Switched Marriage: The Coddled Little Wife-Chapter 379: Turning Hostile Quickly

Qin Han clicked his tongue, "Quick to turn a face."

Qin Yang discontentedly said, "You don’t know how short you are, it’s suffocating me."

"..."

This is a real brotherhood.

"Did you find out what you needed to know?"

Qin Han patted his chest, "I figured it out a long time ago. If I wasn’t waiting for you, I would have already taken action."

Qin Yang nodded, "Then let’s go, make it quick and come back soon," she still wants to cuddle with her wife in bed.

...

In the quiet alley late at night, Zhang Wenbin pulled his clothes closer and walked home shivering.

Suddenly, rapid footsteps came from behind. Before he could turn around, a sack covered his head, and then a flurry of punches and kicks rained down on him.

Enduring the pain, Zhang Wenbin shouted, "Who are you? I have no quarrels and grievances with you, did you mistake me for someone else?"

He had only returned recently, the relatives here didn’t even know he was back, how could he have made enemies?

However, no matter how much Zhang Wenbin shouted, the other party showed no signs of stopping.

From the initial resistance and shouting, to later only curling up and moaning while incessantly begging for mercy.

It was not until he thought he would be beaten to death that they finally stopped.

Hearing the footsteps gradually fading away, he struggled to remove the sack from his head, but there was no trace of those people anymore.

Zhang Wenbin, in pain, convulsed all over and lay on the ground for a long time before he silently got up and slowly shuffled home.

Mrs. Zhang was washing clothes in the courtyard while cursing, "All lazybones with black hearts, the clothes have been soaking for three days and almost stinking, yet still not washed. Does she really think she’s a princess? She should look in the mirror, does she even have the fate of a princess..."

Before Mrs. Zhang could finish, the door of the adjacent room banged open.

Li Wenhong stood at the door with her arms crossed, "You still won’t let people sleep at night? You think you are fit to be a mother-in-law if I am not fit to be a princess? Washing your own clothes and still expecting others to wash them, how shameless."

Mrs. Zhang didn’t expect her to talk back. This daughter-in-law had been home for a few days now, not cooking or washing clothes, and not tidying up the room.

Now she couldn’t play cards and had to cook and wash clothes for the family.

Now she had to be scolded by her daughter-in-law, and Mrs. Zhang was immediately infuriated.

"What kind of daughter-in-law are you, not getting up in the morning, not cooking, and the clothes in this basin are all Wenbin’s. Is this how you take care of your family?"

Li Wenhong snorted, "I live my own life, why should I look at others? If you think other daughters-in-law are better, why don’t you go be a mother-in-law in their house? I married Zhang Wenbin to live a life, not to be your nanny. Why should I exclusively do all the washing and cooking? If I hadn’t come to your house, wouldn’t you still have eaten?"

Mrs. Zhang was at a loss for words, "But aren’t all daughters-in-law supposed to do these things?"

"Exactly, daughters-in-law are supposed to do these things, and you are also a daughter-in-law, why complain?"

After saying this, Li Wenhong slammed the room door shut.

Mrs. Zhang was so angry she trembled and almost fainted.

Just then, Zhang Wenbin limped in from outside.

Seeing her son looking like her mainstay, Mrs. Zhang started crying and complaining.

"Wenbin, you’re finally back. Your mom is almost bullied to death by that bitch. Is it easy for me to do the laundry and cook for you every day? That bitch even scolds me. If you don’t take control, I’m going to be bullied to death."

Zhang Wenbin was in pain all over from being beaten and just wanted to go back to his room to rest, but he couldn’t shake off his mom, who kept dragging him while he spoke impatiently.

"Isn’t it just doing laundry and cooking? What’s the big deal? If she doesn’t want to do it, you should just do it. Also, next time you cook, add more oil and make the dishes more delicate. Wenhong hasn’t lived a hard life before; even if our family is tight on money and can’t eat meat often, you still need to make the meals finer."

Qin Juan’s cooking skills were excellent before, but Zhang Wenbin didn’t mention that.

Thinking about it, his mom had enjoyed Qin Juan’s cooking for so many years; she should understand what he meant.

Mrs. Zhang stared in disbelief. What did he mean by saying laundry and cooking were no big deal?

Three meals a day, and she’s supposed to make different dishes each time?

Not to mention the clothes, it’s so cold, and all the clothes are thick, her hands have cracked from washing these days.

Her son doesn’t cherish her, and he even complains about her cooking?

"You ungrateful wretch, am I still your mom? Really, you got a wife and forgot your mom; for that bitch, you actually treat me like this?"

Mrs. Zhang cried out and called Old Master Zhang to come and decide.

Old Master Zhang heard them quarreling from inside the room, and was already annoyed hearing what Li Wenhong said; he didn’t want to come out, but now he had to, his face full of impatience.

"This home is chaotic enough, can you keep quiet for a bit?"

If it wasn’t for this old woman making trouble out of nothing every day, would his daughter-in-law have divorced his son? If they hadn’t divorced, would he have lost his job?

"Just washing some clothes and cooking some meals, and you make such a fuss about it, acting as if you’ve done a great deed. That’s enough, my son is tired as well."

When Qin Juan was around, although not every meal had meat, there were always vegetables and soup, and the meals were delicious.

The old woman’s cooking is nothing but careless, even making a fuss about preparing a single dish every day; even if his son didn’t say it, he would have.

Mrs. Zhang was dumbfounded now, her son didn’t understand her, and neither did her husband.

Mrs. Zhang was so angry that she sat in the courtyard crying and swearing.

Zhang Wenbin didn’t bother with his mom and limped into the house.

Li Wenhong knew Zhang Wenbin had come back, and seeing him enter, she looked disdainful, "What, you’re here to scold me on your mom’s behalf? Zhang Wenbin, you know how I used to live alone before, now that I’m with you, there’s no way I should be living worse than when I was alone."

"Look at you, I haven’t even said anything yet," Zhang Wenbin took off his muddy coat.

Only then did Li Wenhong see how he looked. "What happened to you, did you fall?"

Zhang Wenbin didn’t speak; on his way back, he had figured things out.

He didn’t offend anyone during his time back in An City, but Qin Juan’s relatives still live there.

Before, he didn’t understand the Qin family; in fact, he’d never seriously considered the Qin family people.

A family of vegetable farmers, what could they achieve? Qin Juan was lucky to marry him.

But after the divorce, he realized the Qin brothers weren’t as easy to provoke as he had imagined, especially Second Qin.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Li Wenhong took it as him admitting he fell.

"I told you to carry a flashlight, and you didn’t. You’re an adult and still falling over, really ridiculous."

Looking at his clothes, apart from being dirty, they were not torn. She threw them back at him, "Your mom is just washing clothes, let her wash these too."

Zhang Wenbin looked at her but couldn’t help saying, "My mom is also getting older, she never used to do these things at home..."