Chapter 67 - Chapter 67: Chapter 067 The End (1/2)

Chapter 67: Chapter 067 The End

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Truly, Mrs. Song had no sense of shame. When she used to torment Zhuang Qingning, we never saw her paying any due respect as an elder to others. Now, when she perceives others faring marginally better, she conveniently espouses the elder’s status to demand respect, without a shred of remorse or embarrassment.

A segment of the crowd threw Zhuang Qingning a glare.

What a frustrating child. It was merely a minor issue involving a bowl of dumplings; she could have simply declined. Instead, she escalated matters by threateningly brandishing a kitchen knife. This has blown things way out of proportion.

Zhuang Jingyc gave both Mrs. Song and Zhuang Qingning a fierce glare.

These two are nothing but trouble!

“Making such a huge fuss over a trivial matter, do you not feel embarrassed…?”

Zhuang Jingyc reprimanded both in a gruff tone.

“Village Chief, you shouldn’t speak like this.”

Zhuang Qingning interrupted Zhuang Jingye’s reproving speech. “It was explicitly mentioned when I was declared head of the household that there would be no further involvement with my uncle’s family. If so, on what grounds am I obligated to share my dumplings with them?”

“When it comes to respecting elders who, after all, arc not one’s biological parents, it’s not a given that I should show unconditional respect. The bond between me and my uncle’s household is somewhat strained. Even though my sister and I lived under my uncle’s roof for several years, they also profited from our lands. Now that debts are squared, it’s my choice whether to honor or not to honor them. Just because Mrs. Song demands her rights, docs this justify barging into my house demanding whatever she fancies?”

“Moreover, who knows what she will demand next time if it’s dumplings today? Didn’t she bluntly claim at our house that she is entitled to my earnings? Doesn’t this imply that she feels entitled to seize whatever she wants from me? In future, can she randomly snatch food or money?”

“Now that I’m the head of my household, how can I ignore such actions, irrespective of their nature? Such tolerance would invite further harassment from everybody else, wouldn’t it?”

“Indeed, what Zhuang Qingning said is reasonable!” Quickly arriving at the scene, Zhuang Yonghe chimed in, “First, it’s dumplings, who knows what they will snatch next?”

“Now that Zhuang Qingning is head of her household, she can’t merely let these issues slide. Consider if it happens amongst brothers who have separated households; If a brother barges into your house, eats and takes without a word, wouldn’t that irk you?”

“Zhuang Qingning was constantly tormented by Mrs. Song. Now that she is finally the head of her household and no longer subjected to bullying, she shouldn’t be forced to bear with all their whims like before.”

With Zhuang Yonghe speaking out, the onlookers started agreeing with him, expressing that Mrs. Song was in the wrong.

Indeed, if she is grabbing dumplings now, who knows what she’ll snatch next? Fear settles in the hearts of men. When you give an inch, they take a mile—no different than trampling over your head while defecating and urinating.”

Especially Mrs. Song, who is known for her heartlessness. Isn’t it because Zhuang Qingning bore with it that she was bullied for so long?

Zhuang Jingye was annoyed by the squabbling onlookers. He raised his hand: “Silence!”

Isn’t it obvious who the village chief is? A rambunctious lot who no longer respected his authority?

As Zhuang Jingye called for silence, the crowd quietened down.

“Mrs. Song, you were indeed in the wrong. As Zhuang Qingning said, the two of you have no actual relations anymore, you cannot just go to her house and seize things.”

“What are you talking about, but I’m her aunt, why can’t I have some dumplings…,”

Mrs. Song was unnerved with so many people siding with Zhuang Qingning. Furthermore, Zhuang Jingye was chastising her, which ignited her anger.

“Why can’t I?” Zhuang Qingning snorted coldly. Suddenly, with a whizzing sound, she flung the kitchen knife in her hand.

The knife headed straight towards Mrs. Song, freezing her on the spot.