Feng Caie kept her head down to reduce her presence and conceal the disdain on her face; she also had her own plans. Since it was Yang Anshi who dealt with the matter, even if Yang Ruxin got angry, she couldn’t blame the second branch of the family. If things worked out, it was the second branch that would benefit anyway.
"Father, Mother, why don’t you go talk to them yourselves?" Yang Baixiang looked up, "To be honest, I just can’t bring myself to do it..."
"Why can’t you?" Yang Anshi’s voice suddenly became sharp.
"I just don’t have the face to do it." Yang Baixiang stood up, "If Second Brother wants to find work, he can go by himself, or you can go. I really can’t help..." He turned around and left after saying this.
"You useless, good-for-nothing son of a bitch..." Yang Anshi was furious, "You stand right there!"
Yang Baixiang did stop but kept his head down, saying nothing.
"How can you be so hopeless?" Yang Anshi jumped up, her finger jabbing at Yang Baixiang’s forehead, "You’re such a waste; we should have just thrown you into the outhouse and drowned you when you were born..."
Yang Baixiang still said nothing. Every time he was scorned by his mother in the past, he would feel terrible and then try desperately to do well. But later, he realized that no matter what he did, he seemed to end up being despised. So, he understood it wasn’t that he wasn’t doing well, but that his very existence was a mistake.
Listening to these words now, he felt nothing. He must have been numb to it.
Perhaps it was Yang Baixiang’s silence that made Yang Anshi even more furious. She grabbed a rough porcelain bowl from the table and hurled it at Yang Baixiang.
Yang Baixiang hadn’t expected his mother to get physical while talking, so he was completely unprepared. In the blink of an eye, a dark shadow rushed toward him, and then he felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by the feel of something warm trickling down. When he touched it, his hand came away stained with bright red blood. Then everything went dark, and he knew no more.
A thud on the ground startled everyone.
Yang Peili was shocked and slapped Yang Anshi on the back, "You crazy old lady, how could you hit him so hard?"
"What do you mean hard?" Yang Anshi felt a twinge of guilt but still retorted stubbornly, "It was just a hit, what’s the big deal?" She said, kicking Yang Baixiang, "Get up now, stop pretending..."
But Yang Baixiang lay still with his eyes tightly shut, motionless while the blood spread over his entire face.
"Uncle Xiaowu is dead..." Yang Ruban couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Nonsense." Yang Anshi glared at her grandson immediately.
Frightened, Yang Ruban quickly took refuge behind his father.
"Quick, go call a doctor..." Yang Peili was still clear-headed and shouted urgently, "Second Brother, hurry..."
Yang Baichuan ran out at once but after a few steps, he came back, "Who should I call?" Calling Li Yi would cost money, but he felt apprehensive about asking Yang Dani.
"What do you mean who?" Yang Anshi had already calmed down, fetched a handful of ashes from the stove, and pressed it onto Yang Baixiang’s head, "What a waste of money. He thinks he’s so precious? Just because he got hit by a bowl, he’s going to die?"
Yang Baichuan really didn’t feel like running errands.
"Take him to that room." Yang Anshi waved her hand, disgusted, "He’s an eyesore lying here." She was also somewhat afraid.
Seeing that the bleeding seemed to have stopped, Yang Peili didn’t insist further. He and Yang Baichuan carried their youngest son into his room.