I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 930: The Devoted Son Yu Tiegen

Chapter 930: Chapter 930: The Devoted Son Yu Tiegen

Suizi and her husband were busy retaliating when Wang Cuihua also started to rack her brains, thinking divergently.

She went to the neighbor’s house and borrowed a small cymbal.

Don’t be fooled by its palm size; as a folk percussion instrument, it makes quite the uproar, with a sound that is both piercing and harsh.

Wang Cuihua rushed over, excitedly beating her son to the punch and answering the phone first.

"Hello?"

"Chen Hansui, I was with your man again today. He wore a white shirt and took it off to reveal a really toned waist. Have you ever touched his abs?"

"..."

The woman on the line couldn’t hear Wang Cuihua speaking and repeated herself in confusion twice.

"Hehe...." Wang Cuihua took the small cymbal from her husband’s hand, laughing out loud with glee.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You’re in for some bad luck." Wang Cuihua said in a tiny voice, making the woman on the other end lean her ear unconsciously closer to the receiver to hear more clearly.

"Cang~lang~~~~~~"

The sharp, grating sound from the cymbal scared the woman into dropping the phone with a cry.

Wang Cuihua went all out on the phone, channeling the energy she once used for spirit-channeling.

Keen to keep going, Wang Cuihua found that the woman had hung up.

Wang Cuihua paced back and forth, clawing at her heart in frustration, so anxious.

She hadn’t had her fill yet.

Suizi came out wearing her pajamas and poured a glass of water for her mother-in-law, chuckling, "Mom, you should rest. Aren’t you tired?"

"Not tired! I have all the time in the world." Just like her son, Wang Cuihua had unlimited patience when it came to striking back.

The phone rang again.

Wang Cuihua clapped her hands in delight. Ha-ha, there it came again!

Suizi rubbed her temples, looking at her mother-in-law’s excitement and her father-in-law’s indulgent face, starting to regret a little.

"Did we act too early? Should we have let her make a ruckus for a few more days, let mom have some fun?" Suizi turned to ask Yu Jingting, who had followed her out.

"Better cool it down. She’s had her fun, but what about the neighbors? Are they going to be able to sleep?" Yu Jingting, seeing his mother as thrilled as a child, seriously doubted whether the old lady’s urge to channel spirits was resurfacing.

The phone rang again, and Wang Cuihua, excited, gestured in a circle.

"Don’t fight with me over it! I’ll take it!!!"

"..." Yu Jingting was speechless. Where other families might be upset or even come to blows over such matters, had his family turned it into some sought-after leisure activity?

The call was answered, and the woman’s voice on the other end shouted frantically:

"Chen Hansui, are you insane?!"

"You’re in for bad luck~~~" Wang Cuihua finally sang the tune she’d been holding in all evening, and it felt so satisfying.

"What are you singing?" The woman was puzzled.

"A beam of golden light shines on the land, from now on you have opened King Yama Pass, Taisui Pass, Prison Pass, Hell Pass... You won’t get through any of the seventy-two gates, your descendants’ destinies will be severed, aye, aye, aye, aye~"

Wang Cuihua sang with such joy, but she felt something was missing in her hand.

Thump thump thump, a drumbeat sounded, and everyone turned to look. Unknown when she had woken up, Luoluo was there barefoot, holding her grandma’s drum, enthusiastically tapping away.

That was the right flavor.

Suizi’s head hurt even more now, and she quickly picked up her little ancestor, handing her over to her father who loved watching the spectacle.

Yu Jingting took his daughter to wash her feet, the little one still clapping away, tucked under his arm.

"You, you, you curse me with a shaman?!!" The woman on the phone was both angry and afraid.

Wang Cuihua sang a tune, feeling content.

"Call me again tomorrow, I’ll sing for you again! No need for a shaman! I am the shaman!"

The phone clicked as it hung up.

Wang Cuihua licked her lips, eagerly waiting; she had more songs up her sleeve, hoping for another call.

"Mom, no need to wait, she won’t call again," Suizi persuaded.

Wang Cuihua’s face clouded with dissatisfaction. That was it? Just this?

"Do bad guys these days lack such perseverance? What happened to enduring spirit?" Wang Cuihua had prepared so many tricks and was looking forward to taking turns using them.

"With that kind of intelligence, why be a bad guy? They would’ve made a fortune long ago. Let’s go, we’re off to bed," Sire said after listening to his wife’s singing, which even got him feeling it.

His wife’s raspy voice was strangely captivating.

Suizi caught a hint of vintage dog food and quickly retreated to her own room, for fear of overhearing things she shouldn’t—after all, the taste of the Yu Family’s men was peculiar, wasn’t it? A grandmother’s shaman dance could turn a grandfather green with envy?

Yu Jingting washed his maiden’s little feet until they were fragrant, and the little girl refused to go back to her own room to sleep, insisting on squeezing in with her parents.

Now snuggling with mommy, now hugging daddy, she usually only got this treatment when she was sick. Today was an exception, and the little girl was over the moon.

Wang Cuihua was in a good mood from her shamanistic enjoyment and gave Suizi money the next day to buy something tasty to improve the family’s meals.

Bobo was also thrilled with the feast.

Even more so was Sire, pleasantly interactive with his wife the night before, handed his maiden a ten-dollar fortune in pocket money the next day. Jiaojiao excitedly went straight to Suizi, eagerly asking if that woman might call again to make her mother happy.

Thus, the entire Yu Family felt the joy of "New Year’s Day," eagerly hoping for that woman to call again.

Yet to everyone’s disappointment, after being sung to by Wang Cuihua, the woman never called again.

It angered Wang Cuihua so much that she cursed whenever she remembered it, such a lack of resolve, no wonder she had no success and could only be a baddie.

The woman may have quieted down, but Yu Jingting hadn’t.

He had his Ballroom brothers take turns calling Li Tieguang’s company, keeping the line busy all day long.

Suizi didn’t know how Li Tieguang felt, but she imagined it couldn’t be easy for him.

Not only that, but Yu Jingting also did some digging into Li Tieguang’s relationship with the woman next door and indeed discovered an improper affair between them. Otherwise, why would that woman listen to him and call Suizi in the middle of the night?

This made Yu Jingting quite happy. Li Tieguang was full of lice himself but dared to find fault with others?

He simply let someone tip off Li Tieguang’s wife’s folks. That very day, the in-law’s mother led an entourage of aunts to surround Li Tieguang’s house, pried open the next door, and found Li Tieguang’s big underwear hanging on the laundry rack inside.

Li Tieguang’s wife wailed, one can fend off threats from afar but not a wicked neighbor! She cooked and cleaned at home while he cozied up with another woman next door!

As a result, a dramatic family saga of cloth-tearing ensued.

Li Tieguang’s 2+1, the woman who called Suizi, was surrounded by the aunts, her clothes ripped by the agitated wife.

Yu Jingting, leading his mother, observed the commotion from outside.

Wang Cuihua even clicked her tongue in disapproval.

"Such a pity, Suizi didn’t see this..."

She always thought of her daughter-in-law during good times, feeling regret that her daughter-in-law missed such an exciting drama.

"She can’t leave her classes at school, but watching is just the same," Yu Jingting said.

Yu Jingting was a true filial son. If mother was bored sick at home, how could a son not arrange some entertainment? Watching the drama, and just in time to pick up Ma Dong at the station—it was perfect.