The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 55 Wen Dazhuang was stabbed

"You're such a jinx! You're the one who caused my son's death!"

"Snapped!"

She pulled Pandi out again and slapped her across her thin, sallow face.

Pandi's face was slapped, leaving a bright red handprint, but she didn't dare to make a sound. She could only cover her face and shrink back towards the door.

Wu Hong couldn't stand seeing her like this, so she turned and went into the house to find Old Zhou.

The family was having dinner when Wen Zhuzi saw her return. He put down his chopsticks and rushed over, asking, "How is it, wife? Give me the money quickly!" He anxiously reached for Wu Hong's purse, completely disregarding the fact that there were other people in the room.

He spent all his money in town a few days ago and now he has no money left. No matter how much he begged, Old Zhou refused to give him any more.

If Wu Hong had some money now, he would feel more secure at home. He could easily give some to his mother so that she would be more willing to ask for money from him later.

Wu Hong glared at him and pushed him away. Then she whispered a few words in Old Zhou's ear. Old Zhou was so angry that she slammed her hand on the table, threw down her chopsticks, and went to find Wen Muchuan.

Wu Hong grabbed a bowl from the table and gulped down two mouthfuls of the thin porridge that looked like rice water. Then she wiped her mouth and followed Old Zhou.

Qian Zhaodi was confused and caught up with Wu Hong to ask what was going on.

Wu Hong told her what she had seen and heard in town, but the difference was that she was jealous of Xie He.

Back then, she used to bully and trample on her second sister-in-law, but now her family even owns a shop and is making a lot of money. Isn't that a slap in the face?

She was still living a miserable life, while this other girl was already making money in town! She felt resentful!

So she quickened her pace to catch up with Old Zhou. Even if she couldn't get the money-making shop today, she was determined to squeeze some money out of them!

Wen Dazhuang kicked open the courtyard gate, and Wen Zhuzi, supporting Old Zhou Shi behind him, shouted loudly into the house, "Second brother, now that you've made it big, you don't even want your mother anymore?"

Wen Zhuzi's eyes darted around, and as he walked inside, he didn't forget to stir up trouble in Old Zhou's ear, "Mother, Second Brother is going too far. He earned money but didn't say a word about it and didn't give any to you as a token of his respect."

Old Mrs. Zhou was enraged by his words and said to Wen Dazhuang in front of her, "Eldest son, as the eldest brother, you should teach this unfilial son a lesson today!"

"Don't worry, Mother!" Wen Dazhuang patted his chest, determined to teach Wen Muchuan a lesson today.

He had just rushed to the door when Xie He came out, hands on her hips, looking at him coldly.

"Second...Second sister-in-law," Wen Dazhuang said, lowering his head and not daring to look at Xie He. Although so many years had passed, he still had some feelings for Xie He.

If it weren't for Wen Muchuan, it would have been Wen Dazhuang who married Xie He! There wouldn't have been any chance for that fat woman, Qian Zhaodi.

Aside from being fat and having a big appetite, she has almost no redeeming qualities! Unlike Xie He back then, who was delicate and beautiful, inspiring pity and arousing a man's protective instincts, she is nowhere near as charming and beautiful.

Xie He has been eating well lately, and her complexion is much better than before. Wen Dazhuang glanced at her secretly and his face turned slightly red.

This disgusted Xie He, and she moved away unhappily, trying to stay as far away from Wen Dazhuang as possible.

Qian Zhaodi was furious, but she couldn't vent her anger on Wen Dazhuang, otherwise people would say she was a jealous woman!

If others found out that her husband liked her younger brother's wife, how could Qian Zhaodi possibly live?!

Therefore, she stepped forward, her plump body blocking Wen Dazhuang's view completely.

"I'm telling you, sister-in-law, you're not young anymore, you should have some self-respect. Don't just fawn over every man you see. We're adults with children, why are you acting like a little girl, trying to be all seductive?"

Qian Zhaodi snorted coldly, glancing at Xie He from head to toe, feeling increasingly uncomfortable the more she looked at him.

Even in her old age, this woman still retains some of the beauty she had in her youth; no wonder Wen Dazhuang can't forget her!

Oh no! She must have seduced him!

Xie He was speechless, and Wen Muchuan, who was inside the room, heard everything Qian Zhaodi said.

He came out carrying a sickle, his face grim, and without saying a word, he swung it at the gate.

Qian Zhaodi was so frightened that she quickly dodged away, her body trembling uncontrollably. "What...what are you doing? What's wrong with you!" She glared at Wen Muchuan, then pulled Wen Dazhuang over and shouted, "Your wife was almost killed by someone! And you didn't even try to help!"

Wen Dazhuang then realized what was happening, shook off Qian Zhaodi, pointed at Wen Muchuan, and scolded, "Second brother! Don't you even respect me as your older brother? She's your sister-in-law!"

"You're absolutely out of control!" he said, looking around as if searching for something handy.

Wen Muchuan was too lazy to wait for him, so he grabbed him by the collar and threw him out. Then he turned around, pulled out the sickle from the door, and pretended to chop it down.

The movement was so fast and frightening that Qian Zhaodi only had time to cover her eyes.

"Ah!" Wen Dazhuang screamed, but he did not feel the pain he had expected from being slashed.

He opened his eyes a crack and saw that Wen Muchuan was just standing there, coldly watching him, while the sickle had only its tip pierced the ground along with the corner of his clothes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, jumped up, and swung his fist at Wen Muchuan, yelling, "You bastard Wen Lao Er! How dare you lay a hand on your elder brother!"

Unfortunately, he had only taken one step forward when a low stool thrown by Wen Luozhi hit him on the shoulder.

"Ah!" Wen Dazhuang yelled, turning around to glare fiercely at Wen Luozhi. "You crazy girl! How dare you smash your uncle!"

He rushed towards Wen Luozhi, raising his large, fan-like hand to slap her.

"My dear! Get out of the way!" Wen Muchuan shouted anxiously.

Wen Luozhi's eyes narrowed, and she clenched her fist to meet his slap.

Xie He, who hadn't had time to run over, stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with fury. Why didn't this silly girl run away?! How could a little girl like her possibly withstand Wen Dazhuang's slap!

When Wen Dazhuang saw Wen Luozhi raise her fist, his eyes were full of disdain. He would make up for the loss he suffered at the hands of Wen Lao Er by taking it out on his precious daughter!

"Ah!" he cried out, quickly pulled his hand back and opened it to find many tiny holes in his palm.

He covered his hands and looked at Wen Luozhi, only to see her defiantly raise her fist, with many iron skewers stuck between her fingers.

"What's wrong, Boss Wen? Hmph! You think you can bully my dad? In your next life!"

She raised her fist triumphantly with a sinister smile on her face, which looked somewhat terrifying in the dim moonlight.

Wen Dazhuang had always bullied the weak and feared the strong, and seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, he could only turn to Old Zhou for help.

He ran to Old Zhou's side and held out his palm, "Mother! That crazy girl pricked my hand like this!"

Old Mrs. Zhou opened her eyes wide and looked closely. A large, bloody hand was oozing blood, and she could clearly smell the blood because it was so close.

She quickly pushed Wen Dazhuang's hand away, her tone a mixture of heartache and resentment, "You're so stupid! You can't even handle a lowly girl!"