Fortunate Eighties: The Bewitching Female Rival Who Tamed Her Husband with Skill-Chapter 122 - Where Did the Mud Come From

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Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Where Did the Mud Come From?

Chapter 122 -122: Where Did the Mud Come From?

Pingping frowned, “He snatched sister’s toy.”

An’an was still angrily waving her little fists, “And pushed sister, and wants to spank his butt.”

The three-year-old sobbed and clung to grandma, “Give it back give it back, it wasn’t on purpose.”

“Sorry about that, is your Lele alright?” The old lady wasn’t one to make a fuss, apologizing on behalf of her grandson.

Xiao Yu pursed his lips, holding his sister tightly.

Susu checked her little girl, relieved to see she hadn’t been scratched.

“It’s fine, it’s normal for kids to fight and play.”

Susu held her soft little Jiaojiao gently, speaking to the scared and snotty three-year-old child.

“Next time you want to see a toy, can you ask brother and sister nicely, okay?”

“Uh-huh, got it.”

It was nothing new for kids to scuffle; the adults didn’t pay it much mind and continued to chat.

“Did you hear about that? Just recently, a man who hit his wife ended up getting beaten by her and sent to the hospital.”

“Really? I heard that as soon as the woman’s family got into the hospital, they beat the daughter-in-law up, leaving her with a swollen nose and bruised face.”

“Isn’t it normal for a man to hit a woman? But she dared to hit a man, was she looking for trouble or what?”

“Psh, why not? If my man hits me, I’ll hit him back, and if I can’t beat him, I’ll at least bite off a layer of his skin.”

Susu curled her lip, thinking about how hitting someone when you’re unmarried is intentional harm, but after marriage, even with the same intent, it gets lightly termed as “domestic violence”.

A single word, domestic violence, and no one could manage it, not even the police; all they could do was try to talk sense with words.

They were all useless things, bullies who only picked on the physically smaller, weaker women and children by nature.

“I heard that the young wife didn’t fight back at first, but later, while the whole family was sleeping, she beat them all up until they looked like pigs.”

“My goodness, was that little wife really that fierce?”

“Facing that awful kind of mother-in-law, she had to be tough. If she was any softer, she’d be bullied to death.”

“Oh dear, who would dare to take her in after that? If my daughter-in-law dared to do that, I’d immediately have my son divorce her. Give her a beating and kick her out.”

The speaker was a notorious oddball from the Family Court, always pinching and scraping, mistreating her daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

Susu scoffed, “These types of men who hit their wives, if they do it once, they’ll do it again. The first time he raises his hand, you have to hit back immediately, hard enough to knock his teeth out.

Otherwise, these bullies who prey on the weak will treat hitting women as a hobby, taking out any dissatisfaction on them.”

Everyone was stunned; they hadn’t expected the daughter-in-law from the Lu Family to be so formidable.

A bunch of old men and women looked at the elderly Lus with sympathy.

Tsk, tsk, the Lu family’s daughter-in-law is so fierce; Lu Laosi is going to have a tough time.

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Mrs. Lu’s eyes shone; she applauded, “Right, what my Susu said is correct.

Who doesn’t have a daughter? If my girl ended up with such a guy who dared to hit her, it wouldn’t just be up to my daughter; I’d personally lead my son and daughter-in-law to his door.

If we don’t beat that cur to the point where he’s searching for his teeth, my surname isn’t Su.”

Everyone: “(•’╻’•)꒳ᵒ꒳ᵎᵎᵎ”

The group of ladies, putting themselves in the same shoes, were also angered into cursing along.

Several old gentlemen were distracted, looking at Father Lu with sympathy, truly pitiful.

Having such a powerful daughter-in-law was one thing, but a fierce mother-in-law too? Poor Old Lu’s life is definitely hard!

Father Lu, feeling puzzled under their stares, “…”

The little girl nestled in her mother’s arms now watched her two brothers play happily with mud and couldn’t sit still any longer, twisting her little buttocks wanting to join them.

“Mommy, I want to go play.”

“Lele, what are you doing?”

“Mommy, I want to play with Brother.”

“Okay, go ahead, but don’t run off,” Susu patted her chubby darling’s little butt and shook her arm.

Their triplets ate too well; the two boys grew both horizontally and vertically, yet they weren’t too chubby.

The little girl hadn’t grown much taller, just chubbier, and after holding her for a while, Susu’s arms were sore.

Xiao Yu didn’t trust his younger siblings to be on their own, his gaze constantly on the three siblings who were bent over, their little butts in the air, bobbing their heads as they played with something, not knowing what.

He leaned in with curiosity, “Where did this mud come from?”

An’an, busy at work, didn’t even lift his head, “Big brother, little brother gave it to us.”

Xiao Yu sniffed the air as the sharp scent of urine hit his nose, and his brow furrowed deeply into a chuan character.

“Where did you get the water and mud?”

The littlest one, engrossed in molding mud, looked up and even demonstrated how they got the mud.

Dropping trousers, peeing, mixing with both hands, all done in one fluid motion.

Xiao Yu was astounded. He remembered doing something similar when he was a kid, but now he was a big ten-year-old and not some clueless little brat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he stealthily glanced at his mother, who loved cleanliness, and held his forehead in exasperation.

“Mom, the little ones got their hands dirty playing with mud. I’ll take them back to wash up.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Xiao Yu looked disdainfully at his siblings’ urine-smelling hands, “Let’s go, we’ll have candy back home, and then your brother will bring you out to play again.”

“Brother, bring the candy here.”

“Yes, big brother, have it ready.”

The three siblings clearly didn’t want to go back, still wanting to play with the mud.

Xiao Yu resorted to his trump card, “Come back with brother to wash your hands, and I’ll make you better mud, okay?”

“Okay, we’ll go back.”

“Back home, play with mud.”

“Play with mud.”

At the prospect, the three siblings were eager to grab their brother’s hand, causing Xiao Yu to panic at the sight of their urine-covered hands.

“Let’s hurry.”

“Brother, wait for me.”

“Brother, wait for An’an.”

“And for Lele too.”

Susu smiled as she watched the lively and cute siblings chasing one another.

“Sit tight, scrub your hands thoroughly, and when there’s no more mud, wash your hands with soap before you can have candy.”

At Xiao Yu’s command, the triplets obediently held out their chubby hands and earnestly began to rub them together.

He supervised the three little ones as they lathered up with soap, carefully cleaning until there was no longer a smell of urine on their hands, at which point Xiao Yu heaved a sigh of relief.

He fulfilled his promise to the little ones, first giving each a small piece of candy, then letting them play with mud again.

“Thank you, big brother.”

“An’an loves big brother the most.”

“Horsey~” Xiao Lele happily gave his big brother a kiss.

“I want one too, I want one too.”

All wanting to be the same, the pair of younger brothers were not to be outdone, each giving their brother a kiss on the cheek.

“Aunt Lu, your oldest son called and said he will call back in five minutes.”

“Ah, I’m coming right away.”

Mrs. Lu hurriedly followed Aunt Wang from the little shop, guessing that her oldest had some important matter.

“Alright, alright, I got it,” Mrs. Lu said, hanging up the phone with a cheerful smile.

“Yo, Aunt Lu is so happy. Got some good news now, have we?”

“My oldest said he’s sending two granddaughters back home. As a grandma, I’m delighted. More kids mean a livelier home.”

Mrs. Lu found it a bit strange that her son wasn’t waiting for a day off to send the granddaughters and was instead having a friend bring them. She couldn’t help but worry about the possibility of something happening on the way.