readytorunbook Chapter 509 Retribution: The wicked will always be punished by the wicked.
Chapter 509 Retribution: The wicked will always be punished by the wicked.
Old Dong opened the door and pushed it, but it seemed as if something was blocking his movement.
I suspect it was the pillow that just hit the door.
Old Dong pushed the door open forcefully, then quickly closed it again.
I picked up the pillow that had fallen by the door, patted it, and put it back on the bed.
At this moment, Wang Youyou sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lao Dong with an angry expression.
Old Dong squatted down next to Wang Youyou.
He reached out to take Wang Youyou's hand.
The moment she touched it, Wang Youyou felt as if she had touched something dirty, and immediately pulled her hand back.
He glared at Old Dong with a displeased expression.
Old Dong felt a chill in his heart, but he quickly masked it.
"Youyou, I..." Old Dong had just opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, Wang Youyou spoke up with a very serious expression.
"Old Dong, I'm not living with your parents!"
When Old Dong heard Wang Youyou speak seriously, he nodded repeatedly.
"They shouldn't live together, they shouldn't live together. I'll find a way to get them to go back," Old Dong said.
He has older brothers and a younger brother, so there's no way he can live with his parents.
Although he asked his family for some money for his wedding, he has sent a lot of money back to the countryside over the years.
From a young age, his parents favored his older brother and younger brother, and he and the second brother were often the ones who suffered.
Therefore, he relied on himself to join the army.
I can't really say I have much affection for my parents.
Who would have thought that these two old people would pull such a stunt at this time?
“You said it!” Wang Youyou pointed at Lao Dong’s nose.
Old Dong nodded.
"Don't be angry, take a good rest first. I can handle things outside!" Old Dong solemnly promised.
After calming Wang Youyou down, Old Dong went out again.
When Lao Dong went out again, he saw that his parents and luggage were no longer in the living room.
Old Dong also noticed that the double sofa now had a lot of dust on it.
Moreover, the ash from his father's pipe was poured directly onto the low wooden table.
In front of the sofa was a low table, similar to a coffee table in later times.
Old Dong looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the two elders had already gone to another room.
The room contained a bed, a wardrobe, and a table.
Although only he and Wang Youyou live in the two-bedroom apartment, they can't just leave one room empty and empty.
So Lao Dong prepared a set of the necessary items and put them in.
That's great, it'll be much more convenient for the two elderly people...
Old Dong's father was leaning comfortably against the headboard, his shoes off, revealing a hole in his sock.
A big toe with black dirt still under its fingernails was waving to Old Dong through a hole in its sock.
Old Dong's mother was taking clothes out of her luggage and putting them into the wardrobe.
Seeing Old Dong standing at the door, his mother gave him a loving smile.
"Son, you've had a long day. Go and rest with your wife. I can pack my own things," Old Dong's mother said with a smile.
He was talking on one side while his hands kept working on the other.
I kept taking things out of my luggage and putting them away.
Here I am, having just taken out a teacup and placed it on the table.
"Goodness, this jar is all dirty. Wash it and make me a cup of tea," Old Dong's father said to his wife.
"Alright then, we didn't bring any tea leaves with us," Old Dong's mother said somewhat awkwardly.
"Our son lives in an apartment building like this in Beijing now, how could we not have some tea at home?"
“I saw it on the dining table,” Old Dong’s father said.
Old Dong's mother, holding a teacup, glanced outside and indeed saw two tin cans on the dining table where the glasses were placed; they must have contained tea leaves.
"Then I'll make you some tea, you can rest for a while."
When they passed by Old Dong standing at the door, his mother smiled.
What can Lao Dong, as a son, do now?
He was just a little regretful; he should have known better than to let his parents come.
But how could a wedding not be attended by the parents?
Back in the countryside, my parents didn't love or care for me. Why am I being asked to stay here now that I'm attending a wedding?
“Your older and younger brothers are still at home, and you’ve just come over like this? What will happen to them?” Old Dong stood at the door and turned to ask his mother.
Old Dong's wife paused in her grasp of the tea leaves, then looked at Old Dong and smiled.
“They have hands and feet, and they also have wives to take care of them.”
“Your wife is from a wealthy family in Beijing. We, the old couple, are here to take care of you two. Isn’t that how we treat you?” Old Dong’s mother said as soon as she opened her mouth.
They didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed of what they were saying.
They didn't even realize that what they said was wrong.
"Mom, Youyou and I both have to go to work, so we don't need you to stay and take care of us."
"I'll take you back tomorrow!" Old Dong said.
To be honest, Lao Dong was really speechless about his parents.
In the past, any good food or treats at home were always reserved for the eldest and youngest brothers.
It is said that the eldest brother is the eldest son and grandson, and since his parents have passed away, he is supposed to break the basin.
My younger brother is the youngest child, the last child of my parents' lives, so they dote on him.
I was caught in the middle with my second brother, and I didn't get any benefits. Now that I'm married, my parents want to move in with me. What kind of nonsense is this?
"Son, are you trying to drive your parents away?" Old Dong's father, who was leaning against the bed, spoke with a serious expression.
Old Dong's mother slammed the tea canister she was holding onto the table and ran into the house.
When she got to Old Dong's side, she hugged the old man's shoulders.
"Old man, look at your third son. He just got married and he doesn't want his parents anymore."
“We borrowed money from the countryside to give him a presentable wedding, but as soon as the new bride entered the house, she wanted to kick us out.”
"How am I supposed to live like this? I still owe my relatives a ton of money back in the countryside."
"Life, life, life is unbearable!" Old Dong's mother wailed, pretending to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.
When Old Dong saw this, he felt a sudden toothache.
He's actually an honest man at heart; the only thing he did that made him think and use some tricks was marrying Wang Youyou.
Seeing his mother throwing a tantrum in front of him, he was truly at a loss.
He had seen his mother like this countless times, but mostly when she was dealing with outsiders.
Now this same tactic has landed on his own head.
Old Dong felt a tightness in his chest; he couldn't hit him, and he couldn't say anything to him.
At that time, the buildings were all built with bluestone slabs, which were not very soundproof to begin with, and Old Dong's wife had a loud voice.