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Chapter 967 Isn’t This for Your Own Good?

Chapter 967: Chapter 967 Isn’t This for Your Own Good?

Auntie was rendered speechless by Yu Jingting’s retort, forcing a smile for a moment before shifting her gaze to Wang Cuihua.

"Aunt Si, don’t get it wrong, I didn’t mean to say anything bad about your daughter-in-law."

"Yeah, right, you didn’t mean it, you were just stirring up trouble." Wang Cuihua was someone who didn’t like to beat around the bush, directly exposing Auntie’s true intentions.

"Do you think it’s still the days of famine where we had to pass around a goose leg? We don’t have that much nonsense in my house; whoever likes something can eat it. Instead of wasting time passing things around, it’s better to think about how to earn more money so everyone at home can have their fill."

These words made Auntie even more unable to save face.

Suizi couldn’t agree more.

In her family, they never intentionally saved the good food for the children, leaving the adults the leftovers—it was pretty much as her mother-in-law said, eat whatever you like.

They never said in front of the children things like, "For you all, the adults are enduring hardship, giving you the best food, and when you grow up, you owe us filial piety," and such.

That’s not love, that’s mental control.

Finding herself at a loss for words, Auntie could only weakly respond:

"I’m just thinking of what’s best for your family, if you can’t accept that, there’s nothing I can do..."

"Thanks, but you can keep that kind of ’good intention’ for when you have a daughter-in-law in the future. My daughter-in-law doesn’t need your advice—by the way, with your behavior, will you ever get a daughter-in-law?" Yu Jingting’s retort was a knockout blow.

Auntie’s face went from red to white, a thousand times unconvinced, yet she didn’t dare lash out at Yu Jingting.

This was the notorious rascal who made everyone in the village tremble with fear.

Now, with the added status of a newfound rich landowner, her entire family depended on Yu Jingting for their livelihood.

"Sister, let’s talk about this at home if we need to," Little Fatty’s mom interjected, clearly understanding why her sister had come.

It must be about borrowing money again. She feared her sister would make a scene at the Yu family’s home and wanted to leave quickly.

Even for an unwelcome guest like this, it was customary to see them out. Suizi got up, wanting to join her mother-in-law to see them off, but as she passed by Yu Jingting’s table, he firmly pushed her down.

"Sit down, don’t leave until you’ve finished eating."

Yu Jingting was genuinely straightforward, not even bothering to provide Suizi the pretext of politeness towards people he disliked.

Suizi was more than happy to oblige, not really wanting to see off the guest either. Sitting by his side, she played the role of an obedient little sheep, neatly eating the food he offered her.

After only a bite, the commotion outside grew louder.

"What’s going on now—huh?" Suizi looked outside and saw two people standing at the doorway, hopping mad and cursing.

"Chen Tong! You damned little curse, come out here!"

The two who had arrived were a couple, seeming to be in their forties, now blocking the entrance to the Yu family’s house and cussing away.

Seeing this, Little Fatty’s Aunt immediately stopped leaving, standing on the side with great interest to watch the commotion and whispered to Little Fatty’s Mom.

"What’s this about? Did the Yu family cause trouble?"

"I have no idea, let’s leave." Although Little Fatty’s Mom wanted to stay and help, arguing wasn’t her forte, and with her indiscreet sister by her side, she feared her sister would spread rumors, so she tried to pull her away.

But Auntie was someone who loved a spectacle; with such commotion, how could she leave?

Brushing off Little Fatty’s Mom, she eagerly rushed to the couple and asked, gossiping:

"Does the Yu family have a grudge against you?"

"It’s none of your damn business? Move aside—Chen Tong, come out! You had the guts to drug someone, now don’t you have the guts to face reality?"

The middle-aged woman’s voice was tearing apart, screaming with all her might.

"Who is Chen Tong?" asked the chubby aunt, clearly intent on stirring the pot and muddling the situation.

"The kid sitting next to Jingting, Suizi’s cousin—it’s none of our business, let’s go." Little Fatty’s mom tried to drag the chubby aunt away, but to no avail.

The chubby aunt had a bone to pick with Yu Jingting after suffering a loss at his hands, so seeing the Yu Family having visitors, she eagerly took out a handful of sunflower seeds and squatted down to watch with interest.

"You are her uncle and aunt-in-law, right?" Wang Cuihua recognized them.

These two were Chen Lijun’s cousins, and on the generational scale, Suizi had to refer to them as uncle and aunt-in-law.

"Older sister, we came here to settle scores with Chen Tong, and this matter doesn’t involve your family. Please step aside," the uncle politely told Wang Cuihua.

Wang Cuihua sighed, thinking to herself, what a sin.

The reason these two were here was ultimately Chen Tong’s own doing.

Before being sent to the Working School, Chen Tong had not only failed in feeding swill to Jingting but had also fed swill to Chen Duan, a boy from his uncle’s family.

Although it was a small amount, it had transformed a vigorous young lad into a fatty struggling with weight loss for several months.

And he hadn’t slimmed down yet.

The saving grace was that it didn’t damage the body’s organs, but getting back in shape was proving to be tough. His parents were in agony, and hearing that Chen Tong had returned from the Working School, they felt aggrieved and came knocking.

Seeing her uncle arriving, Suizi’s first instinct was to stand up and go outside.

Jingting held her down, not allowing her to get up.

"I’ll go out, you don’t need to; they are worked up, and I don’t want you to get hurt."

"This whole thing is ultimately Chen Tong’s fault, and their agitation is a natural reaction. I should go out and apologize," Suizi placed herself in the role of the guardian, unwilling to avoid the issue.

Even though the deeds were committed by the former Chen Tong, the Chen Tong of this moment was, after all, her adopted son from a previous life, and she felt it was her responsibility to clean up this mess.

"I will take Chen Tong out with me, you stay here," Jingting said, caressing Suizi’s cheek, his heart not bearing the thought of his wife getting frightened.

"I don’t need you to handle this," Chen Tong retorted, unwilling to let Jingting fight his battles.

"Shut up. If it weren’t for Suizi, do you think I’d bother with you? When we go out, behave yourself. A man must take responsibility for his mistakes, don’t show cowardice that would make me look down on you!"

Chen Tong pursed his lips tightly, and though he was reluctant to admit it, Jingting’s aura of resolve forced him into submission.

The two of them stepped out the door together, and Suizi, unable to rest easy, contemplated following them until Uncle lazily spoke up.

"Tiegen is there; you needn’t worry."

Suizi sat back down.

By witnessing an honorable man handle a problem, perhaps the child would not become so extremist. The education of a young boy cannot be separated from the involvement of a father figure.

Chen Tong had expected Jingting to be confrontational with the uncle, after all, aren’t men with the nature of a street thug accustomed to resolving disputes with their fists?

But he was mistaken.

When Jingting went out, he was extremely polite.

He started with a thorough admission of guilt, pressing Chen Tong’s head down, urging him to bow to them.

Naturally, the uncle was not so easy to appease, and Jingting kicked the back of Chen Tong’s knee, forcing him to kneel with a thud.

The uncle and his wife were stunned.

"The kid has made a mistake, and he knows it’s wrong. But knowing isn’t enough, it doesn’t reverse the harm done to your child. So, today, if there’s anything you desire to alleviate your anger, I will agree to it," Jingting said, and removed his belt from his waist, holding it out to the uncle.