Huang Ling wasn't the kind of shrew who flew into a rage. Though she really wanted to become one, once she arrived at the Zhuang family's old home, she had no idea what to do.
If Huang Ling hadn't been Zhuang Chaoying's wife, she could have gone on a rampage this time and beaten that narrow-minded old woman to vent her anger.
But then again, if she hadn't been Zhuang Chaoying's wife, she wouldn't have had to put up with this in the first place.
But Huang Ling was Zhuang Chaoying's wife, and she had been trying to make things work for the children's sake, so she felt utterly stifled.
There were things Huang Ling couldn't keep bottled up. Her upbringing wouldn't let her yell at Grandma and Grandpa Zhuang, so she could only shout angrily toward the street outside the courtyard: "Come and see for yourselves! When this old woman's son got married, all she gave him was a quilt and a washbasin. Afterward, she didn't help with her son's food or clothes, but she took his money anyway. She basically made him a live-in son-in-law!
"And that wasn't even the worst of it. The worst part was that she wanted to use her eldest daughter-in-law's dowry to get a wife for her second son. You wouldn't believe it if you heard it!
"...Now that the factory can't pay wages and her son can't give her any money, she went and reported her eldest daughter-in-law by name!
"People this black-hearted deserve to be struck dead by a bolt of lightning!"
Grandma Zhuang hadn't expected someone like Huang Ling to turn into a shrew and start cursing in the street. She was caught completely off guard and couldn't stop her. By the time Huang Ling had said everything she wanted