Chapter 153 - Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Whos Right, Whos Wrong? (1/2)

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Who’s Right, Who’s Wrong?

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“Easier said than done.”

Mrs. Wen glanced at Zhuang Qingning impatiently: “Do you think I, an old woman, don’t understand this principle?”

“I’m already older than you, I’ve eaten more salt than all the rice you’ve ever had. How could I not see through such a thing, am I worse than a little girl like you?”

“But you need to know one thing, in this world, knowing is one thing, doing is another. It’s like everyone knows that ill-gotten wealth should not be kept, but they can’t control their own hands. It’s like some people know it’s wrong to steal, but when they see the goods, they can’t move on.”

“Now, it’s the same for me. All these years, I’ve been reminding myself that I have to do this to succeed. After twenty years of practice, it has become a habit. How could I change just because you tell me to now?”

“It’s like a rooster crowing at dawn, waking people up before sunrise. If one day you suddenly don’t let it crow, asking it to crow in the evening instead, it might not be able to do it. The rooster might even die of suffocation.”

“Just give up on this idea.”

Mrs. Wen said, her heart filled with waves of bitterness, followed by a deep sigh.

What kind of situation is this?

When Zhuang Shengxing passed away back then, the three children at home were very young, the youngest one just learning to walk. My in-laws offered no help, my older brothers and younger brothers were just waiting to see me fall, even outsiders saw me as a young widow, only thinking about taking advantage of me.

That kind of situation, like walking on a single-plank bridge with wolves in the front and tigers behind, a careless step could lead to eternal downfall, only leading to a life of darkness.

In order to bring up children in this world, I had to put away my gentle and good-hearted nature, and turn into a violent and shrewish widow, someone who people would shake their heads at, saying how ruthless and merciless I am.

Although the reputation was bad, life was getting better.

People knew not to mess with me, no longer dared to aim at me, my tofu shop was protected, people treated me respectfully, and no one dared to trick me over money. Other people’s children also didn’t dare to bully mine, calling them fatherless children.

Although life was better, I was somewhat upset. I had to act like a devil outside, and a loving mother inside. These two contradictory personalities often left me in a daze. With the daily labor of the tofu shop, Mrs. Wen eventually found it too hard, so she simply gave up on the ordeal.

She had a bad temper with the outside world and wasn’t much better with her own children. Over time, she developed a habit, and this temperament stayed. But eventually, because of her character, the children got farther and farther away from her.

She had once turned herself into this current state for the sake of these children, but after she turned into this state, her children began to hate her. In this matter, who was right, who was wrong?

Mrs. Wen didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know anymore.

She is old now, and it won’t be long before she will be lying in a coffin and buried underground to see her husband. So why bother about these things?

Mrs. Wen closed her slightly tart eyes. When she opened them again, they were even murkier and her throat was a bit tense and dry.

Mrs. Wen reached out for the teapot on the table, intending to pour herself a glass of water, but the teapot was empty, not a drop of water came out.