Hearing Mu Shaoling’s words, the Yang Family members all fell silent.
Ms. Luo, originally trying to sneak away, was stopped by Yang Chuxia’s order and brought back. Now she stood next to Yang Xiaochuan, her head bowed to diminish her presence as much as possible.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia looked at Ms. Luo, who was hiding behind Yang Xiaochuan.
"If my grandfather suffers any harm because of you today, even dying ten times won’t make up for it." "Is your family so poor that you’d stoop so low?"
Yang Chuxia truly felt like she could die from anger dealing with her, a repeat offender who seemed to regenerate fixedly after every lesson.
You can’t just kill her.
This time, Yang Xiaochuan acted decisively, turning around and delivering two slaps to Ms. Luo.
"You wretch, I told you when you came here, don’t ask my third sister-in-law for ginseng. What did you promise me?" At this moment, Yang Xiaochuan truly felt like he could die of fury caused by this woman.
Following swiftly was another slap, "Look at you, going on about this and that, you’ve completely lost my face. I’m telling you, if you anger my father again, I will divorce you."
Surprisingly, Yang Xiaochuan’s mind seemed much clearer at this moment. Maybe he had been truly scared by Old Yang’s sudden illness.
He always felt that if their father were to become seriously ill or die, their good days would be over.
With their father alive, the third branch of the family would show them some regard out of respect for him, but if he were to die, with that domineering woman’s temperament, they would likely not see any benefits at all.
So, Yang Xiaochuan pushed through the crowd, dropped to his knees in front of Old Yang’s bed, and began to kowtow and weep, "Father, your son is unfilial; I’ve wronged you by marrying such a wretched wife and letting her upset you. Don’t worry, she won’t dare do it again. If there’s a next time, your son will divorce her. Father, you can’t die, I don’t even have a son yet, you haven’t met your grandson."
Old Yang’s fingers twitched on the bed. Seeing this, Yang Chuxia hurriedly ordered someone to pull Yang Xiaochuan away.
"Are you out of your mind? Didn’t you hear the divine doctor say that grandfather can’t be agitated right now? Do you want to kill him with your words or what?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaochuan immediately shut his mouth.
Yang Dachuan now had very little patience for him; the couple were of similar mind.
He immediately waved his hand and said, "Go home. Don’t come to my house when you have nothing to do, and don’t loiter around our father." Thinking about how hopeless his brother was and that he was beyond redemption, he spoke harshly, "Fourth, you should pray to Buddha for our father to live a few more years. While he is still alive, I, as your third brother, will look out for you a little out of respect for him. But if our father dies, especially if it’s because you or your wife upset him, not only will I stop looking after you, but I will also take you to court, and you’ll be so miserable you won’t know what hit you. Don’t believe me? Just wait and see."
Having said that, without looking at Yang Xiaochuan’s dumbfounded expression, he went inside to check on Old Yang.
Yang Xiaochuan was truly stunned at this moment. It was one thing for him to guess on his own, but now that his usually somewhat meek and honest third brother had uttered these words, it meant they were true.
The words of an honest man can sometimes be more frightening.
Therefore, Yang Xiaochuan didn’t stay around. He dragged Ms. Luo and Yang Dongxue and hurried home. Once home, Ms. Luo was severely reprimanded by him, though, of course, his mind wasn’t completely muddled, and he made sure to avoid her belly.
But from then on, under his stringent orders, Ms. Luo didn’t dare to visit the third branch for a long time, and even if she did occasionally, she wouldn’t dare cause any trouble. And after this incident, she actually started to quiet down gradually.