Wang Quanxia saw Aunt Chen’s reaction, laughed, and said, "You’re really strange. She’s not your daughter. My daughter, I can do as I please with her. Back then I took her in and raised her, and when she was hit by a car later on, I couldn’t afford all the medical expenses. It was only right that I removed her oxygen mask. I haven’t even cried, so why are you crying over here?"
Aunt Chen was already furious, and hearing this, she felt like her lungs were about to explode.
Standing up, Aunt Chen herself didn’t expect that she could be so fierce. She said, "Your family’s business may not be big, but how much could it cost to treat a child? If I had such a good child, I’d sell pots and pans if I had to, just to cure her!"
"Yeah right," Wang Quanxia scoffed, "In any case, she’s not your child, and you’re not the one paying, so you can say whatever you want. If one day your child encounters such a situation, and if I say the same thing to you, it would sound nice, and I might even earn a good reputation."
Aunt Chen was fuming mad, trembling all over, with tears falling even harder.
Xiao Xu could not stand it anymore and said, "How can you talk like that!"
Wang Quanxia was self-righteous. "I’m only telling the truth. Anyone can say these things. I could also keep saying it, if one day her child is about to die, I would go in front of her every day and say, ’Oh, I would sell pots and pans to save the child.’ Let’s see what you do then!"
Aunt Chen had always been a gentle person.
Faced with someone like Wang Quanxia, who was behaving like a shrew, all she could do was cry bitterly.
Shi Mei’s eyes turned even colder as she grabbed Aunt Chen’s hand and gave it a tug.
Aunt Chen looked at Shi Mei and held her tightly, wiping away her tears, "Don’t listen to what these people say. Don’t remember it."
Xiao Xu was also furious, "Aunt Chen has an only daughter who died of cancer a few years ago. If she were still alive, she’d be about the same age as our young madam by now. To treat her child, Aunt Chen and Uncle Yang spent all their savings of several decades, sold their car, their house. You think everyone is like you, with a cold heart!"
Wang Quanxia was stumped by this and lost her self-assurance for a moment. After a while, she said again, "Who knows whether what you’re saying is true or false. I too can say I had a daughter who died, but I never had a daughter. Shi Mei, this stepdaughter of mine, was taken in after her uncle and aunt died in a car crash. She’s not my own flesh and blood."
Shi Xuebai’s old face tightened, he pulled on Wang Quanxia and whispered, "Enough, you’re going too far! Don’t forget what you came here for today!"
Only then did Wang Quanxia remember why she came, regaining her arrogant demeanor, "I need to have a private talk with my daughter. The rest of you outsiders should step aside!"
Aunt Chen could not listen to her, "Our young madam is afraid of strangers; she has nothing to say to you."
Wang Quanxia glared, "What do you mean by that? I’m not allowed to talk to my own daughter? You’re just a servant, what are you being arrogant about here? Don’t think you’re something special just because you lost your daughter!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Wang Quanxia’s cheek burned hotly, dazedly looking at the full-faced and round-cheeked Shi Mei in front of her, "You... you actually dared to hit me?"
Shi Mei’s little face turned bright red, her fists clenched tight, angrily she said, "Bad person, don’t bully Aunt Chen!"