The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

Qi Weiwei propped her bicycle against the wall and said coldly, "I mean, I might not have a good illness, or a dirty disease."

"Oh, so you've learned to talk back now?"

Sun Xidi put the bowl aside, stood up, and put her hands on her hips.

"Your complexion is better than mine, it's rosy and fair, you don't have any illness at all! You're just bored! What, did you go back to your parents' house to be lazy?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

The clothes were piled up like a small mountain, including Tang Aijun's work clothes and Zhongshan suit, Tang Tiantian's woolen overcoat and floral shirt, the two children's cotton-padded jackets and trousers, and even Sun Xidi's own traditional Chinese jacket.

Several dirty pairs of underwear and socks were thrown on top, emitting a sour smell.

"You've been asking for it lately! Let me tell you, your husband, your sister-in-law, your two sons, and even your grandma (me) don't have any clean clothes to wear!"

Sun Xidi's voice was high-pitched and sharp.

"That pile of clothes needs to be washed today! We don't support idlers in the Tang family!"

Qi Weiwei didn't reply, but simply bent down to lock the bicycle.

The lock on that old Forever bicycle was a bit rusty, and she had some trouble locking it.

Sun Xidi's gaze fell on the bicycle, and her eyes lit up – it was a bicycle, old but still worth more than a hundred yuan.

But then she frowned and said with disdain:

"Why did you ride this bike back? Did you stuff donkey hair in your ears?"

Didn't Tian Tian say she wanted your mom's Phoenix car with the women's side beam?

"You brought back such a big car, how is she going to ride it?"

She naturally assumed that Qi Weiwei, that useless thing, was just bringing things from her parents' home to curry favor with her sister-in-law.

It wasn't unheard of before—when Qi Weiwei went back to her parents' home, she would always manage to bring back some food and supplies, though not much, it was better than nothing.

Qi Weiwei straightened up, her eyes cold.

Where is the bicycle, Mom?

She remembered clearly that on the night the wife of the supply and marketing cooperative director came to collect the debt, her mother silently pushed her beloved Phoenix bicycle out the door.

That bicycle was a reward my mother received when she was a top-performing shopper. It had a black, sloping frame, and the handlebars and seat were covered with white knitted covers that my mother had crocheted herself—exquisite and beautiful.

When I returned, my mother put two hundred yuan on the table and said casually, "I sold the car, so I'll pay back part of it first."

At that time, she was still preoccupied with Tang Tiantian's situation and didn't notice the reluctance in her mother's eyes.

Looking back now, I wonder how heartbroken my mother must have been.

"I want to ride! I can ride! Give it to me!"

Tang Yaozong suddenly rushed over and reached out to grab the handlebars of the bicycle.

His little eyes were fixed on the bicycle, gleaming with greed—what five-year-old could resist the allure of a bicycle? However, other children wouldn't just grab it without a second thought.

Qi Weiwei immediately raised her foot and kicked without hesitation.

The kick was swift and powerful, landing squarely on Tang Yaozong's stomach.

The little boy cried out "Ouch!" and fell backward, landing hard on his bottom. He slid back more than a meter before his back hit the threshold.

Tang Yaozong was completely dumbfounded.

He sat on the ground, staring blankly at Qi Weiwei, seemingly unable to believe that this "mother" who had always been submissive would dare to kick him like that.

A few seconds later, he finally realized what was happening and burst into tears. It wasn't the kind of crying that's just being affectionate; it was a real, heart-wrenching cry of pain.

He cried and cursed, "You bitch! Why didn't you die in the hospital?! You hit me as soon as you got back! I'll get Dad to kill you! I'll get Grandpa to arrest you! I'll have you executed!"

Tang Yaozu, who was sitting on the stool, was so frightened when he saw his brother being beaten that he rolled off the stool with a "thud" and started crying loudly. He crawled on his hands and feet toward Sun Xidi and buried his head in the old lady's arms.

Sun Xidi has become a sensation.

She pulled Tang Yaozu, who was clinging to her, away—her grandson's face was covered in snot and tears from crying. She frowned in disgust, but still coaxed him softly, "Don't be afraid, my dear grandson. Don't be afraid. Watch how Grandma teaches your crazy mother a lesson today!"

As she spoke, she suddenly stood up, rushed to the corner of the wall, and picked up an iron shovel leaning against the wall.

The iron shovel head was made of iron, and the wooden handle had been polished to a shine and sharpened. It was usually used to shovel coal briquettes and dig soil, and it was quite heavy.

Sun Xidi gripped the iron handle with both hands, pointed it at Qi Weiwei, and her voice was so shrill it seemed to pierce eardrums: "Kneel down!"

Qi Weiwei didn't even glance at her. She pushed her bicycle to the wall, parked it, took out the key, and walked straight to her room.

Sun Xidi was stunned for a moment—this shameless woman actually dared to ignore her?!

"Rebellion! Rebellion!" She trembled with rage, grabbing an iron shovel and chasing after him. "I told you to kneel down! Didn't you hear me?!"

Qi Weiwei had already reached the door and placed her hand on the doorknob.

She turned around, looked at Sun Xixi who was rushing towards her, and suddenly coughed twice.

It wasn't a fake cough; it was a real cough.

She cleared her throat, her voice not loud but clear enough: "Grandma, I have tuberculosis. It's contagious."

Sun Xidi stopped abruptly, taking another step back when she was still two or three steps away from the door.

Qi Weiwei looked at her, then coughed twice more in her direction, this time more forcefully: "If you're not afraid of dying, then come in."

Sun Xidi's face changed instantly.

tuberculosis!

In this era, tuberculosis was almost a terminal illness.

It is highly contagious and incurable. Getting it can almost kill you half your life, and even if you are cured, you will become disabled.

Moreover, everyone was terrified of the topic; if someone in a household had tuberculosis, the neighbors would stay far away.

Sun Xidi realized what was happening and almost instinctively took several steps back, the iron shovel in her hand clattering to the ground.

She quickly covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve, leaving only her terrified and angry eyes visible.

"You wretched, filthy woman!"

The insults seeped through her fingers, muffled but still vicious.

"You have tuberculosis, who are you going to harm if you come back?!"

Get out of here right now!

Go back to your parents and die!

Don't infect my grandson here!

Qi Weiwei leaned against the door frame, her face indeed somewhat pale—not from illness, but from exhaustion and anger.

But she took advantage of that expression.

She looked at Sun Xidi, her voice cold:

"Grandma, you need to understand, this is my grandfather's yard, this is my home."

The property deed is in my grandfather's name.

"You're an outsider. It's a favor that I let you stay here. If I don't let you stay, you'll have to leave immediately."

These words were like a slap in the face to Sun Xidi.

The old woman was trembling with anger, her hand shaking as she pointed at Qi Weiwei: "I'm leaving?! You've gone too far! You've really gone too far!"

She turned to look at the courtyard—Tang Yaozong was still sitting on the ground crying, and Tang Yaozu was hiding behind her, only half of his head showing.