After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 147 Unfilial

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Unfilial

She immediately began to feign aggrievement, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.

"My husband has passed away, yet you still defame him here. How cruel your heart is!"

Now that the person is no longer present, the truth seems no longer important.

Fang Qin silently calculated within her heart, how could Su Yu’s one-sided story possibly harm her?

A chill smile curled Su Yu’s lips, staring directly at Fang Qin’s pretense of compassion, her voice laced with scorn, "You say I am venomous? How am I venomous? Could it be that I, taking advantage of the absence of family elders, drove Jiang Youfu out of the house?"

Upon these words, Fang Qin’s face immediately turned extremely ugly, while Lady Zhao, as if she had heard some astonishing secret, urgently demanded, "What do you mean by that?"

Su Yu shrugged indifferently, recounting the events of that day, "I remember clearly, that evening, I went to deliver steamed buns to Aunt Wang, we talked for a long time, therefore, I returned late. Just as I stepped into the courtyard, I heard Jiang Youfu crying at the door, saying he was scared and begging me to let him into the house to hide for a bit."

Su Yu precisely captured the panicked glance Fang Qin tried to avoid, her tone tinged with a biting sarcasm, "I wonder what upset Ziling to such a degree that he retaliated like this. It was so dark that night; if someone had not pushed him out of the door, how would he have accidentally fallen into the lotus pond?"

With just a few words, Su Yu easily shifted all accusations towards Fang Qin, and though her allegations were exaggerated, they were not entirely fabricated.

"You are slandering me!"

Fang Qin attempted a rebuttal amid her panic, but her increasing unease only made her defense seem pale and unconvincing.

Su Yu did not waste any more words, for she knew that the situation was like an arrow released from its bow—the subsequent development would be left for Lady Zhao and Fang Qin to face themselves.

Lady Zhao, unable to contain her anger, pointed directly at Fang Qin, her voice shaking the neighborhood, "You heartless woman, after Youfu turned out like this, not only do you not feel pity, you even intensified your abuse of him..."

"I truly underestimated your cruelty. He was your husband! You killed him; what good does being a widow do for you!"

Amid her words, Lady Zhao raised her hand, seemingly ready to teach Fang Qin a lesson.

Fang Qin found herself in a difficult position, needing to protect the child in her arms and fend off Lady Zhao’s attack.

She cried out in defense, "Mother, I didn’t do it, don’t believe her nonsense."

Yet her defense, heard by everyone, came across as feeble and unconvincing.

Just as the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were on the brink of conflict, about to erupt into an altercation, the village chief and Jiang Xunzhong hurriedly interceded to mediate and stop them.

Su Yu then timely helped Jiang Ziling up, speaking indifferently, "You can handle your family affair slowly, we won’t disturb you further."

A meal that started with gathering clouds and brewing storms—the waters had been muddled, making it undoubtedly the best moment to quietly withdraw.

Seeing Su Yu about to leave, Fang Qin quickly raised her voice to retain her, "Mother, don’t forget why we came here today, she’s deliberately trying to divide us, don’t be fooled by her tricks!"

Reminded in this way, Lady Zhao’s emotions cooled slightly, but her glare remained fiercely fixed on Fang Qin, her teeth clenched as she threatened, "I will settle this account with you sooner or later."

Fang Qin showed disdain, her earlier panic apparently just a temporary loss of composure; deep inside, she was not truly afraid of Lady Zhao’s threats. Although the turmoil had temporarily subsided, the undercurrents were still moving; peace within the household seemed far out of reach.

Lady Zhao stopped Su Yu and Jiang Ziling, who were about to leave, her voice carrying an undeniable resolution, "Hold on, both of you, stay a moment."

Noticing that Lady Zhao’s feigned warmth had completely vanished, Su Yu dispensed with the pleasantries and asked directly, her eyes flashing openly with doubt, "Is there something else that requires our attention?"

Faced with Su Yu’s straightforward question, Lady Zhao realized her gentle approach had failed previously and thus she dropped the pretense, her lips curling into a cold smirk as she let out a disdainful snort, "The Jiang Family has never formally divided its estate before. Driving Ziling away back then was my mishandling. Now that Youfu has passed and Changping has unfortunately fallen ill, Ziling is the only man left in the Jiang family who can shoulder the responsibility."

Her words revealed an unquestionable decisiveness, "Therefore, the heavy responsibility of raising Dazhuang and supporting the two of us should naturally fall on his shoulders alone."

Upon hearing this, Su Yu felt a surge of confusion, as if she had been plunged into an absurd dream.

This illogical statement from the lips of Lady Zhao made Su Yu wonder if there was something wrong with her ears or if Lady Zhao’s thinking had deviated from normalcy?

"Do I need to repeat that to confirm whether what you just said is true?" Su Yu’s tone carried both anger and a hint of resigned humor.

When Jiang Ziling was considered a burden, Lady Zhao couldn’t wait to be rid of him, fearing he might eat even a morsel of food from the family.

Now, with Ziling still limping and herself having lost her son, feeling isolated and helpless, she had turned her sights on Jiang Ziling again, expecting him to take on the responsibility of raising her grandson Dazhuang.

How ironic, once one’s cheek is as thick as a city wall, it seems there’s nothing too tough to handle in the world; if a tree is stripped of its bark, what else could hinder its growth?

Amidst the silent crowd, Su Yu turned her gaze to Jiang Xunzhong beside her, her tone containing a hint of inquiry, "Then, do you agree with her?"

Jiang Xunzhong pursed his lips, remaining silent.

Though he had learned to stand up to Lady Zhao, deep down, her words seemed to touch a sensitive nerve within him.

Seeing this, Su Yu shifted her gaze to the village chief, Uncle Li, and the elder who had severely criticized her earlier, hoping for a different response, "Honored elders, do you think such a demand is just and reasonable?"

The village chief hesitated, as though he internally disagreed, but given the harsh reality, he found it difficult to object.

Uncle Li deliberated over his words, slowly adding, "Dazhuang is young and naive, and your parents will one day grow old, you see..."

"This is absolutely impossible."

Jiang Ziling finally spoke up, breaking the long silence with a firm attitude.

The Old Village Chief stood out, taking a moral high ground, and vehemently criticized Jiang Ziling, "Ziling, honoring parents and raising a deceased brother’s son are the duties of a man from the Jiang Family. To refuse would be undutiful and against the proper way."

"Even if I have to bear the names of being undutiful and utterly rebellious, I will not compromise."

Jiang Ziling’s voice was calm yet resolute as he grabbed Su Yu’s hand, planning to leave this place of turmoil.

Su Yu gently held back Jiang Ziling, motioning him to sit down, her eyes filled with understanding and support, "We can’t just leave like this, things need to be clarified, or else it will leave room for criticism."

Then, facing everyone, although her voice was soft, it carried an inescapable force, "The ancients said, ’a kind mother and a filial son, a friendly older brother and a respectful younger brother.’