Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All-Chapter 1217 - 1186

Alright, back to the point.

"I’m defaming you? Haven’t you thought about sleeping with that woman? Haven’t you thought about selling her afterwards for your gambling funds?"

The old lady, Wang Xinlan, spat as she spoke: "That woman was brought home by Third brother. Leaving her here was initially meant to lighten my burden. And you, at your age, always look at her with such disgusting eyes. If she hadn’t run away, would she wait for you to ruin her?"

Jiang Bowen quietly advised Wang Xinlan: "Mom, just say a little less about Dad!"

"Why should I say less?" Wang Xinlan replied irritably to her eldest son: "If you were more capable, would she have taken my three granddaughters and run away with someone?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Grandma, I’m hungry!"

Jiang Boxun’s youngest son clutched his stomach and called out to Wang Xinlan.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry. Only you know hunger; you think your grandma doesn’t? But what’s left to eat in this house?" Wang Xinlan cursed as she stood up to find something for her grandson.

"So annoying!" came the voice of Second Master Jiang’s third son, Jiang Boxuan. He was once a playboy, but after moving to the slum, he largely lived off his looks.

"Dad, can’t you quit gambling?" Jiang Boxuan asked, deeply resentful: "When I brought that woman home, Mom found plenty of valuables on her. And now, not long after, you’ve squandered it all. Are you trying to drive the rest of the family to death?"

Rubbing his forehead, Jiang Boxuan didn’t want to linger in this wreck of a house any longer.

However, he was brought back by his elder brother Jiang Bowen. If he refused to follow, Jiang Bowen would stand guard outside his girlfriend’s house and not leave.

This attracted quite a spectacle from passersby.

To ensure he could continue living off his girlfriend, Jiang Boxuan had to return to the slum with Jiang Bowen, or else he might be kicked out by his "girlfriend"!

"If I could quit, I would have already!"

Second Master Jiang replied in a muffled voice.

"Then go die!"

Jiang Boxuan was suddenly filled with loathing: "Living like this, the rest of the family will eventually be driven to death by you. If you die, maybe the others might have a way out!"

"You beast! Telling who to die?"

Second Master Jiang trembled with anger.

Jiang Bowen was utterly shocked, incredulously looking at Jiang Boxuan.

"I don’t think I need to say it again."

Jiang Boxuan said irritably: "Because of your gambling addiction, and your and elder brother’s schemes, our family has lost everything. Plus, we’ve been dumped in this slum by our uncle. Do you know? I’ve wished more than once that you’d die, and you..."

His gaze shifted to Jiang Bowen: "Big brother, your wife ran away with the three nieces, and the one most to blame is you. You didn’t know how to stop Dad, but silently supported his proposal. What kind of father are you?

Even afterward, you didn’t reflect on it, instead learning from Dad to freeload at home, making Mom earn a living to support you. Where is your dignity?"

Jiang Bowen remained silent, but he felt ashamed.

He instinctively lowered his head, not refuting Jiang Boxuan’s words.

"As for me, to avoid adding burden on the family, I lowered my dignity to please those old women. Did you ever consider my feelings?"

Saying this, Jiang Boxuan wiped the corner of his eye and called his mother Wang Xinlan outside to speak.

"Mom..."

They walked to a spot twenty or thirty meters from the house, and Jiang Boxuan lowered his voice: "Let me take you and the nephews back to the country!"

"How to go back? Do you have money?"