Yang Peili took a long while to calm down and suppress the uncomfortable feeling before he finally shook his head and then turned to look at his two sons, who were still flushed with agitation, and let out a soft sigh, "You guys are really something... Forget it, you’re all grown up now; we might as well divide everything..." It was a look of complete devastation.
"No way," Yang Anshi suddenly shouted.
"So we should just keep fighting?" Yang Peili frowned and looked at his old wife.
"Let them fight if they want," Yang Anshi waved her hand dismissively, "but we are definitely not dividing up. We won’t divide anything." She then turned to her two sons, "If you two want to make a fuss, go ahead, see if you have the guts to strangle both your father and me to death..."
Both Yang Baichuan and Yang Baifu immediately frowned.
"Mother, let’s just divide it," Yang Baixiang couldn’t hold back and spoke up, "Rather than become enemies, it’s better to separate. Nobody would be disrespectful..."
"Get lost, it’s none of your business," Yang Anshi glared at her youngest son, "You ingrate..."
Yang Baixiang could only sigh and then hung his head, but the disappointment in his heart grew even deeper.
"Mother, maybe we should divide," Yang Baihe spoke up at this point, "Uncle Xiaowu is right, rather than becoming enemies, it would be better to..."
"No, I won’t divide it," Yang Anshi wouldn’t even let her daughter finish her sentence, cutting her off with a wave of her hand, "I’ve said it, only over my dead body."
Yang Baihe frowned; she was a bit confused and didn’t understand what her mother was so adamant about.
"Mother, are you trying to drive us to our graves?" Yang Baichuan stomped his foot.
"Then go die!" Yang Anshi flicked her eyelid, "As long as you’re alive, put away any thoughts of dividing the family."
Everyone was out of options.
"Now, disperse, all of you, and don’t bring this up again..." Yang Anshi waved her hand once more, putting an end to the day’s drama.
People from each branch could only return to their own quarters dejectedly, of course, Feng Caie had taken Yang Baichuan back to be interrogated about the incident where he had spied on Xun Hui bathing.
As for Yang Baifu, he turned and went out, too. Lü’s Family also got a scare; he had to go and comfort them, and as for his own wife, he couldn’t be bothered with her right now.
Dong’s Family had been waiting in the room for a long time without seeing her husband come in; she suddenly started crying while holding on to her two daughters, but no one paid her any attention or even bothered to check on her.
Yang Ruxin had already finished making the mooncakes by now. She hadn’t made anything too complicated, just some red bean paste filling. Feng Family didn’t have molds, so when the mooncakes came out of the oven, Liang Xiaoyu and Li Xiang arrived. They brought the latest news from the old house which made everyone sigh ceaselessly.
"Uncle Er and Uncle Si really think they’re something," Sanni scoffed, "Why didn’t they just fight to the death?"
"What are you saying?" Erni slapped Sanni lightly.
Sanni just stuck out her tongue.
"Still, with a family like that, Uncle Xiaowu probably can’t even think about getting married and starting his own family," Yang Ruxin sighed.
Everybody fell silent.
"All right, we just came to let you know so you’d be aware," Li Xiang said, waving her hand, "We’re heading back now. Xinxin, why don’t you come see us out."
Yang Ruxin slightly raised her eyebrows. Was there more that hadn’t been said? She nodded and followed the two women out of the courtyard.
"Xinxin," Li Xiang suddenly seemed uneasy, "there’s something..."