Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 2067 - 2068: Old Mrs. Zhang Is Reborn at 70 and Reforms Her Ungrateful Children
Zhang Yu finished the New Year’s Eve dinner and was genuinely surprised to see her two daughters-in-law take the initiative to wash the dishes.
Earlier, when she once again made it clear she wouldn’t be helping them out at all, she’d watched Wei Jiang and Wei He’s faces change dramatically, and had assumed that, with Feng Xia and Li Juan’s tempers, they’d just put down their chopsticks and walk out.
She’d already prepared herself to do the dishes; who would’ve thought none of them left, and that Feng Xia and Li Juan would actually volunteer to wash up.
She was stunned, really quite surprised, but thinking about it again, it wasn’t all that strange—after all, she was an old woman with three rooms and a fully paid-for apartment.
More importantly, Wei Dazhi had a pension and was still working outside, drawing a high salary.
Originally they didn’t have that many ideas; they could more or less guess the amount of the old man’s pension, but his income from working outside, they had no clue about at all. They only knew that the old man had found a new job.
Now that the old couple had bought an apartment outright, could Wei Jiang and the others really not figure it out?
Forget it—if they want to play nice, let them. If they can keep up the act, Zhang Yu would actually be impressed.
If they really could coax her into all kinds of good moods, Zhang Yu honestly wouldn’t mind loosening her grip a little.
Just then, Widow Luo across the way started crying out in pain again. Zhang Yu looked toward the room opposite. No one really knew what had actually happened back then; after she woke up, Widow Luo had kept saying it was her daughter-in-law who hurt her.
As for those accusations, there wasn’t a single shred of evidence. Widow Luo just went on and on, saying her daughter-in-law had harmed her. Luo Yu, her own son, a dutiful boy, still stood on his wife’s side at a time like this, telling Widow Luo to behave.
How was overbearing Widow Luo supposed to accept that? Of course she kicked up a huge fuss. The place was in constant turmoil; she peed and pooped without saying a word, just let it soak into the bedding.
She wanted to disgust her daughter-in-law a bit, but the latter was even more ruthless. When she peed or pooped, she simply ignored it and let her lie in it. If the stench on her body was unbearable, that was easy—she just made her sleep outside.
Didn’t even need a full day—half a day was enough to make Widow Luo behave. It wasn’t that she never complained in front of Luo Yu.
Luo Yu had of course quarrelled with his wife, even hit her, but the result was that his wife simply stopped cooking for them and stopped taking care of Widow Luo altogether.
Luo Yu had thought about not giving his wife any money and seeing what she’d do, but his wife went out to set up a stall and do business; the money she made was no less than what Luo Yu brought home. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
So in the end, it was Luo Yu who had to flatter his wife, or else there’d be no one to cook for him, no one to wash his clothes. Widow Luo was unwilling, but with even her son not backing her up, she could only raise her voice to accuse her daughter-in-law of abuse when no one was around.
Right now it was New Year’s Eve dinner time; Zhang Yu didn’t understand why she suddenly started cursing.
Everyone was curious too. Over the past two years, Widow Luo had already developed bedsores, tormented to the point that she could only complain when there was no one at home.
And Zhang Yu figured that in order to shut the old woman up, Luo Yu’s wife was rationing her food every day, just so she wouldn’t have the strength to make trouble.
Did Luo Yu really not know what his wife was doing? It wasn’t just an occasional thing; after so many years, there was no way he didn’t know.
Zhang Yu didn’t like Widow Luo, but seeing an old woman of her age being bullied this way by her daughter-in-law, she couldn’t help thinking of the original host’s experience and let out a helpless sigh in her heart.
At that moment, Widow Luo used the last of her strength. "I’m leaving. Luo Yu, I curse you to be unlucky for the rest of your life, and your sons and daughters will never be filial to you."
"Penniless and destitute."
As that last word fell, there was no more sound from her for a long time. Zhang Yu knew that, barring a miracle, Widow Luo was probably gone.
Hearing what the old woman had said, Luo Yu’s wife was furious and immediately started scolding.
"How could I be so unlucky as to get such a vicious mother-in-law?" Luo Yu’s wife was fuming.
"Damn you, don’t think that just because you’re dead I’ll let you off." Luo Yu’s wife was livid. "Luo Yu, let me tell you, your mother treated me like crap, but no matter what, I’ve been the one taking care of her all these years."
"And in the end she pulls this on me. Fine. Very fine."
"Don’t you dare come to me about your mother’s funeral. I’m not handling it, and I’m not paying a cent."
"And I’m done playing the dutiful daughter-in-law." Luo Yu’s wife stormed out. "Damn old hag, of all days to die, she had to pick today."
Luo Yu’s wife quickly packed her luggage. "Son, daughter, let’s go, we’re going to Tianjin to have some fun."
"Okay!" The kids didn’t like Widow Luo; her death didn’t make them sad at all. On the contrary, the moment they heard their mother was taking them on a trip, each of them got all excited.
Luo Yu was dumbfounded. He was also very upset about his mother’s last words, but there was nothing he could do—she was already dead.
And his wife, knowing full well that the old woman had just died and there was a lot to deal with, still wanted to go off on a trip, taking the kids with her—how could he not be angry?
"My mom just died, and if you don’t help, fine, but you’re actually taking the kids out to play—do you have a conscience?" Luo Yu said angrily.
His wife snorted. "How is that my business?"
"Aren’t you the filial son? You’ll do just fine on your own." Luo Yu’s wife snorted again, picked up her luggage, and left.
Everyone came out of their rooms and saw Luo Yu’s wife leave with the kids just like that, and they all shook their heads.
Widow Luo hadn’t treated her daughter-in-law well before; even lying paralyzed in bed she hadn’t stopped tormenting her. But now that she was dead, even if Luo Yu’s wife didn’t want to handle the funeral, she shouldn’t just take the kids and go.
"Oh right, does Luo Yu even have any money on him?" Auntie Wang suddenly thought of a very important question.
At that, everyone who had been chatting fell silent and looked at each other. Ever since his wife had started making decent money, Luo Yu, who’d never liked going to work to begin with, had really let himself go—always taking leave for no reason.
The moment he got his paycheck, it was all gone within a couple of days, and when he had no money he’d go to his wife.
"Doesn’t that mean he’ll have to borrow money?" someone blurted out.
Zhang Yu reacted quickly. "We just bought an apartment. We don’t have any spare cash on hand."
Borrowing money on New Year’s Eve is a bad omen, and borrowing because of a funeral is even more unlucky. If the two families were close, the money wouldn’t necessarily be off limits.
Unfortunately, relations with the Luo Family were bad, so there was even less reason to lend. And from the look of Luo Yu’s wife, she clearly had no intention of paying for anything.
Luo Yu’s salary was so little he could barely cover his own expenses; who knew when he’d ever pay it back.
Hearing Zhang Yu mention buying an apartment, in the past everyone would have pried for the details, but now, as soon as they saw Luo Yu, they scattered.
Luo Yu looked around and saw that no one was paying him any attention—forget borrowing money, he couldn’t even get anyone to help. "Ah, ah, what’s wrong with people these days, no sense of compassion at all," he grumbled unhappily.
Nobody was going to indulge him. "Your wife has taken the kids on a trip instead of doing her duty as a daughter-in-law. Why should we help you?"
In this courtyard, whenever something happened in a household, people would lend a hand, except with the Luo Family. Widow Luo had always said she was a widow and that helping her was bad luck.
Now that something had happened at her place, naturally no one was going to help them either.
"As for the money, you can ask your work unit for an advance."