"You... you old bastard, your mouth is full of shit, say that again and I'll divorce you!" Mr. Mu was so angry he could barely speak.
He knew his woman spoke filthily, but never imagined she'd spit out such heartless words.
"Hmph, if you divorce me, it just proves you have a guilty conscience. Anyway, you have to go to the third branch for money!"
Old Mrs. Mu was now determined. The matter of the eldest son was a matter of utmost importance. If the eldest didn't make it, her good days would be gone.
She had spent a lifetime as a peasant in the village and was unwilling to continue. She dreamed of being the wife of an official, flaunting her prestige in the village.
The two of them were at a stalemate for a while, finally ending with Mr. Mu compromising.
Mr. Mu inwardly hoped the third family could provide the money. The eldest's situation was like a stone weighing on his heart, preventing him from eating or sleeping.
