My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s - Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Chapter 99: Impaled

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The chubby lady curled her lips in disdain, “I am not the type to meddle often, but I can’t bear to stand by any longer today. I remember when your family was lively and cheerful with the townsfolk. Now, you shamelessly steal men and even use Zhinian’s things.”

Tang Zhinian scoffed at her words, acting as though he appreciated the sympathies extended towards him. However, these ‘sympathies’ felt more like slap after slap on his face. He felt like he was made a fool. His humiliation was so intense, it seemed to flower like green fur on his head.

Initially, he didn’t want to pursue this matter. But after hearing those remarks, and when he saw his little daughter cradled in his brother’s arms, his anger flared up, resolute and firm.

His decision stood – he would move these things today. He wasn’t going to let other people mock him further or give away the things belonging to his household. Zhinian might be honest, but he certainly wasn’t a fool.

Move everything. Move. Whatever belonged to Tang Zhinian, he would take away.

The young lads in the village, without hesitation, rolled up their sleeves. They moved the furniture, the cutlery, and even the pots and pans. It didn’t matter who in the Tang family they belonged to, they moved everything.

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Tang Zhinian took his daughter from Tang Zhijun’s arms, and with a cold stare, looked at the members of the Sang family. Any shred of affection he had initially was now gone completely.

He realized that everyone knew of this, everyone except him. The whole Sang family had kept him in the dark, deceiving him and urging Sang Zhilan to find another man.

Even the most honest man wouldn’t allow himself to become a laughingstock.

Tang Yuxin lowered her head, clutching her father’s clothes. Her red swollen eyes held no trace of innocence, only the clear sting of bitter rejection.

He would break this off cleanly, regardless of whether it was Sang Zhilan or the rest of the Sang family.

She wouldn’t provide Tang Zhinian with any illusion that Sang Zhilan was forced or that there was any justification for her actions.

No reason, no justification, and certainly no bitter circumstances.

Sang Zhilan simply didn’t find Tang Zhinian worthy enough. She willingly strayed.

Any possible leniency now would only add another layer of pain in the future.

Her heart was already severely wounded; she didn’t want her father to carry the burden of a woman for the rest of his life, whether that woman was his ex-wife or his own daughter.

The Tang brothers, Zhinian and Zhijun, moved everything back to their home. The original solid wooden tables, chairs, and a small wooden bed, which Zhinian had made for his daughter, was back in place. When his daughter grew up, she would have her own bed to sleep on.

No matter how much the two daughters-in-law of the Sang family protested, everything was moved. When Sang Zhilan returned to find her home empty, coupled with hearing the sarcastic remarks of her sisters-in-law, her face burned with embarrassment.

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She knew well what she had done – abandoning her husband and child, having an extramarital affair. If this had been in ancient times, she would be punished severely. Surrounded by her sisters-in-law, who were making snide remarks, and her mother, who was shedding tears and blaming the Tang family for mistreating her, she just felt overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment.

Sang Zhilan knew exactly why she and Tang Zhinian had divorced.

Listening to her mother incessantly grumbling, she felt as though her heart was being pierced through again and again.