Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 88: Goddamn Scumbag
Phoebe Thorne prepared a lavish lunch. There was braised pork with fried tofu puffs, fish in brown sauce, steamed river snails mixed with lard, vegetable skin rolls, Xishi tofu... nearly a dozen dishes in total, all looking, smelling, and tasting wonderful.
Her uncle, Brian Chapman, had also returned. He wasn’t even as tall as Phoebe Thorne. He wore glasses and had a gentle, scholarly air about him. He was quite polite, but Tang Xiaonan disliked this uncle, as well as Phoebe Thorne’s parents-in-law.
Phoebe Thorne’s parents-in-law were both in poor health. Her father-in-law was on medication year-round and couldn’t do any physical labor. Her mother-in-law was thin and petite, not even 150 centimeters tall. Her face was gaunt, with drooping eyelids that gave her an unkind appearance.
The old couple was quite polite in their speech, constantly urging them to eat more. But just a moment ago, when Tang Xiaonan went to the kitchen to ask her aunt for a small bowl, she overheard the mother-in-law complaining in a very dissatisfied tone that Phoebe Thorne had made too much food.
There were six people in the Thorne family, and with the four of them, that made ten people in total, including some young men with big appetites. Ten dishes really wasn’t that many. Moreover, they had brought so many gifts, and they were Phoebe Thorne’s family, who had come from afar. Yet this mother-in-law couldn’t even bear to part with ten dishes. She was even stingier than Raina.
But Phoebe Thorne stood her ground. She retorted to her mother-in-law, "My brothers aren’t freeloading. They brought plenty of gifts!"
That one sentence shut the old woman up, though her face turned grim. Her drooping eyes, in particular, looked so creepy that she could have played an old hag in a horror movie without any makeup.
Yet now, the old woman was acting all polite, even saying, "Please, eat more. We don’t have any decent dishes to offer. I hope you don’t mind."
’So hypocritical.’
Tang Xiaonan pouted, feeling immense sympathy for Phoebe Thorne. ’With my aunt’s looks and character, she could have married a much better man. Marrying Brian Chapman is like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. What a waste.’
"Brother-in-law, it doesn’t matter if we don’t eat well, but you should give my sister better food," Goldie Thorne couldn’t help but say. "My sister has gotten thinner every day since she married into your family. Now she’s pregnant, so she needs more nourishment."
Brian Chapman’s expression changed. He glanced discreetly at Phoebe Thorne, assuming she had been complaining to her brothers. Under the table, Phoebe Thorne kicked her brother and shot him a glare.
Goldie Thorne muttered under his breath, "Making her wash clothes with cold water in this freezing weather. They can’t even be bothered to heat up some water for her. I’ve never seen a pregnant woman have to wash clothes in cold water. When my sister-in-law was pregnant, my mom washed all her clothes. She didn’t even let her wash a handkerchief..."
He had been bottling up his dissatisfaction all morning. Holding it in until now was the absolute limit of Goldie Thorne’s patience.
He was unhappy with Brian Chapman, and even more unhappy with Brian’s parents. It was understandable that the old man was sick, but the old woman wasn’t ill or injured. How could she still make her pregnant daughter-in-law do the laundry?
’Damn it, does she think she’s the empress dowager or something?’
Goldie Thorne’s voice grew louder and louder, and the expressions on the Chapman family’s faces turned uglier and uglier. This was especially true for Brian Chapman. ’My brother-in-law is picking a fight with me to my face. My wife must have complained to him.’
The mother-in-law sighed, wiped her eyes, and said self-reproachfully, "Phoebe has truly suffered since marrying into our family. I’m so useless. My body is always acting up, with one minor illness after another. My rheumatism has been flaring up these past few days, so I can’t help at all. Sigh... I’m just a useless old woman..."
"Mom, how could we ever let you do any work?"
Brian Chapman shot Phoebe Thorne a reproachful look. He felt sorry for his mother for being criticized and blamed Goldie Thorne for meddling. ’What right does this good-for-nothing brother-in-law have to interfere in my family’s affairs?’
A fire inexplicably welled up inside Tang Xiaonan. ’So he feels sorry for his own mother but not for his wife? Does he think my aunt married into the Chapman family just to be their workhorse?’
’Holy crap, what a giant piece-of-shit scumbag!’
"Auntie can’t work either! Auntie, come home! You won’t have to work."
Tang Xiaonan hugged Phoebe Thorne’s arm and shouted loudly.
’Anyway, I’m just a kid right now, so I can say whatever I want. Hmph, she’s not going to wait on this whole family anymore.’
"That’s right, come home! Sis, pack your things. You’re coming back with us. At home, you won’t have to suffer like this! What kind of family makes a pregnant daughter-in-law wait on everyone, young and old? There’s no such rule!" Goldie Thorne’s temper flared, and he slammed his hand on the table and roared.
