Yang Huazhong came to his senses and belatedly understood what had just happened.

He patted Luofeng Tang's hand, signaling him not to be so nervous and to support him, as he could still stand firmly.

Luo Fengtang nodded and then retreated back to Yang Ruohua's side.

Yang Ruqing turned her head and glanced at him, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Oh, Tángyázǐ, you're amazing! You helped my father avoid that mouthful of grandma's ancient phlegm. You are my savior!

Luo Fengtang then smirked, reaching out to take her hand. The two stood side by side.

Here, Yang Huazhong's voice trembled slightly as he opened his mouth.

"Here we go again! Here we go again!" His face twitched with anger.

"Family is family, there's nothing we can't talk about and settle peacefully. You resort to violence, insults, or even spit and do these disgusting things. Do you even consider me your son?" Yang Huazhong roared, his voice shaking the very roof of the house.

“This door, I had a carpenter come during the day, you guys drove him away and wouldn't let him repair it. At night, I came myself again, and you still wouldn't let me fix it.”

"Fine, I was the one who was too eager. You guys do whatever you want. If you don't want to fix it, just say so, I have better things to do!"

After saying that, Yang Huazhong turned and left.

Behind her, Yang Ruqing was completely stunned.

Never seen his own father, the steamed bun dad, get so angry with his grandparents before! Is this the awakening of the steamed bun?

It's amazing, fantastic, and so refreshing! It was about time this happened!

"Qing'er, Tang ya zi, what are you two still doing there? Go home!"

Yang Huazhong took a few steps and found that his daughter and son-in-law hadn't followed up. He couldn't help but turn his head and greet them.

Yang Ruqing quickly came to her senses, "Okay, coming, coming!"

The young couple hurried hand in hand to chase Yang Huaizhong.

Liu shi tiptoed back to the west wing, meowing softly as she went. She hid behind the window and continued to watch the commotion inside.

When everyone from the Third House and Mrs. Liu had retreated to the courtyard, Yang Huaming was still there, retching.

All the tonics I ate that day came back up, and in the end, even my stomach acid and bile were coming out.

Xia Juan worriedly asked in a low voice, "Fourth brother, are you alright?"

Yang Huaming waved his hand, he really didn't even have the energy to speak!

When Tan heard Xiaojuan's concerned words, she became angry.

Thus, his dissatisfaction with Yang Huazhong was extended to Yang Huaming.

"Old Four, you are a heartless bastard! These past few days, you knew the door to our room was broken, but you pretended not to care, lying in bed like a corpse, eating delicious food and drinking fine wine while ignoring the lives of your two elders. Are you still my son? This is how you repay your parents?"

As soon as Tan's scolding fell, Yang Huaming suddenly turned around, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes: "You have the nerve to say that! Ptui!"

"A few days ago, there was a problem with Yongxian. I was like a dog, running back and forth for you guys, unable to do anything else."

"These two days, you guys were making fun of Third Brother, and I got caught in the crossfire twice. Now that Third Brother is gone, you're taking your anger out on me, a wounded soldier? What did I ever do to you?"

Yang Huaming shouted angrily.

Tan, however, seized the opportunity to jab back with a scolding: "You scoundrel! You're just taking advantage of us! You're enjoying life while we two old folks are left to fend for ourselves..."

"Are you saying I'm a corpse? That I'm living off the fat of the land?" Yang Huaming laughed bitterly with anger.

He knew full well that Tan's eyes were blind and couldn't see, but he still pointed at the wound on his forehead and shouted loudly: "If it weren't for your scissors, my head would have been pierced!"

"These past few days, I've been nursing my wounds, you understand that, right? You say I don't care about your lives and deaths, but have you even asked me about my injuries? Have you said a single comforting word?"

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"Didn't you say so? And what about your father in the house, didn't you say anything?"

Here's the translation:

The east room was naturally quiet. Lao Yang seemed like a gourd whose mouth had been sawn off.

While Tan was left speechless by Yang Huaming's questioning.

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Yang Huaming continued, "You guys always say we're unfilial, constantly mentioning how much hardship you went through raising us. I just want to ask you one thing: Did I beg you to give birth to me?"

"Did I beg?"

"It's you guys who crawled into this bed wanting pleasure. I, for the sake of your pleasure, have become a byproduct, just like when you eat too much and need to shit to feel clean. I never asked to be born by you, remember that!"

These words were probably the most shocking they'd ever heard in their entire lives.

In the eastern room, Old Yang began to cough uncontrollably. Meanwhile, outside the house, Tan was so angry that she leaned back in shock, nearly falling over.

A face as white as snow blushed crimson red...

Yang Huaming instinctively reached out to support Tan Shi, but she swatted away his hand and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath as she spat, "You shameless wretch! You talk like you've eaten feces! I'm too lazy to waste my time with you!"

Tan touched the wall and fled awkwardly back to the east room.

Yang Huaming followed, peeking his head into the eastern room where Lao Yang was hiding. He smiled and said, "My temper isn't as good as my third brother's. Let me just say it upfront: My head is still hurting from the injury, and I just want to get a good night's sleep—the kind where you don't have cotton balls in your ears."

"Father, please stop bullying my mother so much. Don't scold her relentlessly. If you keep this up, we'll all die before you, and you'll be left to take care of your precious grandson Yongxian when he comes out of prison to support you in your old age."

After saying this, Yang Huaming also swaggered away and returned to his own house.

In the east room, Tan Shi was so angry that she sat on the bed and cried, “Why am I so unlucky? People say raising children can prevent aging and having more children brings more blessings. I have five sons! In the end, none of them are reliable. My eldest and second sons, you two short-lived ghosts, open your eyes and see! Your mother is about to be tortured to death!”

Old Yang raised his hand and slapped the table.

"Enough, stop wailing!"

“Day and night you just howl, can't solve any problems. You can’t even bring back Yongxian, nor revive the eldest and second brother. I’m about to be driven mad by your howling! Just shut up!”

Lao Yang's roar frightened Tan Shi.

After a moment, Tan was so angry that her whole body trembled, and her lips quivered.

“A rat carrying a gun, running wild in its den! You old rat, you didn't even dare to utter a peep before. Now look at you, trying to act tough! You spineless coward, I spit on you!” Tan launched a verbal attack on Old Yang, spitting thick phlegm like hail at him. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Old Yang dodged back and forth, “You shrew! Shut your mouth! If you spit again, I swear I’ll beat you!”

Tan froze, she reached up and yanked the hairpin out of her hair bun, throwing it to the ground. She went towards Lao Yang's head, disheveled hair flying, and snarled, "What? Hit me? I’ve been with you since I was fifteen, over fifty years have passed! I raised your children for you through thick and thin, never complaining, never leaving you, and now that you’re buried up to your neck in earth, you want to hit me?”

She poked her own face with her finger and took a step closer to Lao Yangtou's direction: "Come on, old rat, you hit me, you hit me once! With this kind of fighting, if you don't hit today, you're not a man!"

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