The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 166 Overturning the table

Gao Qinghe looked like she didn't want to argue, wiped her eyes which had no tears at all, sniffed, and suppressed her "grievances," saying seriously:
"Uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, did you hear that? Mom said this is my home, my surname is Gao, so this is my sister's home."

"In my own home, I just want to ask you, am I allowed to sit down and eat this meal today?"

When the guests saw this, they all felt that the elders of the Jiang family were really bullying people to an extreme degree.

However, the bride was truly sensible and willing to offer a way out.

Therefore, everyone assumed that Uncle Jiang and the others would take the opportunity to ask the bride to sit down, and that everyone could finish the meal peacefully.

After all, it wouldn't look good to make a scene on such a joyous occasion.

Yu Cuilian and her sisters-in-law looked at each other, wondering if even the men in the family could handle this new bride.
It seems this porcelain beauty from the Gao family is not easy to deal with.

No one at the table responded. Gao Qinghe looked at Jiang's mother.

Jiang's mother looked at this one, then at that one, and said, "Maybe we should just forget about it."

Uncle Jiang was furious when he saw her like this. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted at Gao Qinghe:
"You're not eating this meal today unless you apologize to the clan elders and your mother!"

Does Old Deng really consider this his own home?

Jiang Baohai narrowed his eyes, concealing the rising ferocity within them.

Even if Jiang's mother was confused, she realized that once Jiang's uncle said those words, things would develop in an unpredictable direction.

She wanted to set rules for the new bride, not embarrass her or make her an enemy!

Jiang's mother hurriedly looked at her son, while Jiang Baohai sneered inwardly, only now remembering who was related to whom.

late!

He lived to be sixty-six in his previous life, so in reality, Jiang's mother is a full twelve years younger than him.

So when Jiang Baohai glanced over with a faint look, Jiang's mother felt suffocated and her hands trembled.

A mother is actually afraid of her son?
Uncle Jiang was disappointed in his wife, but he also knew that was just her personality.

Seeing that Gao Qinghe had no intention of apologizing, Uncle Jiang took the initiative to put a pot of wine in front of her with a "thump".

Uncle Jiang was a kind old man, and he coaxed, "Your uncle has already handed over the wine. You young people should give way a little, and we'll let it go this time, don't you think?"

Gao Qinghe lowered her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Fine, since I can't eat this, then nobody should eat it!"

The words had barely left his mouth when, catching everyone completely off guard...

Gao Qingya suddenly reached out and overturned the table in front of her!

If her sister can't get any, nobody else can!

The large round table, along with all the dishes on it, tipped over, splashing soup and water all over the four uncles of the Jiang family.

The three clan elders nearly got hit on the feet by shards of broken porcelain, and retreated in a panic, screaming.

Instantly, screams and curses mingled together, and the scene became chaotic.

When the aunties saw their husbands covered in soup, they rushed over to check on them.

Third Aunt Qian Qiaolan pointed at Gao Qingya's nose and yelled, "You've gone too far! You brat, I'm not finished with you today!"

Before she could finish speaking, Gao Qingya grabbed her fingers and twisted them hard. The pain was so intense that Qian Qiaolan could no longer curse and could only scream helplessly.

Second Aunt stopped her husband from speaking further and pulled him back.

When Fourth Aunt saw the man's red, scalded hand, she yelled, "I'll beat you two bitches to death!"

It bared its teeth and claws, about to rush up and scratch Gao Qinghe.

A fleeting, mocking smile crossed Gao Qinghe's lips, quickly vanishing as she raised the back of her hand to wipe her face, two glistening tears rolling gracefully beneath her long lashes. With Gao Qingya present, Fourth Aunt didn't even touch a single hair on Gao Qinghe's head.

The little girl, with a fierce and menacing aura that seemed to come from nowhere, grabbed her fourth aunt's outspoken hands and shoved her to the ground.

Fourth Aunt fell backward uncontrollably.

Amid screams, a chaotic scene unfolded, except for Uncle Jiang and his wife, who had taken cover at the back.

The remaining three couples piled on top of each other and all fell to the ground.

Yu Cuilian cut her hand on a shard of porcelain, but she didn't feel it at all.

With great difficulty, the group managed to stand up with the help of others. Upon hearing everyone's alarming warning, Yu Cuilian looked up and saw blood gushing from her palm.

She's squeamish about blood, and immediately felt a wave of dizziness, crying out, "Blood, blood!"

When Uncle Jiang saw his wife like this, he became enraged and no longer cared about saving face as an elder.

He grabbed a wine bottle from the ground and raised it high, about to smash it at Gao Qinghe and her sister.

Jiang's mother screamed "Ah!" as regret overwhelmed her and she panicked, not knowing what to do.

Just as the bottle was about to hit Gao Qinghe, the guests watching the scene finally reacted and tried to break up the fight.

Jiang Baohai, with one hand protecting his "weeping" wife and the other hand grabbing Gao Qingya, who was about to fight the four aunts for three hundred rounds, quickly retreated to the outside of the crowd.

Uncle Jiang, holding a wine bottle, tried to chase after them, but Fang Xiaolei stopped him.

The wedding procession, which had been watching the show from the sidelines, quickly separated the two sides under Fang Xiaoyu's command.

It's less about separating them and more about forcefully stopping Uncle Jiang and his elders.

Uncle Jiang recognized Fang Xiaoyu. Seeing that he was just a lowly manager under his nephew, he was even more relentless in his criticism, hurling all sorts of nasty insults at him.

As soon as he started yelling, Gao Qinghe, who had been sobbing, suddenly raised her voice.

To outsiders, it seemed as if the new bride was being bullied to death by the elders of the Jiang family.

Uncle Jiang and the other men were furious. She refused to offer them wine, overturned the table, and even started crying, making it seem like they were deliberately trying to bully her.

Then they saw the guests around them pointing and whispering about them. The only ones who were unharmed, Uncle Jiang and his wife, were about to explain.

A loud "crack!"

Jiang Baohai smashed a bowl, his eyes red with rage, and roared, "Get out! All of you, get out!"

His fierce gaze swept over Uncle Jiang and the others. "You've ruined this joyous occasion! Do you even have the demeanor of elders?"

"Uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, I won't even mention how you always ask for food and things, or how you try to help my dead father when my mother is confused!"

"But today is my joyous day, what are you all doing!"

Jiang Baohai took a deep breath, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger.

He spoke with an air of superiority, as if only his elders would act this way, and warned:

"All of you get out of here. I'll handle my own family matters from now on. I don't need outsiders to interfere!"

Uncle Jiang couldn't believe his ears. "Outsider? I'm your uncle, and you're saying I'm an outsider?"

Jiang Baohai closed his eyes in "painful suppression," tightly embracing his bride who was weeping uncontrollably, and forced out a single word: "Get out—"

Uncle Jiang wanted to add that the villagers in the village couldn't stand it anymore.

I hurriedly advised him to say less, otherwise, if he continued like this, the last bit of family affection would be gone.

Even the clan elder, who hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, couldn't help but sigh and regret getting involved in this mess when he saw the young couple's aggrieved expressions.

(End of this chapter)