"Damn B * Tch! I thought you were something good, but who knew you would gossip in front of my son! Whoever marries you is really unlucky! "
Mother Yang scolded harshly, but Xia Ling was already on guard. When she rushed in, Xia Ling ran away swiftly.
She hid behind Yang Zhiyuan and let him block in front of her.
Seeing mother Yang rushing over and wanting to tear her apart, Xia Ling immediately pushed Yang Zhiyuan.
"Mom, what are you doing! " Yang Zhiyuan saw mother Yang rushing over like crazy. When Xia Ling pushed him, he unconsciously pushed her, pressing her on the shoulder and pushing her back.
Mother Yang staggered back two steps and fell onto the big bed in their bedroom.
Stunned, mother Yang burst into tears.
"Why is my life so miserable? Being a widow and dragging my son to college, is it easy to sell everything It's so hard for my son to earn money, enjoy some luxury, and my daughter-in-law is behind my back, Gossiping about me, saying things that RIP OUT MY HEART What do you think I'm still alive for I'll just die!"
She slapped herself in the face. The slaps didn't hit Yang Zhiyuan's face, but it made him feel worse than it did Yang Zhiyuan.
"Mom, don't cry. I asked Qi Ya to apologize to you. She was just saying it casually. She didn't mean it. " Yang Zhiyuan stepped forward and grabbed mother Yang's hand. He pressed down on mother Yang to stop her from slapping him. He turned around and stared deeply at Xia Ling.
"Qi Ya! Come over here quickly and apologize to mom. "
His tone was stern, but Xia Ling stood where she was and didn't move.
If it was Qi ya here today, she might have swallowed her bitterness and apologized to mother Yang, just so the family could survive.
But for Xia Ling, she didn't want to live with Yang Zhiyuan at all. The reason she stayed in the Yang family was to torment Yang Zhiyuan. Why should she spoil the Yang family?
"I don't. What did I do wrong to apologize I had a few words with my husband in the bedroom, and my mother-in-law was eavesdropping outside. She even barged in without warning. I don't want to talk about other things, but I want to ask, mom, you're so old, why are you sticking to our door?"
Mother Yang choked, unable to speak.
Seeing that Yang Zhiyuan looked at her with suspicion, mother Yang closed her eyes and howled again.
"Oh my God, my life is so miserable. My daughter-in-law is trying to anger me to death! I don't want to live anymore... I'll just ram my head into the ground and die. Once and for all. "
"Mom, it's so late at night. Why are you crying? The neighbors are all listening. What would it look like if word got out! " Yang Zhiyuan was in a mess. He tried to persuade and coax her, but it was useless. He was forced to stare at Xia Ling "Qi Ya, come and apologize to mom. It's not right for mom to eavesdrop, but you did say bad things about her. She's so old. If she gets angry, who can take it? "
"You want me to apologize? " Xia Ling looked at Yang Zhiyuan and smiled. "IMPOSSIBLE! In your next life! Yang Zhiyuan, your mom is so shameless! "
Slap
Yang Zhiyuan was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped Xia Ling on the face.
Xia Ling was caught off guard. She didn't expect Yang Zhiyuan to hit her directly when Yang Zhiyuan made a move.
"Good, Yang Zhiyuan, you're good! " Staring at the man, Xia Ling stuck her tongue in her mouth.
She could feel the swelling and numbness on her cheeks, and there was a hint of rust in her mouth.
"Good job. You even learned how to hit your wife. " Xia Ling repeated. She walked up to Yang Zhiyuan and slapped him back.
The loud slap rang out in the bedroom again.
Yang Zhiyuan was a little dazed from the slap. He covered his face.
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