Chapter 18: Do You Think I Owe You Any Respect?

Mrs. Fu was so infuriated by these two shameless people that she actually laughed!

“Hah! Filial to me? That good-for-nothing who complains about standing, and even lying down is too much effort for him—he’s going to take care of me in my old age? Pah!”

The eldest sister-in-law of the Fu family was so angry she almost fainted. “You—who are you calling a good-for-nothing?”

“I’m talking about your son! Your son is a useless bum. He even smashed a bowl for me—like I don’t have a daughter of my own to do that? I need your son to smash a bowl for me? Don’t worry, I don’t need him! Just have your son smash a bowl for you and your husband, but you better hope he makes it to the cemetery before he drops it halfway there.”

“I don’t need you two worrying about me, and another thing—have a little shame, will you? His parents are still alive, yet you come begging from a widow like me for your son’s wedding? How shameless can you get! Even beggars wouldn’t dare to ask for as much as you do.”

Mrs. Fu was on a roll, her voice booming as she scolded them.

In the past, she used to hold back a little.

After all, she only had one daughter, and if her daughter married into this family, she’d have to keep dealing with these people.

But now things were different. Her daughter had been accepted into Beijing University—that’s the big city, thousands of miles away from here.

She’d be working in the capital in the future.

She’d never have to deal with these people again.

So why hold back?

As long as her daughter wasn’t affected, she could take on all of them by herself.

At this moment, Mrs. Fu felt stronger than ever!

“You—you—” The eldest sister-in-law was so angry she couldn’t even speak.

“You what? If you and your husband were dead, maybe I’d give you ten bucks at your son’s wedding. But you’re both still alive! I wouldn’t give you even five!”

Old Mrs. Fu was so angry her face twisted up. She roared, “Xu Zifeng, you’ve gone too far! Who are you cursing to die?”

“Who am I cursing? Your son’s getting married, and instead of his own parents paying, you come asking me—a widow whose husband has been dead for years—for five hundred bucks? If his parents weren’t alive, you wouldn’t even dare to ask!”

“You shrew! How dare you talk about my son like that? I’ll beat you to death—”

Old Mrs. Fu was beside herself with rage and lunged forward to hit her.

In the past, Mrs. Fu might have let the old woman get a few hits in.

But not anymore. She wasn’t about to take it lying down.

She grabbed a broom from the corner and started swinging it at her sister-in-law.

“Take that, you shameless thing! All you know is giving birth, never raising your kids. You raised a brat with no shame, and now your son’s getting married and you come asking me for five hundred bucks? What, did I have your son with your husband or something?”

“Stop, Xu Zifeng, stop! Ow—” The eldest sister-in-law was hopping around trying to avoid the blows.

She quickly ran circles around old Mrs. Fu, but that just meant both of them got hit several times.

Old Mrs. Fu was shocked by the pain, and then furious. She shouted, “You unfilial wretch! You even hit your mother-in-law? You’ll be struck by lightning—stop it!”

The eldest sister-in-law realized Xu Zifeng had really lost it.

She knew when to cut her losses, so she ran straight outside.

But she didn’t leave. Instead, she started yelling, “Come and see! The daughter-in-law is beating her mother-in-law—!”

The neighbors, who had all gone back to their own homes, came out again at her shouting.

Seeing a crowd gather, the eldest sister-in-law got even more excited. “Come look! The second son’s wife has gone crazy—she’s even beating her mother-in-law!”

Everyone: …?

Really?

Mrs. Fu saw this shameless woman trying to twist the truth and immediately chased after her.

Before the eldest sister-in-law could react, Mrs. Fu grabbed her by the hair and started hitting her with the broom.

“You shameless thing! I’m hitting you, not my mother-in-law! You have no shame, coming to me for five hundred bucks for your son’s wedding. Do I owe you? The five bucks a month you give me for my old age isn’t enough, and now you’ve got your eye on my compensation money.”

“Do you really think I owe you any respect?”"