MGASC -Chapter 110 Qiaoqiao’s Oscar-Worthy Performance

In Li Xiufen’s eyes, her good-for-nothing son getting involved with Zhang Qiao was nothing but reckless flirting. The two of them were messing around, and the fact they hadn’t been sent to prison was purely luck.

“I’m asking you, Tianyue—where is he?”

Zhang Qiao casually pointed: “Upstairs.”

Li Xiufen shot her another glare and, keeping a stern face, went upstairs.

The door was open. Lin Tianyue was wearing a black tank top, moving miscellaneous items out of the room. His solid muscles flexed with each movement, the contours sharply defined. On his shoulder blade was a dark, shocking wound that made one flinch at the sight.

Seeing Li Xiufen, he showed no surprise at all. He didn’t even bother greeting her.

Li Xiufen first glanced at her son, then her eyes lingered on the wound on his back for a long moment.

She stepped inside: “Tianyue, come with me. I have something to say! Close the door!”

She didn’t want that little troublemaker Zhang Qiao to overhear.

Lin Tianyue stood at the doorway, refusing to close it: “Say what you want. If it’s about this house, then don’t bother!”

“What did you say?” Li Xiufen’s face turned cold.

Lin Tianyue sneered: “I said—so the Song family has come home to tattle? What nerve! This house was left by my dad—it belongs to the Lin family, not the Songs. Now Zhang Qiao is pregnant, our house has been burned down, and our family is homeless. This is our home.”

Li Xiufen’s expression softened slightly. “Your house… really burned down?”

“The whole Xiangshui County knows. Or do you want to go see for yourself?”

Li Xiufen thought: is he blaming me for not caring about him enough?

She would care if only her son had been capable of something.

He had no job, no real purpose, and had done nothing but embarrassing things since childhood—frequent visits to the police station were shameful beyond measure.

Even if he now owned a factory, in Li Xiufen’s eyes, it wasn’t a real, stable business. How could a small private business compare? Her husband’s old quarry was state-owned. A private venture like Lin Tianyue’s couldn’t measure up—not even compared to the Song family, who were still on public payroll.

That’s why she’d been trying so hard to curry favor with them. After all, when she grew old, she would need their help.

Her son, in her eyes, could go down at any moment. How could he be relied upon?

“Why did they burn your house? Did you offend someone again? I’ve told you before—follow the proper path, don’t fool around. Tianyue, you’re in this situation all because of yourself, no one else! If the house is gone, just rent nearby. This house belonged to your dad, yes, but I have a stake too. Jiawen is eager to get married; as his older brother, you should let him use it first. He’ll remember your kindness, and it might help you in the future.”

Li Xiufen observed her son’s expression and recalled what Song Jiawen said yesterday—that it was all Zhang Qiao causing trouble.

She made a decision: “It’s settled. Tell your wife. If necessary, I’ll pay the rent myself. Zhang Qiao is about to give birth; she’s not a new bride. What’s there to fuss about? Jiawen’s fiancée is different—a proper young lady, a teacher. You… if you had any sense of pride, you wouldn’t have married someone like her. She has nothing but her looks! Pregnant before marriage—it’s shameful to even mention!”

“Have you said enough?”

Lin Tianyue, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, his cold tone sending a shiver down Li Xiufen’s spine.

But she was his mother—surely he wouldn’t dare…

“Tianyue, don’t be ungrateful. You may have a factory now, but later, you might have to beg Jiawen. Everyone says Jiawen will become principal of the Third Middle School. Let him have the house; he won’t make you lose out.”

“Let him have it? Hell no!”

Lin Tianyue’s leopard-like eyes locked on his mother. “This house belongs to the Lin family, not the Songs. If you want to give it away, ask my dad’s permission first!”

“You… your dad’s dead. Why would I ask him?”

Li Xiufen nearly choked. She was about to argue when Zhang Qiao appeared at the doorway.

Not just her—shouts from outside heralded a crowd pouring in.

Leading them were her maternal relatives, Li Sheng and Li Wu, followed by Lin Tianyue’s second and third uncles and aunts.

Zhang Qiao guided this group of relatives inside.

Upon seeing everyone, tears immediately streamed down her face.

“Second Uncle, Second Aunt, Third Uncle, Third Aunt, uncles, you’ve all heard, right? My mom is utterly confused! Tianyue and I are desperate, about to sleep on the streets, and she’s still telling him to give our dad’s house to the Songs. No matter how capable they are, what do they have to do with the Lin family, with our dad’s house?”

Lin Tianyue was almost impressed by Zhang Qiao’s acting. Tears that just flowed on cue? He had never seen her cry like this—it made his heart ache. He wanted to rush over, hug her, and console her.

But Zhang Qiao signaled him with her eyes.

Lin Tianyue snapped back to the plan, glaring sternly: “Zhang Qiao, who told you to bring all relatives here? This is our private matter. Bringing everyone in—so reckless! Making our mom lose face!”

“Lose face? You only care about her face! But I’m about to sleep on the street, under a bridge. I invited our uncles and aunts to judge fairly. What’s wrong with that? Don’t shout at me, Tianyue! If you dare give the house away today, I… I won’t be with you anymore!”

“What did you say? Say it again!”

Zhang Qiao had planned this with him—he was in the middle, awkward, while she played white face and red face in front of relatives.

He was following her plan, performing for everyone, yet a pang of discomfort hit him—what if she really didn’t want to be with him?

Zhang Qiao: “I said, I won’t stay with you! What’s the point of living together? The house is gone, we don’t even have a place to stay! You want me to have our child on the streets? If that’s the case, I’d rather not have this child, so they won’t suffer with us!”

“Damn it, Zhang Qiao, one more word like that and—”

“I’m saying it! Believe me, if you give the house away today, this afternoon I’ll divorce you! I won’t even keep the child! With such a biased grandma, your Lin family doesn’t deserve descendants!”

Lin Tianyue felt her performance was too real. Blood rushed to his head, and he lunged toward her: “Zhang Qiao, one more word about bias or not deserving, and I swear I’ll—”

With so many relatives present, of course he couldn’t lay a hand on her. Everyone surged forward, holding him back:

“Tianyue, shut up! Your wife hasn’t said anything wrong—how dare you act tough!”

“Exactly! Try laying a hand on her and see what happens!”

Li Xiufen was furious. She hadn’t expected Zhang Qiao to bring so many relatives to gang up on her.

Shivering, she stepped forward, pointing at Zhang Qiao hiding in the crowd: “Little devil, who do you think you’re scaring with divorce? You seduced my son! If not for you, Tianyue could have found someone better, not someone like you causing trouble here!”

Lin Tianyue frowned at his mother, stepping forward: “Zhang Qiao, come here! Watch me—”

Before he finished, Li Sheng, his eldest uncle, lost his temper and slapped down his hand.

Lin Tianyue dodged, and the slap landed squarely on Li Xiufen’s face.

The sharp sound echoed—no hesitation—and her face twisted to the side.

For a moment, everything went silent.