Second Uncle Su irritably shoved her. "What should we do? What should we do? How would I know what to do?
I told you not to come, but you insisted. Look what happened now—we can barely protect ourselves."
Second Aunt Su's voice was loud enough to lift the roof off. "How is this my fault?"
"Chen Girl said that dead girl had won the lottery, and not just a little—she'd won 1.8 million. She made it sound so convincing. How could I not be tempted?"
"Our son is already twenty-two. It wasn't easy for him to take a fancy to a girl. Without a house or a bride price, she wouldn't be willing to marry into our family. What else could I do?"
"It's all because you're such a good-for-nothing. You've worked all your life, yet you couldn't even save enough money to get our son a wife. And every so often, you still run off to gamble, leaving us unable even to fix up a house.
"Look at the village. Everyone else has had new houses for years, while our family is still living in those few crumbling rooms."
Su Yongjun shouted impatiently, "Can you two stop arguing?
"My tooth hurts, my stomach hurts, and I've been kicked several times in the back. It's definitely bruised."
"Son, are you all right?"
The moment Second Aunt Su heard her son cry out in pain, she hurried over and supported him, her heart aching.
"It's all that dead girl Su Qiao's fault. She owed so much in usurious loans, yet she didn't say a word.
"No wonder when we said yesterday that we were going to make a scene at her company, she even told us to go ahead. So she was waiting for us to walk right into this trap."