Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Shen Yumei’s sweet “parent-child time” with my husband only lasted for three days before coming to an abrupt end.
Three days later, the moment my father-in-law returned home, he immediately gave them both a harsh dressing-down.
Slap!
My father-in-law delivered a sharp blow to Li Muzhou’s face. Suppressing his rage, he demanded, “What is the name of the kindergarten you run?”
“Li… Lixuan Art Kindergarten,” Li Muzhou stammered, clutching his cheek and lowering his voice.
“And which ‘Lixuan’ is that?”
“It’s my mother’s…”
“Who is your mother?”
“Zhou… Zhou Lixuan…”
My father-in-law glared at Shen Yumei before turning back to continue lecturing his son. “As long as you know. People pay over ten thousand yuan a month to send their children to your kindergarten-do you think it’s just because you offered a Huangmei opera course?”
Li Muzhou kept his head bowed, not daring to make a sound.
“It’s because Zhou Lixuan is your mother!”
“You only have one mother. And that mother, even in death, is still using her name to provide for a useless son like you!”
“And you! You’re in your forties, yet you’re joining in on this nonsense! Posting to your Moments for the whole world to see! You’ve completely humiliated me!” My father-in-law turned toward Shen Yumei, his voice rising several decibels. “Over twenty years ago, when you were dying to marry me, what did you tell me?”
Shen Yumei trembled. Her head hung low as tears began to drip steadily onto her apron.
I have always been terrified of scenes like this. Whenever I see people fighting, I feel as though I am somehow at fault as well.
Besides, I was the one who had truly set this in motion.
“Um… Dad, actually, it was me…”
“Miaomiao, don’t speak yet. Let your Teacher Shen speak first!”
Shen Yumei took a deep breath and whispered, “I said… I would never try to take her place.”
“I want you all to remember this: this house is not my home, and it is not your home. This is Zhou Lixuan’s home! All the prestige our family enjoys was given to us by Zhou Lixuan! Every one of you needs to remember your place!”
Although my father-in-law addressed everyone, his gaze eventually landed on me.
He likely knew that I was the one who had stirred this up…
I stole a glance at the portrait of my late mother-in-law hanging on the wall.
My father-in-law was right.
Li Muzhou’s kindergarten traded on the reputation of “Huangmei opera artist Zhou Lixuan.”
Even after retirement, my father-in-law still received numerous job offers because he was the husband of Zhou Lixuan.
This place… belonged to Zhou Lixuan.