You Think Your Mom Is Made of Iron?

"What... what did you say? Who... who did you say was picked up?"

Li Mingyue, the eldest aunt, was dumbstruck, stammering so badly she could not even form a complete sentence.

Fu Guiru looked at her mockingly and said lightly, "What do you think?"

Li Mingyue stood there tongue-tied, her usual sharp tongue completely useless.

Left with no choice, she turned to Wu Juying and asked pitifully, "Mother, what nonsense is she talking about?"

Wu Juying was just as unsettled. She did not answer Li Mingyue, instead staring at Fu Guiru in shock.

"Hong Ying, you can't talk nonsense about something like this."

"I'm talking nonsense?" Fu Guiru gave a cold laugh. "The people who know about this aren't all dead yet! Did you really think I couldn't find out?"

Wu Juying fell silent for several seconds, then said in a deep voice, "Since you investigated, Hong Ying, then you should know how her parents died. We all owe her."

"You owe her, not me!"

Fu Guiru angrily cut Wu Juying off and said bitterly, "Her parents died because of your guerrilla unit. Then the people from your guerrilla unit can repay her however they please—I have no say in that.

"But why did Li Kaijian have to put up with her for a lifetime? Why did it have to cost me half my life too?"

"And now, you've even set your sights on Li Ye and Li Yue? Did her family run a loan-sharking business? Is this some rolling donkey debt that three generations still can't repay?"

"..."

Wu Juying felt Fu Guiru's hatred. She opened her mouth to explain, but Fu Guiru gave her no chance.

"Comrade Wu Juying, back when I called you Mother, you couldn't even hold the bowl of water level. What now? I'm no