After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 181 Difficult Days

Chapter 181: Chapter 181 Difficult Days

The words burst from Lady Zhao’s mouth, carrying an undeniable decisiveness.

Jiang Xunzhong’s figure faltered, nearly stumbling and falling, as he angrily pointed towards Lady Zhao, reprimanding, "She’s simply a madwoman!"

The dissatisfaction and anger in his tone was clear and obvious.

At this moment, Xie Xinghua inside the house heard the commotion and quietly opened the door, her gaze first tenderly meeting Su Yu’s as she spoke softly and helplessly, "Sister-in-law, it seems I can only turn to you to look for Da Ya."

Upon hearing this, Su Yu nodded slightly, her eyes flashing with understanding, well aware of the difficulties Xie Xinghua faced under Lady Zhao’s watchful eye.

Xie Xinghua straightened her back, took steps closer to Lady Zhao, her eyes revealing unprecedented determination and sharpness, "As long as Da Ya doesn’t return home, the account between you and me cannot be settled."

Facing Xie Xinghua’s warning, Lady Zhao scoffed dismissively, a face full of disdain, "What can you do to me?"

The words were filled with scorn and disregard for this usually meek daughter-in-law.

However, as Xie Xinghua’s hand subtly lifted, Lady Zhao instinctively flinched backward, her voice shrilly threatening, "If you dare touch a single hair on me, I will immediately report you for filial impiety, tarnishing your reputation!"

Xie Xinghua’s lips curled into a cold smirk, her fingertips gently brushing past her ear, before her expression suddenly changed to one of innocence, "Mother-in-law, what bizarre things you say, how could I possibly lay a hand on you?"

Changing her tone, Xie Xinghua added sarcastically, "Speaking of reporting, I must remind you, remember Fang Qin also once threatened to report? What came of it? The County Magistrate Master knew right from wrong, do you dare bring such an accusation against me? Do you dare confront me in court?"

This speech caused Lady Zhao’s heart to waver.

Indeed, even though Fang Qin had been injured in her plea, she failed to overwhelm Su Yu, only to face her own consequences... If she truly reported it, who in the village would genuinely support her?

Lady Zhao knew very well that her actions had long been exposed.

Impatiently, she waved her hand, signaling, "Move, all of you move, stop bothering me, go and make me a bowl of noodles, I’m about to faint from hunger."

She still maintained an air of superiority, convinced that Xie Xinghua, despite her internal outrage, was merely making verbal protests, still the manipulable weakling at her core.

Xie Xinghua did not say much, simply silently turned and walked into the kitchen, but the gloom in her eyes had not faded, seemingly hiding a deeper resolve.

All of this, Su Yu saw and could not help but tense up inside.

She was worried that in extreme anger, Xie Xinghua might do something drastic to Lady Zhao, which could lead to a serious crime punishable by death.

Lady Zhao’s face bore a clear scorn, her slightly raised eyes as if silently challenging Xie Xinghua, showing the confidence deep in her heart—confidence that Xie Xinghua would never defy her wishes, not even by a slight margin.

Seeing this, Su Yu quickly stepped forward, lightly grasping Xie Xinghua’s sleeve, her eyes full of worry and pleading, whispering, "Changping and the children are all counting on you, do not, in a fit of anger, do something you might regret."

Her words were gentle yet firm, like a breeze soothing the heart, inadvertently bringing some calm.

"Rest assured, I know what I’m doing."

Although Xie Xinghua’s voice was calm, it contained an unmistakable resolve.

With that, she turned and entered the kitchen, her back appearing extraordinarily determined, as if declaring to everyone that no matter the obstacles ahead, she would press on courageously.

Lady Zhao’s gaze sharpened like a sword, firmly fixed on Su Yu, her eyes burning with anger, yet that anger could only be buried deep inside.

She knew well, in a direct confrontation, whether by combat or a battle of words, she was no match for this astute woman.

Thus, she silently swore in her heart, yet her expression remained unchanged, only the corners of her mouth curling into a cold smirk as if to say, "Let’s wait and see."

Just as the tension escalated, Jiang Ziling’s hearty voice came from outside, "Breakfast is ready, everyone come and eat."

These words were like a ray of morning sunlight, instantly dispersing the gloom in the room.

"Coming."

Su Yu responded and turned to enter the room, her heart carrying a trace of concern for her family.

She knew that Xixi had stayed up too late last night and must still be sound asleep, so she did not disturb her beautiful dream.

At the dining table, only Su Yu and Jiang Ziling sat opposite each other, the air filled with an indescribable warmth and harmony.

Time seemed to slow down here, the previous awkwardness between them had vanished without a trace, replaced by a natural understanding like that of long-time companions.

Jiang Ziling silently enjoyed this rare tranquility, while Su Yu, with her open-minded nature, didn’t perceive the subtle shift and continued to be lively and cheerful.

In the kitchen, Xie Xinghua efficiently cooked a large pot of noodles, first serving herself a bowl and eating heartily as if to gather courage to face life’s challenges.

Afterward, she carefully carried three steaming bowls of noodles on a tray, her steps light as she returned to the room.

Her plan gradually took shape in her mind—rather than rushing and allowing Lady Zhao to exploit them, it was better to step back and trade patience and wisdom for ultimate victory.

When Er Ya and San Ya saw the noodles in their mother’s hands, their eyes widened in disbelief.

In the past, the food they managed to get was always pitifully scarce, and even when the family sat together, it was barely enough to fill their stomachs.

"Mom, with so many noodles, will Grandma get angry?"

Er Ya asked timidly, holding her chopsticks but hesitating to start eating.

San Ya was different, her innocent smile spreading across her little face as she picked up her chopsticks and began eating ferociously, savoring the rare treat.

Xie Xinghua lovingly stroked Er Ya’s head and reassured her, "It’s okay, sweetheart, eat up. Once we’re full, we still need to take some to Dad."

Encouraged by her mother, Er Ya finally relaxed and began to devour her food.

Xie Xinghua, carrying the now-empty plates, walked slowly out of the room, crossed the yard, and deliberately took a long detour back to the kitchen.

The noodles in the pot, soaked for too long, had swelled up, appearing to fill the bowl, but in reality, the water made them look more substantial than they were, providing little nourishment.

Xie Xinghua’s heart was filled with even more resolve to fight for a better life for her family.

She expertly mixed the seasonings, meticulously adjusting the ratio of each spice, as if orchestrating a symphony of flavors.

This noodle dish, under her skillful hands, gradually blended into the warmth and delicateness of life, as if truly imbued with a soul.

Afterward, she carefully plated this meal filled with sentiment and walked resolutely towards the elders’ room.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the path, yet it seemed unable to illuminate a shadow in her heart.

Just as she reached the door, a burst of angry words pierced the air, striking her ears.