Chapter 2 — The Aunt Who Likes to Worry About Things

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I clenched my fists, pursed my lips, and glared straight at her! Honestly, if not for how many people are here. I flipped the table. He swung his hand and slapped her. But my husband walked over, smiled slightly and said:

"A word of advice, there are some words that should not be said indiscriminately. I understand clearly what kind of person my wife is, and I absolutely will not accept anyone fabricating or slandering her. If this continues, we will sue."

As soon as the sentence ended, all relatives turned to look at my husband. Normally when he comes here to celebrate New Year, he is always the one who is ignored, no one pays attention. Uncle was stunned, the cigarette in his hand burned to the tip of his finger and he still didn't realize it. My aunt couldn't believe it either, looking at my husband with her face constantly changing color. Now, no one dared to say a word, everyone started running for reconciliation.

“We're all family, just joking, why make it so tense?”

My mother also rushed over and pulled me out, her voice even more agitated than mine:

"Tell me, why argue with aunt? If you argue again, the relationship will be broken!"

Before leaving, my husband looked at my aunt seriously and emphasized again:

"From now on, I hope you will never repeat, even a single sentence, about those lies. Otherwise, we will take legal action."

Uncle immediately threw away his cigarette and angrily rushed out in front of the crowd.

“Okay, stop talking!

“Can't you see how angry she is? If she gets so angry that she gets sick, can you make it up to her?

"Young people, give up a little! Quickly admit your mistake to her, apologize to her, let her cool down, this matter is over!"

I shook my uncle's hand, brushing away his hand that was pulling my husband.

“Based on what should I give in?”

“Based on what should I apologize?”

“What did I do wrong?”

I angrily shouted at them:

“When I was not married, she criticized me for being old, saying why am I not married yet, is it because no one wants me?”

“When I got engaged, she insulted me, saying that I had loved many people and still had a man willing to marry me, while I only loved one person, but also from a distance.”

“When I got married, she still didn't forgive me and continued to tease me, saying wouldn't I be ashamed if I didn't have children? She also said I had to have a son, otherwise no one would raise me!”

“I really want to ask, does my matter have anything to do with her?”

“Is there a penny to do with her?”

“If your face is torn today, then tell me clearly!”

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She didn't expect me to explode at her. She began to cry, crying and not forgetting to curse:

"I'm the superior, so what if I say a few words to you?"

"Why are you so good? What's the point of studying all the way to graduate school, studying for so many years?"

“You've learned so much but you don't even know how to be polite, have dogs eaten it?”

“Are you bringing up the morality of respecting adults now?”

“Don't you know you're putting age on your face?”

I coldly stared at her and smiled faintly:

"Or we can continue arguing, I'm not afraid anyway, I've heard enough of the harsh words. I also want to see what more shocking words you can come up with."

"Or you can apologize to me, apologize for all the previous lies. Apologize to me in front of all my relatives here, and apologize to the people you have slandered."

The atmosphere in the room immediately quieted down. Because not long ago, she herself was cocky faces, pointing fingers at each person and "teaching". As for those who were "disciplined", everyone could only smile wryly and did not dare to argue back. Or at best, answer yes. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, no longer pretending to cry. She immediately turned on "market" mode, put her hands on her hips, stuck out her stomach, tilted her head and said:

“You want to cut ties, right?”

I smiled coldly:

“From the moment you told me that not having children would mean losing face, from the moment you slandered me that I was no longer pure before we got married, the relationship was severed.”

She rolled up her sleeves, pointed her finger straight at me, and screamed frantically:

"Okay! If you want to argue, I'll accept it! Don't tell me I'm bullying young people!"

She suddenly pulled out her phone, opened a photo, and showed it to each person in the room in turn. While doing so, he laughed sarcastically:

"You think what I say has no basis? I always prepare everything I do!"

“Look closely, this photo is enough to prove where this girl often goes and what kind of people she hangs out with!”

"Is it clean? Am I unjust to it? Who can be clean at night while still loitering in a place like that?"

I thought she had some terrible evidence. Turns out, it was just… A photo I posted on social media. That day was my friend's birthday, the whole group went to sing karaoke. My husband was also present. This photo was even taken by him. There was no ripple in my heart, but I still kept staring at her. I want to see what else she does. Sure enough, she raised her face and said boldly:

"You just told me I was making it up, right? Then let me convince you now!"

"I was thinking about giving you face just now. I didn't want to show this photo and make things difficult for you. But if you want to die openly, I don't mind."

Actually, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But she herself pushed herself into a dead end. I know exactly what this photo is like. But still wanting to give her a chance, I narrowed my eyes and asked:

“Are you sure you want to make it that stressful?”

She thought I was scared and laughed proudly. Uncle saw that the situation was not good, quickly pulled her back, trying to advise:

"Forget it, if you raise your head and don't meet, then bow your head and meet face to face. Is it necessary to do it to the point of not being able to meet each other?"

I was victorious, feeling like I was sure of victory in my hands. Her eyes clearly showed the expectation of seeing me lose face in front of all my relatives. She pointed her finger straight at me, her saliva flying:

"I let it go? What about him? Will he forgive me? Have you forgotten what he just talked to me about? It's because he wants to argue, I'm just following him!"

Relatives in the room, from the elderly to the young, no one dared to speak up. Everyone is afraid that if they are a little careless, they will become the next target to be "treated nicely" by their aunt. Seeing that no one was helping, she immediately called her eldest daughter - also my cousin. Wanting to drag her to her side. The cousin reluctantly walked forward, her face full of boredom:

“Mom, stop it, that's enough.”

In front of so many people, my own daughter also stood up to stop me. Her face immediately darkened. She quickly picked up the phone, not knowing what to show my cousin. The cousin immediately changed her tone 180 degrees and turned to protect her mother:

"It wasn't me who said it, I really didn't expect my sister to play around like that. Not being clean is normal."

“If yes If you want to argue with my mother, I advise you not to regret it. If you step out the door, you might get hit by a car and die!

I clenched my palms and said coldly:

"If you don't have any gratitude, don't blame me for not showing respect."

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The cousin seemed agitated and immediately responded:

“Okay! Who is afraid of you?”

I bowed my head, opened my phone, followed my aunt's method, to show all my relatives a photo. Her face immediately turned pale, I realized she was trembling. If there's nothing wrong, why are you so scared? It was a photo taken at 3 am, when my aunt went to get a foot massage. That night, I got up to go to the bathroom, scrolled through my phone, accidentally saw this photo and took a screenshot. Less than a minute later, the original photo was deleted. If you don't look closely, you won't notice that there is a man's hand next to you. I slowly asked:

“Do you want to know who this is? What are you doing?

My cousin immediately lost her temper and rushed to snatch my phone. I leaned away, she couldn't touch me. She started to panic, her eyes stared fiercely at my phone, then cursed loudly:

“Don't want to know! Are you crazy?

I held up the phone and calmly said:

“I can explain clearly, as long as everyone wants to listen.”

My cousin rushed up to grab the phone again, but my aunt quickly pulled her back. Aunt looked at me, coldly asked:

“Are you sure you want to go this far?”

This time, in return, she asked me. But her voice was no longer impatient, but a mocking smile:

“I have some cool stuff on my phone too.”