Mrs. Yao was quite angry about this: "You clueless thing, who do you think I’m doing this for? You think being a stepmother is easy."
Yao Hui had been receiving cold looks all day, and finally exploded: "Even so, it’s better than the matchmaking candidates you found for me. At least brother-in-law is handsome, and although his family background isn’t great, at least he’s not a burden.
Look at the match from a few days ago, if it’s not too many brothers squeezed into a small space, then he’s shorter than me and doesn’t even brush his teeth. In the end, it’s because the dowry they offered was high. Now brother-in-law, no, Jun Cheng offered two hundred bucks, isn’t that at least as much as those families."
Mrs. Yao didn’t expect Yao Hui to say that about her, and waved her hand: "Fine, if you have such a big problem with me, then suit yourself."
After Yao Hui left, Mrs. Yao looked at Father Yao: "Why is she so inconsiderate? The Old Yang family may have many brothers, but they have a good relative. If it worked out, Zhiqiang’s job situation would be resolved with just a word.
As for the Chang family, what’s the use of having good looks in daily life? A good family background is enough, but now it’s too late to say anything."
Father Yao sighed: "Let’s just leave it at that. You should think about what to prepare for her, no matter what, don’t shortchange her. Whether it’s a good or bad life, it’s up to her."
He said so, but actually he thought: Knowing this would be the outcome, it would have been better not to have stopped it earlier, and he started to resent his old wife.
In the Yao family’s eldest son’s room, Dong Liping unhappily said: "What kind of mess is this?"
Yao Zhigang was also very irritable: "Alright, go make dinner quickly, I’m starving."
Upon hearing this, Dong Liping got even angrier. She wanted to say more, but seeing her son and daughter on the kang bed, she closed her mouth and resigned herself to going out to make dinner.
*
At the Zhao family, everyone was sitting around the table having dinner. Zhao Jianjun slurped some porridge and casually asked: "Mom, how’s that sister doing?"
Zhang Meilian handed a mixed grain bun to her younger son: "You rascal, you’re actually being thoughtful, still caring about people."
Zhao Huaiqing, who was eating nearby, looked up and asked: "What are you two talking about?"
Only then did Zhang Meilian tell the whole story about Yu Xinyan: "How could that Lyu Juncheng do such a thing? There were rumors in the factory that he was devoted, but pfft, he’s really no good."
Zhao Huaiqing nudged her with his elbow: "Alright, the kids are still here, watch your words."
At this moment, the eldest son, Zhao Jianhong, said: "So, you’re saying the girl who saved Jianjun yesterday is quite remarkable too."
Hearing this, Zhang Meilian became interested: "That girl is really something. She talked quite eloquently. I heard she’s a high school student. Honestly, I even want to recruit her to work at the union."
Zhao Huaiqing laughed: "Hearing you say that, that girl really is brave and resourceful."
Zhang Meilian put down her bowl: "Yes, if you weren’t there, then you didn’t see it. At that time, Lyu Juncheng’s face turned liver-colored with anger. Even we outsiders felt satisfied. I used to think the old lady from the Yao family wasn’t bad, but after today, I think she’s really nothing special."
Zhao Jianjun swallowed the mixed grain bun in his mouth: "Mom, get to the point, did they get a divorce or not?"
Zhang Meilian rolled her eyes at her younger son: "This isn’t something you should be concerned about, just hurry up and finish your homework."
Zhao Jianjun didn’t even move in his seat: "But she’s my benefactor. Shouldn’t I care a little? Come on, tell me, did they get a divorce or not?"