70: Chapter 70: River Water Does Not Interfere with Well Water 70: Chapter 70: River Water Does Not Interfere with Well Water What is called a wronged party being accused instead?
Wufu had finally witnessed it, right before her eyes—blood relatives against their own blood, watching Old Lady Zhou’s demeanor towards Madam Zhou was just like watching an enemy.
In fact, could it be that Madam Zhou isn’t truly Old Lady Zhou’s own daughter?
Otherwise, which mother could be so indifferent and heartless towards her daughter, even if she had made a mistake!
What does it feel like to be utterly heartbroken?
If she, an outsider, felt chilled to the bone, then what about Madam Zhou?
Madam Zhou’s face was ashen, resembling a corpse.
She tried to say something to Old Lady Zhou, but her lips merely quivered.
Wufu couldn’t bear to watch any longer and said, “Old Lady Zhou, when you frame others with accusations, you should first stand straight yourself.
Without cause, why create a fuss?
It’s your family members, both great and small, who should clean their mouths first and stop spewing filth.”
Old Lady Zhou’s gaze turned frosty.
Wufu continued, “As the saying goes, ‘Let the river water not interfere with the well water.’ I’ll say it one more time, I don’t care about my mother, but I, Wufu, am not made of clay—anyone who dares to offend me will pay the price.”
Old Lady Zhou had no chance to react; Wufu took Madam Zhou and went back, slamming the door with a bang, leaving Old Lady Zhou outside the house.
Old Lady Zhou was stunned, not expecting to be turned away at her own door, her face twisted with anger.
She wanted to burst into curses, but seeing someone climbing the hill and glancing over, she had to hold it in.
She spat a gobful of saliva on the door before walking away.
Madam Zhou cried nonstop, her tears like a flood that wouldn’t cease.
“Stop crying,” Wufu handed over a damp handkerchief, saying, “It’s always been ; haven’t you gotten used to it over the years?”
Madam Zhou was momentarily lost, her heart aching even more.
It hurt precisely because she knew.
Wufu looked at her and said, “Don’t say again that I should endure it or claim they are my family.
My only family is you.
My stance remains the same as before—they don’t trouble me, and we all live in peace, river water not interfering with well water.
But if they come seeking death, I won’t be polite.”
Madam Zhou was startled, suddenly grabbing her hand, saying, “Wufu, for your mother’s sake, you…suffer them a little.”
For some reason, as she heard Wufu’s words, she felt her heart trembling, sensing the threat was real.
The Wufu of the past was dissatisfied too and had spoken harsh words, but to Madam Zhou, those were just the petulant words of a child, lacking any real threat.
But the harsh words now were different—full of threats and malice, deeply unnerving.
She looked at Wufu, that familiar face, but the spirit in her eyes was different; her Wufu had never had such a vibrant and confident demeanor.
Madam Zhou widened her eyes, covering her mouth in shock and fear.
Wufu also looked at her intently and said, “If it weren’t for you, they wouldn’t even have the chance to spew such nonsense in front of me.”
Madam Zhou trembled her lips.
“They have the opportunity to act willfully and madly in my presence because of you.
If it weren’t for you, they wouldn’t have this chance,” Wufu said indifferently.
“I’ve been indulgent because they haven’t yet crossed my bottom line.
That’s why they’re still well and good.
But if they step on my bottom line, then even with you present, they won’t be let off easily.”
“You…” Madam Zhou spoke, her face pale.
As Wufu turned and walked out the door, she said over her shoulder, “Mother, I’m not one to suffer injustices willingly.
The past is the past, but never again in the future!
So, when you pray to the gods and worship, do it for your relatives too—let them pray for their own blessings!”