MGASC -Chapter 107 Domineeringly Protecting Her Husband

“Song Jiawen, what the hell are you talking about?!”

Before Lin Tianyue could even get angry, Zhang Qiao had already put her hands on her hips, pointing at his nose as she scolded him: “Did Mom really promise you the house? Does my mother-in-law really have the kind of stupid, brainless judgment you think she does? She’s got a perfectly good house and won’t give it to her own son, but she’d give it to someone with a different last name like you? Always calling you ‘brother’ and ‘sister-in-law.’ Who the hell do you think you are? Your last name is Lin? I must be mistaken—you’re Song, right?”

Song Jiawen’s face lost all color from her scolding, and he lost his composure: “Zhang Qiao, this is pointless. Don’t you understand why Mom gave the house to me instead of you? Since Mom married into our Song family, I’ve respected her as my mother, and she treats me as her son. Of course, she can give her house to whoever she wants! At least I honor her and can support her in her old age. As for you… have you honored Mom these past few years? I won’t even talk about my brother; these past few years, he’s just been messing around—either fighting or going to jail. Apart from making Mom worry, what have you done for her?”

“Song Jiawen, don’t try to change the subject! I’m asking you this: as someone named Song, what gives you the right to covet the Lin family house? If you’re going to steal it, just admit it—robbers are robbers. Don’t use my mother-in-law as a shield! I spit on you!”

“And you!”

Zhang Qiao’s anger switched targets as she furiously pointed at Lin Tianyue. “Lin Tianyue, you were the one who told me that it didn’t matter if the house burned down, that your family had other houses, and it wouldn’t affect us having a child or make the child suffer. So what’s going on now? You and this Song, and even your mother, are conspiring to deceive me? Do you think I, Zhang Qiao, am easy to bully? Now tell me, where’s the house?!”

Lin Tianyue was still caught up in his own emotions, a bit stunned by her scolding.

He looked at her in surprise, a flicker of undeniable embarrassment crossing his eyes.

His face darkened, and his voice deepened: “The house isn’t right here? Why are you in such a hurry?”

He shoved Song Jiawen aside, pushing him down several steps.

“Brother, Lin Tianyue…”

“Don’t call me brother! Who’s your brother, who’s your sister-in-law? Get lost! Do you hear me? Get out of our Lin family!”

Every word dripped with bloodthirsty fury.

Lin Tianyue stepped past Zhang Qiao, grabbed Song Jiawen’s collar with both hands, the veins on his forehead bulging, and dragged him straight out the door.

Song Jiawen’s face was a mix of green and white. He tried to argue, but Lin Tianyue slammed the door with a bang.

Silence fell.

Only the cooing of chickens came from the neighboring warehouse.

And a buzzing sound rang in his temples, deafening.

His chest felt suffocating, as if knives were twisting inside him, the pain inescapable and wordless.

The scene just now was so embarrassing!

It made him feel utterly ashamed in front of Zhang Qiao.

How laughable—his own mother ignored her biological son but treated someone else’s son like her own.

And yet, it was so typical of the things his mother would do.

What Song Jiawen said hit Lin Tianyue harder than the fact that his family’s house had been given away.

All his life, he thought his mother was just cold and indifferent, incapable of love.

But now he realized, it wasn’t that she lacked emotion; she just hadn’t given it to her own family, or to her biological son.

She lavished it on someone else’s child!

No wonder Zhang Qiao was angry. Even he now felt ashamed in front of her.

He had promised that if the house burned down, he would give her a new home.

But now, where was home?

Lin Tianyue had hesitated before, simply because if they moved back, they would inevitably have to deal with his mother, whom he didn’t want to see.

He hadn’t expected her to go even further, giving away the house his father left them to someone else entirely.

How was he supposed to explain that to Zhang Qiao?

Although Lin Tianyue had thrown Song Jiawen out, he knew this matter was far from over.

He rubbed his face with one large, frustrated hand, but it did nothing to relieve his agitation. In a fury, he swung a fist at the iron door.

Bang.

The sound made Zhang Qiao, coming down the stairs, flinch.

She saw Lin Tianyue standing at the doorway, his tall, usually upright figure now slumped, shoulders sagging, shrouded in shadow. He looked unusually gloomy, as if he were merging completely with that darkness.

Zhang Qiao realized that Song Jiawen’s words must have affected him.

In the book, the details of Lin Tianyue’s conflict with his mother were sparse.

It just said that after his mother remarried, she doted on that family’s son while despising her own biological son.

Probably because Lin Tianyue had a bad reputation before—always fighting or getting arrested—while Song Jiawen had become a middle school teacher, appearing more respectable and well-regarded.

People naturally favor the higher status and belittle the lower, but blood relations are innate; no parent would truly look down on their own son.

Zhang Qiao didn’t feel hurt by family betrayals because, as a transmigrator, she didn’t need to empathize with the original character’s emotions. But Lin Tianyue was different. He still had expectations for his original family, and where there are expectations, there is potential for pain.

Betrayal from one’s own family is the hardest to bear.

Even worse, he couldn’t tell anyone else about it out of pride.

Zhang Qiao, standing on the stairs with her pregnant belly, hesitated whether to give him a moment to calm down.

But Lin Tianyue had already noticed her.

As Zhang Qiao expected, he didn’t want her to see his disappointment and immediately masked his emotions, walking quickly toward her.

“Qiao Qiao, don’t get upset. Listen, let me explain…”

He grabbed her hand, eager to defend himself.

But Zhang Qiao gently said, “No need to explain. I’m not blaming you.”

“Huh?”

Confusion flickered in his eyes.

Zhang Qiao pulled her hand away, lightly pressing her index finger against his chest: “Dummy, can’t you tell? I just scolded you earlier on purpose—for that toad.”

“Toad…?”

“Yes. Someone tried to snatch our house. It wasn’t a toad trying to bite a swan’s neck!”

Ah, so the toad was Song Jiawen.

Seeing that she wasn’t actually angry, Lin Tianyue finally felt a bit at ease.

“You’re right. If the Song family wants this house, they’re dreaming! Qiao Qiao, don’t worry. I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. My mom… she’s… well…”

Mentioning his mother hit him like a blow, instantly draining his confidence.

“She’s definitely clueless,” Zhang Qiao continued, finishing his thought. “Luckily, I don’t live with her; otherwise, there would be constant fighting.”

Lin Tianyue still looked a bit downcast, speaking with difficulty: “Don’t worry, we won’t live together. I’ve never had a good relationship with her.”

“But she still can’t give away the house your dad left for you!”

Lin Tianyue frowned in frustration. Seeing that he kept his head down, Zhang Qiao deliberately lifted his chin so he had to look at her.