Second Master Wang's remark—"Weasel wishing the chicken a Happy New Year"—left Wang Jianqiang's parents, eldest brother, second brother, and two Sisters-in-law all embarrassed.
Those words were simply too cutting. Even a three-year-old could taste the sarcasm in them.
Fan Chunhua immediately began to cry. "Second Master, you're wronging me to death! I've been busy from yesterday until now, just wanting Qiangzi to have a bowl of New Year's Eve dumplings. How did that make me a weasel? You all say I'm a bad person, so I might as well just die, right?"
Crying and making a scene, talking nonsense about hanging herself—these were tactics middle-aged and elderly women like Fan Chunhua had honed for years. Once unleashed, they had a powerful effect of unreasonable pestering.
Wang Jianqiang's father, brothers, and Sisters-in-law also looked displeased by then. After all, they had guilty consciences, and people with guilty consciences were most likely to fly into a rage when exposed.
It was only because Second Master Wang had always been the Old Wang family's "Big Brother," and his prestige within the clan had reached a point where they did not dare offend him. Otherwise, they would have fallen out long ago.
But Fan Chunhua was crying injustice there, and as her son, Wang Jianqiang's second brother Wang Yonggan truly could not stand watching anymore. So he awkwardly began to defend her.
"Second Uncle, this really isn't my mother's fault. It's all that woman from the capital's fault. She's been treating Qiangzi like a live-in son-in-law, making a grown man spend the New Year at his father-in-law's home. What kind of sense does that make?"
Wang Yonggan's wife, Fang Zhilin, also chimed in for her husband. "Exactly, Second Uncle. That woman surnamed Huang has been glued to Qiangzi's side these past few days, never