Li Shuping and Lin Xiaoyu were having breakfast when Lin Yongnian and his group arrived.

The door was slightly ajar, and Lin Jianshe was the first to push it open.

A swarm of people poured in, crowding Li Shuping’s small room to the brim.

On the dining table were sesame meat pies and pork rib yam porridge.

The meat pies were bought by Lin Xiaoyu from the state-run cafeteria that morning.

The pork rib yam porridge was made with ribs she had purchased from the supply and marketing cooperative earlier.

With no one knocking and so many people suddenly barging into the house, Li Shuping’s expression changed at once.

Zhang Jiao glanced at her mother-in-law and Xiaoyu holding sesame meat pies, and then at the pork rib yam porridge in their bowls.

She couldn’t help swallowing—these two were having quite a nice breakfast.

Lin Yongnian scowled.

Wasteful women!

Eating meat pies and pork rib porridge first thing in the morning.

Jealous resentment flashed in Yang Meifeng’s eyes.

Her son Xiao Yong was starving and freezing in the public security bureau, and yet this Li Shuping was enjoying meat pies?

Lin Guodong and Lin Jianshe both gulped.

Their mother seemed to be living quite well this morning.

“Mom, Junjun wants a meat pie.” The little boy in Zhang Jiao’s arms reached out eagerly.

Zhang Jiao said, “If you want some, ask Grandma.”

Junjun spread his hands. “She’s not Grandma. I don’t have a Grandma. Grandpa said so.”

Zhang Jiao: “……”

Lin Xiaoyu was about to give her meat pie to her little nephew, but after hearing that, her face darkened and she gave up on the idea.

Since Junjun was born, her mother had taken care of him the most.

Whenever there was anything good, her mother would always think of Junjun first.

Three years of grandparental affection were erased by one sentence from her father—“You don’t have a Grandma”—and Junjun had forgotten it all.

What an ungrateful little brat.

Lin Yongnian glared, “Yes, I said that! You’re eating meat pies, and you can’t even offer a bite to your greedy little grandson? And you call yourself a grandma?”

“I’ve said it before, I don’t deserve to be a grandma. Only you, Lin Yongnian, are worthy to be his grandpa. And since you’re such a good grandpa, why is your grandson drooling over meat pies in someone else’s home? Clearly, you’ve done a great job—he doesn’t even get meat pies every meal,” Li Shuping said sarcastically as she took a bite of her meat pie.

“You—!” Lin Yongnian was at a loss for words.

Zhang Jiao actually felt her mother-in-law had a point.

Grandpa really wasn’t doing such a great job.

“And another thing.” Li Shuping knocked on the table. “This is my home. Did I invite you in? Who said you could come in?”

“Now all of you get out. Or I’ll report you for trespassing.”

Saying such things in front of both in-laws left Lin Yongnian utterly humiliated. “Go ahead and try. You already reported Liu Yong, and now you want to report us too? You really have no loyalty to anyone anymore.”

“Let’s talk things through nicely, dear,” Yang Meifeng tried to calm him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Mom,” Lin Jianshe interjected. “Xiaoyong is my brother-in-law. How could you report him to the police? That’s just too heartless.”

Lin Xiaoyu flushed with anger. “Lin Jianshe, are you really Mom’s son? Liu Yong brought a bunch of thugs to extort money from Mom’s stall. He injured her and destroyed her dumpling stand. And you blame Mom for being heartless instead of blaming Liu Yong?”

“Are you Mom’s son or Liu Yong’s grandson?” Lin Xiaoyu blurted out in anger.

“You wretched girl, acting up again, huh? I didn’t teach you a lesson yesterday, but I’ll do it today!” Lin Jianshe stepped forward, raising his hand.

Crash!

Li Shuping immediately picked up her porridge bowl and smashed it against Lin Jianshe, spilling hot porridge all over him.

“Jianshe!” Liu Qin screamed.

Yang Meifeng quickly pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping porridge off Jianshe.

“Dear, calm down, don’t hit Jianshe like that. That bowl is hard—if you had hit his face and disfigured him, even if you don’t care, I would’ve been heartbroken.”

Lin Jianshe glared angrily at Li Shuping.

This was his own mother—how could she hit him with a bowl?

Even his mother-in-law was concerned about his face and getting scarred.

His own mother didn’t care one bit.

Li Shuping sneered at Yang Meifeng.

In her past life, this manipulative green tea woman had slowly turned Lin Jianshe into her loyal servant, doing everything for their family without complaint.

“Did you just call him by name? He’s your second brother,” Lin Yongnian shouted at Lin Xiaoyu. “Is this how your mom taught you?”

Lin Xiaoyu’s eyes welled up with tears from the yelling, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them fall.

“Yes. I taught her that,” Li Shuping stood up, patting her daughter on the shoulder. “Anyone who treats you badly doesn’t deserve your respect—no matter who they are. Blood ties don’t mean that much.”

Good relationships are called family.

Bad ones are just toxic entanglements.

If you can cut them off, do it. If not, don’t waste your feelings.

“You…” Lin Yongnian was so angry he couldn’t speak.

Wasn’t she just telling Xiaoyu to disown them?

“Lin Jianshe, I’m warning you: if I ever see you trying to hit my daughter again, I’ll smash your head in,” Li Shuping pointed at his nose.

“What, am I not your son anymore?” Lin Jianshe cried out, hurt.

“Are you really my son?” Li Shuping asked coldly.

“You knew Liu Yong destroyed my stall, yet you blame me for being heartless. Are you my son? Xiaoyu was right. You’re not his grandson—you’re his father!”

“After all, it was you and your wife who decided to be his parents. You’ll be raising him for life.”

In her past life, this idiot Lin Jianshe did raise Liu Yong for a lifetime, cleaning up all his messes.

When Liu Yong got rich through shady means, he kicked his brother-in-law aside.

Yang Meifeng and her husband didn’t care about Lin Jianshe anymore either.

But it didn’t take long before Liu Yong ended up in jail.

Then the couple came crawling back to Lin Jianshe to care for them in their old age.

Later, Liu Jianping got cancer, and Yang Meifeng drained Lin Jianshe’s savings to pay for treatment.

The illness wasn’t cured, the man died, and the money was gone.

After Yang Meifeng died, Lin Jianshe found out they had secretly stashed over 300,000 yuan and left it all to Liu Yong in a will—even though he was in prison.

Yang Meifeng & Liu Jianping: “!”

How did she know that?!

“Mom, don’t you think that was a bit too much?” Lin Guodong frowned. All that “grandson-father” talk—how could she say something like that about Second Brother?

Li Shuping: “Too much? I think it sounded just right.”

Yang Meifeng stepped forward. “Dear, I know from the beginning you’ve looked down on our family, and you never approved of Qin Qin. But if you’ve got a problem, come at me. Jianshe is a good boy. Don’t speak about him that way—it hurts me.”

Lin Yongnian looked at Li Shuping and shook his head.

Both women, but how could the difference be so great?

Look how gentle and reasonable Comrade Yang Meifeng is.