"Think about it. Your father's medical expenses every year, and your younger sister is about to start high school, while your younger brother is going to take the college entrance exam. Everything costs money. Where are you going to get all that money from?"
"Wouldn't it all have to come from Cong Yuan working himself to the bone to earn it?"
"He's been feeling frustrated lately because of a job transfer, and on top of that, he's been worrying about your family. He lost his temper and hit you, but that can be forgiven, right?"
The old woman grew more fluent the more she spoke, and more self-righteous as well. 444 was so furious that it was practically half-dead, nearly fuming smoke from its head.
"If you really get divorced and people find out about this, it won't do you or Wen Cong any good."
"Besides, Xiao Yuan truly treats you well. Just look at how good he usually is to you. Food, clothes, daily necessities—doesn't he take care with every single thing?"
"And the money he sends your family regularly—he's never even kept an account of it. People have to know how to be grateful!"
The old woman's words grew more and more outrageous. 444 was furious enough to smoke, while Su Qiao understood the situation more or less.
I really can't listen to this anymore. My god, this old hag is using both hard and soft tactics. Her brainwashing skills are probably even better than those pyramid-scheme scammers!
Su Qiao carefully shifted her aching waist and back, then slowly lay down on the bed. Without even looking at the old woman, she said, "Get out. I want to sleep for a while."
Su Qiao had finally spoken, and her expression was calm, her tone normal as well. The