Chapter 454 - Chapter 454: Chapter 441: Forgetful (1/2)

Chapter 454: Chapter 441: Forgetful

However, as the onlookers pointed out, neither Zhang Xiangrong nor Mrs. Cao came out to refute the rumors.

Zhuang Qingning’s heart suddenly sank.

Zhang Xiangrong and Mrs. Cao are essentially kind and good-natured characters.

Against Zhang Xiangrui and Mrs. Guo, such types of people most easily become victims of their slander. They might not know how to defend themselves against such accusations, which makes sense in the context.

Zhuang Qingning lowered her head, contemplating how to get them out of this predicament.

Just as she was thinking, Zhang Xiangrong and Mrs. Cao came out of the shop.

Perhaps due to their hurried exit and anger, Zhang Xiangrong appeared to be limping slightly, and Mrs. Cao, supporting him, had tears welling up in her eyes, and her face was lined with fury.

Similarly, Zhang Xiangrong’s eyes were filled with anger.

Facing such a predicament and being slandered so blatantly, it was impossible not to be angry.

However, Zhuang Qingning could discern that while Zhang Xiangrong and Mrs. Cao were indeed angry, they showed no signs of fear or surprise, but rather a tinge of self-confidence.

It seemed they had a plan in mind?

Zhuang Qingning thought for a moment and decided not to intervene but to observe from the crowd.

Almost instantly, the anger in the faces of Zhang Xiangrong and Mrs. Cao had all but disappeared, replaced by sorrow and, surprisingly, delight?

Mrs. Cao’s voice was a little hoarse, tinged with a note of crying, “Years ago, when you two didn’t care for your parents, I still thought you had completely forgotten about your dear mother.”

“It’s good that you’ve finally come around now, realizing that even if your own lives aren’t great, your first duty should be to your parents.”

“Yes, you’ve grown and matured now, your eldest brother is very happy,” Zhang Xiangrong said, putting on a show of wiping away tears, “If your father were still alive and could see you now, he would be so pleased.”

“Ah, if only you had been this sensible and respectful a few years earlier, your father wouldn’t have been unable to close his eyes peacefully when he left us …”

“What’s in the past is in the past, all those old and trivial matters, it’s been so long, you might not even remember them anymore. I shouldn’t be reminding you of that…”

Zhang Xiangrui and Mrs. Guo’s faces suddenly changed.

In just a few sentences, they had effectively unveiled all their faults.

They were immature, disrespectful, so much so that their father died with his eyes open in frustration. And they had conveniently forgotten about it all.

What seemed like kind sentiments were actually accusations framing them as disrespectful sons.

When did this Zhang Xiangrong start to be so eloquent?

Zhang Xiangrui bit down hard on his teeth, his face alternated between red and white, changing rapidly like a palette.