My sister-in-law from Qingdao

Luckily, I reacted quickly and rushed over to pull the old lady back.

"Auntie, what are you doing? It's not my sister-in-law's fault, my brother had an accident in Myanmar."

The old woman glared at me with disgust, then tried to tear apart my cousin-in-law, Su Xiaoya.

"It's all because of that wretched woman. Ever since she entered our family, there has never been a moment of peace. She couldn't even have a child, and she forced my son to go out and work. Now that she's gone, she's happy."

I knew it. She definitely wanted to kill my son so she could take his house, car, and all his assets for herself.

Hearing this, my heart was filled with sorrow.

They only thought their son had made something of himself, but they didn't know how much debt he had incurred.

Their son is gone, their cousin's husband is gone, and they are also in debt for more than five million yuan.

If it weren't for my cousin, my cousin's wife wouldn't have been burdened with these debts.

Su Xiaoya stood there blankly, letting tears stream down her face. Many neighbors came over to see what was happening.

They stood around the old lady's yard, pointing and whispering.

Suddenly, the cousin's wife did something astonishing. She knelt down with a thud and said sadly to her mother-in-law, "Mom, I really didn't force your son. We have a good relationship, and I never interfere in his affairs. He went south because his business failed. Xiao Dong can testify to that."

The old woman slowly turned around, her cold eyes staring straight at me.

"Xiao Dong, are you and your sister-in-law conspiring to lie to me? What really happened to your brother?"

"Auntie, my brother went to Myanmar and got involved in a scam. When the police were rescuing him, he accidentally fell from a building. The police called me to tell us to come and collect his ashes. That's what happened. I've known you since I was a child, so I would never lie to you."

My aunt was stunned for a few seconds, then sat down on the ground with a thud, pounded the ground with her hands, and started crying loudly.

She cried out her cousin's nickname, her sobs heart-wrenching.

Suddenly, his body leaned back, his legs kicked back and forth, and then he passed out.

I immediately dialed 120.

After I finished the call, I squatted down and pinched the old lady's philtrum hard. A few seconds later, she woke up and stared at me blankly.

"Xiao Fang, you're not dead! Tell your mother you're not dead!"

"Auntie, I'm Xiao Dong, not Xiao Fang."

"You are Xiao Fang, you are my son. Don't go back to Qingdao today, I'll cook you something delicious."

The old woman grabbed my hand, seemingly coming to her senses: "You're not my son, you're not my son."

Then, he turned to look outside.

"My son should be back soon, I'm going to go find him."

With a smile rarely seen on her face, she spread her arms and walked unsteadily and staggered outwards.

Just as I was about to chase after her, Sister-in-law Peach Blossom and Aunt Ma said to me, "You should hurry up and make arrangements for the funeral. I'll take your aunt to my house first."

Sister-in-law Peach Blossom and Aunt Ma caught up with the old lady, and the two of them carried her to Sister-in-law Peach Blossom's house.

Shortly after, the ambulance arrived. After a brief examination, they said the woman had suffered a mental breakdown and might develop a mental illness that would never heal.

Because the scene was chaotic and we also had to make funeral arrangements for my cousin, at my suggestion, the ambulance temporarily took my aunt away.

It might be better to let her stay in the hospital, with doctors and nurses taking care of her.

When the village chief arrived and learned of the news, he used a loudspeaker to call Liu Laogen over.

Liu Laogen is an old man in our village who specializes in presiding over funerals; in the city, he would be called a "chief steward."

Our Chenjiatun is located in central Shandong, so funerals are relatively simpler and less elaborate compared to those in southern and southwestern Shandong.

Liu Laogen said his cousin was only thirty years old, so theoretically he should be buried that very day.

We have a custom here that the body of an elderly person is kept for three days after death. My brother is young, so he doesn't receive this treatment.

But since it's already very late today, we have to postpone it until the next day. After all, we still need to prepare the coffin and hire people to dig the pit and build the grave.

The next day, before dawn, I started to get busy.

Liu Laogen carried two jars on a carrying pole and walked slowly ahead, scooping out a spoonful of soup from each jar and spilling it on the ground as he went.

Following behind were the younger generation of the Chen family, my cousin's wife, and me.

The scene was extremely tragic, filled with weeping. All the men, women, and children from the village who had not gone out to work stood on both sides of the road.

Here, this procedure is called "sending soup".

Three times a day, three trips each time.

After delivering the last bowl of soup around 5 p.m., eight strong men from the village carried the coffin containing my cousin's ashes step by step to the cemetery.

My cousin's wife was crying her eyes out, and the younger generation was also sobbing and weeping.

Around 7 o'clock, another new grave was added to our Chen family's ancestral cemetery.

Throughout the entire process, Liu Feng and the few people he brought were helping out.

For a fleeting moment, I noticed that the way he looked at his cousin's wife was a little off.

His eyes were full of meaning, even fiery.

I don't know much about Liu Feng, but I don't like the way he looks at his cousin's wife.

The next day, I went to Uncle Ma's house to deliver the carrying pole.

Her door was open, and as soon as I walked in carrying my carrying pole, I heard a burst of laughter coming from inside.

A young woman with a clear, melodious voice said, "Did you know? I heard that Chen Dong and Chen Fang's wife are having an affair."

Upon hearing this, my mind went blank.

"Don't talk nonsense. Chen Fang is capable of doing something like this, but Chen Dong is impossible. He's a college student and has always been honest since he was a child."

"Do you know whether he's honest or not? Do you know why Chen Fang's mother doesn't like Su Xiaoya?"

She said that Su Xiaoya was a slut.

"That makes sense. Didn't you see Chen Dong busy with Chen Fang's funeral arrangements? He was even more anxious than his own brother."

"Do you think Chen Fang's death might be related to Su Xiaoya and Chen Dong? Maybe that couple drugged Chen Fang and killed him."

"A modern-day version of Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Upon hearing that voice, a fire ignited within me.

Damn it!

Am I even human? Don't I know what kind of woman my cousin-in-law is? Don't I know what kind of man I am?

My cousin's wife has suffered so much injustice, and now someone is even doubting the two of us.

Without saying a word, I picked up the carrying pole and smashed it down on the door.

The iron gate clanged loudly, and the glass shattered instantly.

There were three women and one man sitting in the room.

There were three women. I recognized two of them: Ma Lili, the daughter of Uncle Ma, and Chen Yan.

There's one more I don't recognize; his face is somewhat unfamiliar.

The man in question was none other than Ma Deqiang, the son of Uncle Ma.

"Chen Dong, are you sick in the head?"

Two seconds later, Ma Deqiang swiftly picked up the stool from under his buttocks and glared angrily.

"You bunch of bastards, I'll fucking kill you all! Listen up, anyone who dares to frame my cousin's wife, I'll take your lives!"

I dragged the carrying pole and cursed loudly.