My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 217 Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl to curse.

Chapter 217: 217 Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl to curse.

Not to mention that over the past few years, the Zheng Family has been continuously taking advantage of the third branch, whether it’s game or fabrics.

They’ve gotten quite a lot of good things, indeed.

It was only logical for the Lin Family to demand compensation from the Zheng Family now.

However.

Both Zheng Er and Zheng San bristled at the same time.

Their butts were like they’d been scalded by hot oil, instantly leaping up.

"Compensation?"

"You make it sound so nice!!"

"Isn’t it just that you want money?"

"...You won’t get any money."

The two brothers went back and forth like this.

Zhou Mei had been holding back for a long time, but when she heard this, she immediately smashed a bowl on the table.

"Speak with some respect!"

"You don’t want to fork over the cash, huh? Fine, how about we go to the steel factory and find Wang Dagui tomorrow?"

That sentence choked the Zheng family members.

Zheng Siyu’s heart tightened at the mention of Wang Dagui’s name, and hearing it again, she nearly crushed her palms.

"How much do you want?" Zheng Siyu asked, nearly breaking her silver teeth in anger.

Her eyes, looking at Lin Qingya, were bloodshot.

Zhang Hongyan’s anger subsided a bit, her expression sarcastic, her tone even more so.

"We’re not as insatiable as you."

"Just return the betrothal money and compensate for the advantages you’ve taken from Qingya over the years, and it’ll be fine."

"I’ve calculated it, and sixty should be about right."

This was the amount they had agreed upon beforehand; they hadn’t made an outrageous demand.

Still, sixty yuan was a big problem to come up with in a farming village that lived off the land.

The Zheng family turned pale at the mention of sixty, their entire demeanor resistant.

"Sixty is too much."

"...At most, we’ll return the betrothal gifts to you."

"If you’re still not willing, we can add another five."

Their attitude was firm; there was no way they would give sixty.

Zhou Mei tapped the table with the broken bowl, her voice cold, "Let’s get this straight; you’re the ones in the wrong here. Don’t want to give money, huh? How about I go to the door and publicize this a bit?"

She crossed her legs, looking like a little bully from the village.

So arrogant it made people want to eat her alive.

Zheng family members: "..." Is this daughter-in-law of the Lin Family a black-hearted devil?

Old man Zheng saw the firm stance of the Lin Family, his breath catching, knowing in his heart that this might not end well.

His mind was frantically calculating, desperate to minimize the losses.

By his side, Zheng Siyu was genuinely scared.

She stepped forward, grabbing Zhou Mei’s wrist.

"No, no, no, don’t go out and talk nonsense, we’ll pay, we’ll pay," Zheng Siyu said in a panic.

She still had to marry into the city, her reputation couldn’t be tarnished.

Zhou Mei shook off the hand on her wrist and rolled her eyes.

"Speak with your words, don’t get handsy. My hand is only for my husband to hold; sit back down."

The room fell silent at her words.

Lin Shou and the others were lost for words.

Zheng family members: "..." Is this really the point right now?

Zheng Siyu’s hand, having been shaken off, left her somewhat unable to save face.

But did she dare to retort? Not only did she not dare, but she also had to treat Zhou Mei with kid gloves.

"I’m sorry, I was too anxious."

Zheng Siyu, realizing Zhou Mei was not someone to be trifled with, turned her attention to Lin Qingya, her expression nearly tearful.

"Qingya, I agree to the annulment."

"But...but you know my family doesn’t have much money, so can you ask for a bit less in compensation?"

The woman looked at her former fiancé with tearful eyes, looking pitifully vulnerable.

Lin Qingya’s gaze darkened.

Then, looking up, he said without expression, "No."

Broken off from marriage meant no longer being family.

Besides, the family only demanded what was rightfully theirs.

Zheng Siyu’s expression stiffened.

She had never expected Lin Qingya, who had always catered to her every desire, to refuse her.

Zhang Hongyan was very satisfied with her son’s reaction.

As long as he could see things clearly, that was good!

When she looked at Zheng Siyu again, a hint of disdain flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"Stop wasting time. Yes or no—one word. If your Zheng Family is unwilling, we’ll resolve this our own way, and when that time comes you..."

Zheng Siyu hurriedly said, "I agree, don’t act rashly, let’s talk this over calmly."

Zheng Er and Zheng San’s faces changed drastically, as if facing a great enemy, they said, "No way, we don’t agree, our family doesn’t have the money, it’s impossible to compensate with sixty."

Let alone sixty, they didn’t even want to return the dowry money.

Lin Qingshan took a step forward, looked at the Zheng brothers, and scoffed, "If you’re unwilling, we won’t force you, just hope you can bear the consequences."

The Zheng Family had more than just one unmarried girl like Zheng Siyu; there were also several young granddaughters.

Not even the daughters-in-law of the Zheng Family would allow the Lin Family to ruin their family’s reputation.

The two daughters-in-law quickly tugged at their husbands’ arms.

With forced smiles on their faces, they said, "Don’t mind the man of the house speaking nonsense, we’ll pay the money, sixty it is..."

Having said that, they suppressed their anger, looking at Zheng Siyu.

"Little sister-in-law, this shameful act of people pointing fingers at our spine is your doing, you should resolve this issue yourself!"

"You know our family doesn’t have much money, there’s a shortage of everything at home, us country folk don’t make much money all year round."

"Even if you don’t care about your brothers and sisters-in-law, think about our parents for once."

"The eldest sister-in-law is right, handle your own issues and don’t harm your nieces."

The Zheng daughters-in-law spoke with clear dissatisfaction, completely forgetting the joy they had when partaking in the spoils.

It was the classic case of picking up the bowl to eat meat, and putting it down to scold the mother.

Zheng Siyu was so angry her face turned red.

Especially in front of her ex-fiancé, whom she despised, having her face trampled on the ground was not a feeling she could easily endure.

"Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it myself," Zheng Siyu ground her teeth in secret.

She had known that her family was unreliable, but she hadn’t expected them to be this unreliable.

Zheng San furrowed his brows, a trace of probing flashing in his eyes.

"Sister, where did you get the money from?"

Zheng Siyu’s eyes drooped slightly, concealing her expression.

Heh heh.

When there’s a benefit, she’s ’sister’; when there’s none, she’s ’Zheng Siyu.’

It was truly disheartening.

But she didn’t want to be that foolish anymore.

With this in mind, Zheng Siyu paid no attention to her family’s eager gazes.

She asked the Lin Family members to wait for a moment and then went back to her room.

In no time at all, she came out again.

When she emerged, she was holding a stack of Big Pas.

Approaching Lin Qingya, Zheng Siyu reluctantly handed over the money.

"Here is sixty yuan, count it, once you take it, our engagement is completely over."

As she spoke, she paused, her face showing some embarrassment, "...Wang Dagui’s matter..."

Lin Qingya took the money, a laugh emerging from his throat.

"Rest assured, we do as we say."

Having said this, the members of the Lin Family left the Zheng household.

As soon as they stepped outside, a shrill voice came from behind them.

"Zheng Siyu, how come you have so much money? Oh, you’re quite something! Having money and not sharing it with us, do you even consider us your family?"

It was one of the Zheng daughters-in-law.

Zhou Mei, hearing the quarrel inside, laughed.

"This family is really damned weird. Qingya, you’re lucky you called off the engagement, or you would have had endless trouble," she said with schadenfreude.

Lin Qingshui’s face darkened, and he thumped Zhou Mei on the head.

"In front of your Aunt and Uncle, watch your language."

Zhou Mei covered her forehead, certain it was red.

Annoyed, she stomped on Lin Qingshui’s foot.

Then, she ran to Zhang Hongyan’s side, held her aunt’s arm, acting as if nothing had happened.