Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Chapter 632: I Want to

"Do you think I want to bring it up? When have you been in a good mood in the past two years? Before you broke off the engagement with Li Bao, you’d always go back to the village on vacations, but after Li Bao left, it was good if you went home once a month! If it hadn’t been for the vixen’s tricks, you and Li Bao would be a couple now."

Including Su Qing, who Mrs. Zhou referred to as "vixen," everyone else at the dinner table kept their heads down and ate without uttering a word.

"Mother, can’t you speak kindly?" Calling her ’vixen’ every time you open your mouth, whose face are you slapping?

Yes, Su Qing’s face did not look good.

But what about him? Could his face look any better?

Zhou Weimin felt that his mother was truly getting muddled with age, otherwise, how could she call Su Qing a vixen in front of the whole family, embarrassing him, her own son?

Speaking of which, Mrs. Zhou seemed to forget one thing—two years ago, had she not been charmed by Su Qing’s tactics, thinking Su Qing was a good match, believing her favorite youngest son was fetching a bride from the city, it would be a feather in their cap, and she ended up assisting Su Qing.

Most likely, Mrs. Zhou forgot, or perhaps she deliberately didn’t take responsibility, not wanting Zhou Weimin to blame her and drive a wedge between her and her son, thus calling Su Qing a "vixen" repeatedly and attributing the broken engagement with the Kang Family to her.

Doing so would give Zhou Weimin a vent to release his frustrations.

Mrs. Zhou wasn’t blind, and she could see at that moment that her beloved youngest son was clearly upset since Kang Li returned to the village.

"You..."

Mrs. Zhou gritted her teeth.

"I need money because I’m sick, and you don’t give a dime. I’ve even been coughing up blood, and you just pretend not to see it, having no choice, I can only write letters and call home, asking my parents to send me some money... because my illness is not cheap, I asked my parents for money a few times. My mom, not knowing who tipped her off,

came all the way to see me. Yes, my mom didn’t bring gifts, but she gave her grandson money and took me to the city’s major hospital for a full body check-up. And you, Mother? What have you done about my illness?

You just watched as I lay sick, unable to gather strength and listened to my coughing as if I’m coughing out my lungs, not giving a single penny, constantly yelling and forcing me to go to work,