Chapter 189 The Unjust Sister 3
Mother Zhong, who always claimed to prepare a generous dowry for her, not only deducted the betrothal money and betrothal gifts given by the man, but also made the original owner marry with empty hands. After that, she often came to the original owner to cry poor and coax her salary.
The old widower is a domestic violence man.
He beat away his last wife.
The original owner was beaten every other day. She went home crying and wanted her family to support her, but Zhong's mother advised her, "Every couple has gone through this kind of bumps and bruises. Just bear with it. It's not easy for your two brothers to support the family. If they take leave, their wages will be deducted. If you don't think about your two brothers, you can't add to their burden."
Not long after, the original owner became pregnant, but she was beaten to the point of miscarriage and hemorrhage and died. Mother Zhong took the whole family to make a fuss, and later her in-laws gave 20,000 yuan to settle the matter.
The two younger brothers each received 10,000 yuan, and the family left happily. From beginning to end, they never even looked at the original owner's body.
It was not until this time that the original owner regretted his decision.
She was sincere to her family, but they treated her as a tool to make money. Even after her death, they would suck her dry and use her for their benefit.
"Host, the original owner's wish is, one, to no longer be a slave to the Zhong family and to have control over the money she earns, and two, to find a suitable man to marry when she is around 20, like other girls of the same age."
Yuanchun opened her eyes, hummed, and left the space.
You couldn't help but curse, "That damn girl, why is he so mean? Why does he care if other people's children fall down? It's the end of the month, and there's food outside the house. Tell me, how are we going to survive the remaining few days?"
Zhong Guohao cursed back angrily, "Bah, you are the one who smells like trash like him, and you are going to be laughed at as a trash woman in school like him. He is a lady, he has to take care of you, you are hungry because of him, he has to make money to buy buns for you."
Yuanchun covered her chest with a hurt look on her face, "Guohao, what he said really hurts my young lady's heart. What does it have to do with you if our family is hungry? Do you get up early in the morning to pick up garbage and coal slag to sell for some steamed buns to support them, and even create hatred for them? If that's the case, you used to pick up garbage and coal slag, and if they wanted to eat steamed buns, they could pick them up themselves. They have long arms and legs, and what's more, every time you brought back the steamed buns, you ate them all by yourself, and you still blame them for making you hungry every time, but they blame you instead. They are so ungrateful."
"It's so dirty, you are the one who should go pick up garbage and coal slag." Zhong Yuanfen snorted and snuggled up to the bag and acted coquettishly.
Yuanchun was filled with righteous indignation, pointing at us and cursing, "They are ungrateful and ungrateful. They shouldn't have called you Miss before. They should have gone to pick up garbage and coal slag themselves."
“Miss, it’s all his fault. He lost the steamed buns and now our family is going to starve.” Jong Kook glared at you angrily.
Zhong Guoruo also looked disdainful, "If you go to pick it up, you will dirty your clothes and be laughed at."
When Zhong's mother heard the door open, she came out with a gentle smile, "Yuanchun, you're back. Where are the steamed buns? Take them out quickly. His brothers and sisters are hungry."
Yuanchun smacked her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mom, before you came out of the steamed bun shop, you saw a big brother who had fallen to the ground and was crying. You went to help me up with bad intentions, but when you turned around, your basket was snatched away. You chased him for eight blocks but couldn't catch him. Woohoo... Mom, you must be so heartbroken for having so few white flour buns."
Mother Zhong also felt distressed.
Then, I returned home empty-handed.
"Mom, the steamed buns were stolen."