From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!

Chapter 864: Chapter 860: Pushed Mrs. Lin Away (Second Update)

”I don’t have much to ask of you, just hope that you, from now on, don’t come to our house without reason.

By the way, please take your roasted sweet potatoes back, it’s late at night and not suitable for eating.”

Old Lady Lu awkwardly took the sweet potatoes from Yuanbao’s hands and walked out of Lu Yuanfeng’s yard looking full of disappointment.

Yuanbao was still crying, and Lu Yuanfeng had already stepped forward.

”Yuanbao, you may think that the second brother is excessive in many things, but everything has cause and effect. If they hadn’t sold our mother back then, she wouldn’t have run to the mountains for us and disappeared without a trace.

We wouldn’t come home every day to find the stove cold as ice either.”

Regarding his mother’s matters, Lu Yuanfeng never hid the truth from Yuanbao.

Yuanbao is a child but far more understanding than most.

Instead of hiding it and letting him be used by the people of the Old Lu Family, it’s better to tell him the truth.

”Second brother, Yuanbao knows you’re doing it for my good. Don’t worry, Yuanbao...won’t let grandma into the house anymore.”

Yuanbao promised.

So young yet so understanding, truly makes one feel distressed.

”Alright, wash up and go to bed early, tonight I’ll stay with you!” said Lu Yuanfeng.

With that, Yuanbao jumped up immediately.

”Great, I can sleep with second brother again!” Yuanbao shouted.

*

Early the next morning, Mu Shuangshuang got up to make breakfast.

But someone got up even earlier than her.

In the middle of winter, the day breaks later, and generally, people wake up a bit later in winter, but Mrs. Lin insisted on waking up at the hour when wives get up to cook in summer.

She went to wake up Huang Bita to make breakfast.

When the sky was barely light, Mrs. Lin, with sleepy eyes, didn’t wash her face or comb her hair, with a dirty face, went to Mu Dalang’s room.

”Huang Bita, open the door, open up! The sun’s up and you’re still thinking of slacking off, get up now.”

The urgent knocking woke up Huang Bita and Mu Dalang.

Huang Bita got up from the bed in shock, planning to dress up and go cook.

Mu Dalang got up after her, glancing outside where the morning star was nowhere to be seen, knowing his mother was deliberately giving Bita a hard time.

”Bita, sleep a little more, I’ll go talk to my mother,” said Mu Dalang while yawning and putting on a coat.

As soon as the door opened, a bucket of cold water splashed onto his head.

Mrs. Lin, not having seen clearly who it was, laughed heartily: ”That’s what you get for ignoring my words, making a fool of my words, I’ll let you learn the hard way today.”

The splash of cold water turned Mu Dalang into an ice stick, his whole body shivering like a cork.

With a cold face, he glared at Mrs. Lin fiercely.

He dared not imagine what would happen if that bucket of water had landed on Bita.

”Dalang...” Hearing the water, Huang Bita looked up to see Mu Dalang standing like a nail at the door, motionless.

Water droplets trickled down from him.

The dripping sound nearly shattered Huang Bita’s heart.

”Oh, why are you here? I clearly splashed the water on you.”

Upon hearing Huang Bita’s voice, Mrs. Lin was confused.

Realizing she’d splashed not on Bita, but on her own son, she got angry: ”You, Huang Bita, knowing full well I called for you, dared let my son open the door.

You intentionally harmed my son, I won’t let this slide!” Mrs. Lin said, raising her hand threateningly.

She rushed at Huang Bita, only to have her wrist caught by Mu Dalang.

A piercing cold surged up.

”Mother, what on earth are you doing? You splashed water on me early in the morning, you knocked on the door,

what exactly are you trying to do? If you think Bita and I are eyesores, we’ll move out,” said Mu Dalang.

”What did you say? You’d move out for this little vixen? Have you lost your mind? After all my years of raising you, this is how you repay me?” Mrs. Lin cursed.

At this point, Mu Dalang was trembling from the cold.

Mrs. Lin didn’t care about her son, and was solely focused on bullying her daughter-in-law.

Huang Bita spoke anxiously, ”Mother, please let Dalang change clothes! At this rate, he’ll freeze to death.”

It only dawned on Mrs. Lin. ”Right, son, quickly change clothes. After changing, divorce this jinx.

If she hadn’t arrived, you wouldn’t have been splashed, rest easy, once you rid of her, I’ll find you a better one.”

Mrs. Lin’s skill at twisting the truth was no small affair, turning her mistake into Bita’s fault.

Mu Dalang, twitching the corners of his mouth, pointed to the door frame and said, ”Mother, step outside, I need to change.”

”Change then, I’ll watch right here, lest this jinx harm you again.”

Mrs. Lin refused to leave, thinking it’s her son, it’s fine to look, he won’t lose a chunk of flesh.

Besides, didn’t she bathe Mu Dalang when he was a child?

Not satisfied with just thinking, Mrs. Lin continued obnoxiously, ”Dalang, you are my son, why are you shy? That thing on you, your dad had too, I don’t care to look.”

Mrs. Lin went on spiritedly, leaving Huang Bita blushing with embarrassment.

Yet Mrs. Lin was relentless.

”Mother, enough, please stop! Your son is not a little child anymore and is married, you need to give us privacy, or else it would bring disgrace to the reputation of the Old Mu Family.”

Mu Dalang voiced his thoughts, as expected, chastised by Mrs. Lin.

”Ungrateful, if it weren’t for your mother’s sweat and tears raising you, did you think you could enjoy a good life, marry a new wife?

I say you’ve lost your mind listening to this woman.

Mrs. Lin kept rambling, as Mu Dalang’s chill increased.

Fearing her husband would freeze, Huang Bita gritted her teeth and pushed Mrs. Lin out.

Caught off guard, Mrs. Lin was shoved outside, and Huang Bita shut the door.

She said to Mu Dalang, ”Dalang, stop dawdling, quickly change your clothes, or you’ll fall sick.”

Having recovered from the push, Mrs. Lin began her next move: pounding the door and cursing Bita.

”Huang Bita, you jinx, rotten woman, open the door, who gave you the nerve to push me out.

If I don’t beat you to death today, I’m not Lin Xiaozao!”

The banging on the door grew louder and louder.

Huang Bita braced herself against the door, determined not to let Mrs. Lin in.

Though frightened, she stayed firm, her gaze fixed on the frantic dressing of Mu Dalang.

Wrapped in a quilt after changing clothes, Mu Dalang seemed to have recovered a bit of life.

His hair still dripped wet.

Huang Bita wanted to help wipe it, but her legs had gone numb, preventing her from moving.