door, and Chen Xiangnan became a little nervous. Could it be a thief?

He immediately took the large machete that his mother had used so fiercely the night before and quietly walked towards the door.

The door opened, and a small head peeked in.

It's that brat Chen Xiangbei! He lowered his raised hand and put the machete back in its place.

"Second brother, what are you doing? You scared me to death!" Chen Xiangbei cried out in a frightened whisper.

"What are you doing? Where have you been these past few days?" Chen Xiangnan's head ached even more when he saw him.