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Outside the bathroom, Zhang Huizhi pounded on the door, her voice booming as she shouted, "You’re talking bad about me in there, aren’t you, Lan Qingqing? Let me give you a warning today: if you ever dare to lay a hand on me like you did today, I’ll have my son kick you out! You can let that child of yours die wherever it wants! The Ke Family doesn’t need a broken belly like yours! Don’t think being pregnant makes you special! Even if children are precious, they still need to be successful, just like my son!"
Zhang Huizhi grew more animated and confident with each word. She scoffed and continued, "Someone like you, with your background, is nowhere near Tong Le’s family status! Allowing you into this house was already giving you face! Don’t be ungrateful! I don’t know what tricks you pulled to get pregnant at the same time as Tong Le, but you really thought this through, didn’t you? Trying to tie my son down with a child, huh? I advise you to know your place and weigh your own worth! You’re nothing but a rotten fish, and yet you dare to point fingers at me? From today on, I’ll teach you how to behave!"
Zhang Huizhi completely dropped her facade and showed no mercy to Lan Qingqing. After all, she had just been in a fight; she couldn’t afford to be polite or soft-hearted with her daughter-in-law. A daughter-in-law is like a dog or livestock; strict discipline is necessary to cultivate proper virtues! This way, she wouldn’t dare to disrespect her elders or cause trouble for the family!
Inside the bathroom, there was no response. Zhang Huizhi felt victorious once again. Although she had been beaten up and looked bruised with hair falling out in clumps, she was proud of her win!
She intensified her demands toward Lan Qingqing inside the bathroom. "You don’t have to call the police; I can’t be bothered with your dead mother’s mess! It’s filthy! Since your mother is dead now, that little bedroom will be freed up. From now on, you’re not allowed to stay at Mo Kai Liang’s house; you’ll stay in your mother’s little bedroom while I take the master bedroom until Ke Wei Qiang and the others return to the countryside! Also, during this time living together, you must take care of my daily needs and prepare breakfast and dinner every day. If you can’t even serve me, don’t think about living with my son! And don’t tell me about how you can’t work because you're pregnant! Back when I was pregnant with Ke Wenjie, I was still out in the fields working!"
Zhang Huizhi was full of herself. "You’ll also need to hand over your salary card to me; these are the basics. Tong Le used to follow these rules strictly too, which is why we could manage our lives. Do you hear me?"
On both sides of the door, it was eerily quiet. Zhang Huizhi waited for a response from inside while Lan Qingqing and Mo Kai Liang were tangled up within.
Lan Qingqing held a pair of eyebrow scissors tightly in her hand; she wanted to kill Zhang Huizhi. Mo Kai Liang firmly restrained Lan Qingqing’s body while covering her mouth with his other hand.
Lan Qingqing had long lost her strength; she couldn’t contend with Mo Kai Liang's brute force.
Mo Kai Liang turned his head and shouted towards the door, "Aunt, Lan Qingqing says she’s feeling unwell; her pregnancy symptoms are quite severe right now. You should take a break."
Outside the door, Zhang Huizhi sneered coldly. "Now that’s more like it! If that’s the case, I’ll leave; someone just died in this house—I can’t stay here!"
With that said, Zhang Huizhi left the house and didn’t forget to check her phone as she walked out. She sent a message to Ke Wenjie.
Zhang Huizhi typed: "Son, you can’t divorce Tong Le just yet. This Lan Qingqing isn’t worth much; I thought she was a good girl when I first saw her! Hmph! She’s not even close to Tong Le!"
Ke Wenjie replied: "What happened? Did you two argue?"
Zhang Huizhi sent back: "It’s nothing; I’ve sorted it out. You carry on with what you're doing."
Inside the bathroom, Lan Qingqing sat slumped on the floor, still gripping the eyebrow scissors tightly in her hand. Though small, the blade was sharp.
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