The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was so angry that she beat her chest.
"If the head of the family is entangled with those cheap sluts, he will definitely be stained with fish. The rest is fine. If it affects Anbang's reputation, I will fight for him."
After saying this, Mrs. Zheng's eyes turned red.
The old lady's face tightened, and her expression turned ugly.
"Ms. Zheng, please pay attention to your words. You are an upright man, so contact with the villagers is inevitable. If you act recklessly, my mother will not be able to help you."
"What do you mean, mother? You would rather be with an outsider than with me as your wife?"
Mrs. Zheng blushed and looked back at the closed door, feeling a little bitter. She and her mother-in-law had been arguing in the yard for so long, and the head of the house didn't even come out to take a look, leaving her alone to face her mother-in-law's difficulties.
"It's not that I'm facing outsiders, but that you, as a daughter-in-law, are ignorant. When something happens, you should take the initiative to help the man solve the problem, instead of just crying and making trouble without asking."
The old lady had a cold face. She treated her daughter-in-law preferentially because of her eldest son.
In addition, she gave birth to a grandson for the Bai family. The Anbang child is a smart one, and he might actually be able to get some merit and come back.
But one generation does not care about the affairs of two generations. She only cares about her son and grandson. The old man has the final say and it is not her turn to interfere.
"Okay, don't make a fuss, others will hear the joke. I will remind Yunsong to stay away from those little wives. It's getting late, go prepare dinner."
After that, the old lady returned to the house on crutches, leaving Mrs. Zheng with nowhere to vent her anger. She looked at the two rooms with closed doors and beat her chest angrily.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" At this moment, Bai Anbang entered the yard holding a few books and looked at her with a puzzled face.
"Anbang, son, you are finally back. Mom is almost mad at your father."
Mrs. Zheng seemed to have finally found a relative. She held her son and complained for a while. All the grievances were unbearable at this moment. After speaking, she took out the handkerchief and covered her mouth, whimpering.
Bai Anbang frowned. Apart from reading, he didn't really like listening to his parents' trivial worries.
"Mom, don't worry, dad won't do anything outrageous. He just wants to save face and is embarrassed to refuse. Next time, just don't let those people in."
"Son, you are still young. There are some things you don't understand. There is a lot of work at home, and Mom can't keep an eye on your dad all the time. How can you guard against it?"
Mrs. Zheng wiped her eyes and looked at the closed door.
"Mom, life is really hard. Over the years of being married to your father, I have taken care of the old and raised the young. I have finally raised you all. Now you can worry less, but your father has started to do it again."
Bai Anbang pursed his lips, put down the book in his hand, stretched out his hand to rub his mother's back,
"Mom, don't worry, my son is here and I won't let you be wronged."
"Hey~, my good son, I won't be afraid of you, no matter how many times I'll be wronged."
Mrs. Zheng felt a lot better because her son was considerate. She picked up the handkerchief and wiped her eyes, lifted the cloth on the fence, and forced a smile.
"These are the eggs I exchanged with your third grandma. My son can make them whatever he wants, scrambled eggs or steamed custard."