Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man - Chapter 1249

Chapter 1249: Chapter 1249 Things Didn’t Go Well

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“But he’s my own flesh and blood. I did so much for him, so why the hell is he angry and ignoring me? Does he even consider me his father?” Su Dachun’s face went red with anger, and he took a fierce draw from his dry pipe, his ragged face filled with malice.

“Had I known he was an ungrateful wretch, I wouldn’t have done so in the first place.”

“What? You regret it?” Ma Xiulan rolled her eyes and scolded, “What do you have to regret? As far as I am concerned, as long as our son and granddaughter live a luxurious life—a life we couldn’t even dream of—I think it’s worth it. And stop talking like that now. The more you say it, the angrier you get.”

All these years, it’s far too late for regrets.

“What’s there to regret for someone about to be buried in the yellow soil?” Su Dachun felt it wasn’t worth it.

They had done so much for Jia Ming, living in fear all these years. But he, he had known the truth all along and pretended not to. He refused to take his own parents to enjoy life in the capital, didn’t even give them money, and always treated them indifferently.

Only after Xuewen crippled his legs did he remember his parents and turned around to ask them for help in getting revenge. After revenge was served, that was when he would call them mother and father, treating them kindly.

If it wasn’t for Jia Ming’s request, they wouldn’t have been so cruel.

“Don’t blame Jia Ming either; it hasn’t been easy for him. It’s our fault for not handling things properly for him. If you’re going to blame anyone, blame that little bastard Su Wen. If it weren’t for her, we would have completed Jia Ming’s orders a long time ago.”

Ma Xiulan always wore a look of heartache when she mentioned Song Jiaming, and she loathed Su Wen so much she gritted her teeth. Despite Ma Xiulan giving birth to four children in her life, three sons and one daughter,

Song Jiaming was the most pampered and important of them all.

Because he was the first child and, through calculation and scheming, exchanged with the Song family, sending her son to enjoy the wealthy lifestyle of a prominent family in the capital, Ma Xiulan took pride in this secretly. Sadly, she couldn’t boast about it and kept it bottled up in her heart. But because of this, she valued Song Jiaming even more.

Every time they secretly contacted Song Jiaming, even just hearing a word from him would brighten Ma Xiulan’s days.

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Over time, this son’s position in her heart became even higher, unmatched by anyone else.

“What should we do next?” Su Dachun asked, worried, “We haven’t completed the task, and Jia Ming is still angry, ignoring us!”

“There must be a way.” Ma Xiulan hadn’t given up hope, “The New Year is coming soon. Those little bastards will definitely come back to visit Xuewen’s grave. We’ll figure something out then.” As she said this, a vicious glint flashed in Ma Xiulan’s eyes.

“If all else fails, we can find a way to set the house on fire while those little bastards sleep, unguarded. Burn them all to death inside. Who would know? It would be clean and straightforward, why drag it out?”

They had tried so many methods, but all were thwarted by Su Wen. Now with Jia Ming pushing hard, Ma Xiulan didn’t want to delay any longer.

“We can’t do that,” Su Dachun objected in a panic, “If found out, we’d be guilty of deliberate harm, and we could be executed.”

“Who would find out?” Ma Xiulan glared at him and slapped Su Dachun, “Useless thing. Who would know? Even if they knew it was arson, suspicion wouldn’t fall on us. Who could suspect that loving grandparents would harm their own granddaughter?”

Su Dachun shrank back, “The village… there are still quite a few people in the village who know.”

“Those old fools, why won’t they just die.”