USWHC -Chapter 117 Splitting the Family (Part 7)

This time, Zhu Jie really went all out—pinching! But it wasn’t someone else she targeted, it was her own pitifully chubby white thighs!

The pinch sent a sharp, piercing pain through her body! Worse than what Old Madam Ji had ever inflicted!

Yes—Zhu Jie actually ended up crying from it, tears welling in her eyes. Honestly, sometimes women can be this cruel to themselves!

But in the next moment, she heard a shout from outside the door: “Get out! This house doesn’t welcome you!”

Immediately after came a loud slam. Zhu Jie peeked through the door crack. No way… Old Madam Ji was greeting her own son like this?

Outside, Old Madam Ji had somehow gotten a basin of ice water and dumped it straight over Ji Yi’s head. The poor man, just back from outside, was left stunned and drenched.

“You crazy old woman! What are you doing?!” Old Master Ji was equally shocked, yelling and cursing.

Old Madam Ji stood in the yard, hands on her hips, shouting relentlessly: “I’m telling you, you and that useless wife of yours get out of here! This house doesn’t welcome you, and don’t bother coming back!”

Zhu Jie’s jaw nearly dropped. No way—Old Madam Ji was taking out her frustration on her own son? She actually had it in her to do this to Ji Yi!

Ji Yi stood frozen, shivering from the cold water, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

Thankfully, Old Master Ji stepped in front of him just in time. “What nonsense are you talking? It’s almost New Year! Where do you expect them to go? I see it now—you just don’t like Yi. You’ve been wanting to kick him out all along, haven’t you? But have you considered how much he’s contributed to this family over the years?”

“What’s the point of his contributions? It’s his duty!” Old Madam Ji straightened her back and shouted, “He eats my food, wears my clothes, and helps me out a bit—so what? Isn’t that what he’s supposed to do?”

“But you can’t treat him like this!” Old Master Ji, clearly unable to argue with her, unconsciously backed down. “It’s freezing! What’s the point of dumping cold water on him?”

He looked at Ji Yi, seeing his lips turning purple from the cold, and sighed. “Hey, stop standing there—go inside quickly!”

Ji Yi didn’t say anything. He quietly walked to his room, still bewildered by his mother’s apparent madness—how could she treat him like this?

But as he reached his door, a blast of cold air hit his back. Something heavy seemed to strike him. He didn’t turn around, just sighed, but bam!—a thick object smashed against his back. Probably a wooden stick or something.

Meanwhile, Old Madam Ji continued shouting in the yard: “I don’t ever want to see you again! Next time I do, I’ll hit you again—until you’re on the floor searching for your teeth!”

Zhu Jie couldn’t help but chuckle. That sounded oddly familiar… She immediately realized it wasn’t meant for Ji Yi—it was a blatant threat directed at her!

Was this a case of “a fire at the city gate damaging the fish in the pond”? Zhu Jie finally understood why Old Madam Ji treated Ji Yi this way—she was using him as a warning, asserting her dominance.

Unfortunately, Ji Yi had no idea. Listening to his mother’s bizarre shouts, he frowned deeply, his eyes filled with unmistakable disgust—yes, complete and utter disgust at Old Madam Ji.

Zhu Jie looked at him with pity. This guy must have skipped giving the King of Hell a red envelope in his last life; otherwise, how could he have ended up with such a mother? Truly a unique case—she had never heard of a mother who could fight her daughter-in-law while beating her own son without feeling any remorse!

The door silently opened. Ji Yi felt someone rush straight at him, diving into his embrace. He was even more surprised—what’s going on? Is everyone out to get him today? Did nobody check the calendar before leaving the house?