Chapter 577: Your Wife Said She Swallowed a Mouthful of Shit

Chapter 577: Your Wife Said She Ate Shit

August.

Jiang Yu kept up with daily reports on the disaster situation from the newspaper office.

Jiang Ting had once described to her the devastation of the Phoenix City earthquake in their previous life—hundreds of thousands of people affected, nearly ten thousand families lost in the quake.

Casualties were beyond count, and the economic losses amounted to billions.

A city could be destroyed in an instant.

In this life, history repeated itself—the earthquake still struck.

The only difference was that the number of casualties had drastically decreased. Though the damage was severe, it was nowhere near as devastating as in their past life.

"We will rebuild the homes we lost."

Jiang Yu put down her pen—this was the final article she would write about the earthquake.

The disaster in Phoenix City threw the nation into gloom.

Fortunately, people came together, helping the affected people through these difficult times.

"Li Nian, I won’t be coming in tomorrow."

Li Nian had resisted asking for days, but as Jiang Yu stood up, she finally followed.

"No news from Section Chief He?"

Jiang Yu replied, "There will be."

Not just He Tingyue—the others, too, seemed to have gone silent, with not a peep from anyone.

Department Head Jiang left the newspaper office and headed straight home.

As soon as she entered the compound, she saw He Feiyan and Wu Yue blocking the gate, engaged in a standoff with Wei Xiuru, who was trying to push her way in.

After enduring so many days, Jiang Yu was fresh out of patience—she had no intention of speaking kindly to her.

She strode forward, grabbed Wei Xiuru’s hair, jerked her backward, and landed two quick slaps across her face.

"Get out."

Jiang Yu knocked Wei Xiuru flat with a kick.

"Leave while I’m still being halfway civil to you."

Wei Xiuru: "..." You call this polite?

Her hair, mussed up from Jiang Yu’s attack, was a tangled mess, making her look like a madwoman at first glance.

Wei Xiuru’s anger surged as she pressed a hand to her stinging cheek, gritted her teeth.

"You don’t know yet, do you? He Tingyue is dead!"

"Let’s see how long you can keep lording it over everyone without him backing you!"

"He was part of the He family. Now that he’s gone, his stuff rightfully goes to the He family. Who’s to stop me?"

Wei Xiuru was also driven to desperation by poverty.

He Jingyi had retired, and the meager pension wasn’t nearly enough to live on.

She had blown through almost all her money and things, and even when He Dongqi called several times asking for money, she couldn’t provide any.

Upon hearing the news of He Tingyue’s disappearance, she immediately saw an opportunity to grab his stuff.

Wei Xiuru wore an arrogant expression, without a shred of shame for what she was doing.

"Fei Yan, I’ve already spoken to your father. Since your eldest brother is gone, you should return to the He family from now on. You should also cut ties with those lowlifes you hang around with."

"And what about those two siblings of yours? Don’t they have any relatives? Why must they mooch off you?"

"Step aside. I need to go through your brother’s things before that gold-digger of a sister-in-law snatches everything."

Jiang Yu blocked the doorway, naturally refusing to let her succeed.

"You say He Tingyue is gone—who told you that?"

Wei Xiuru sneered, "You don’t actually think he’s still alive after all these days without news, do you? Keep dreaming."

He Feiyan was furious. "My eldest brother is definitely alive! The disaster area’s isolated—it’s normal that no news has come back!"

Wei Xiuru laughed at her naivety. "You’ll only believe it when you see his corpse! Get out of my way—I’m packing your things. You’re coming back to the He family with me today."

She had always suspected that Jiang Yu had someone steal the items she had given to Zhong Yue.

Today, she was determined to turn this place upside down and get my stuff back!

"Fei Yan, go get the cops. Someone’s trying to break into our home. Let’s get her thrown in jail again."

Remembering her last stint in detention, Wei Xiuru flinched and scrambled back.

Fine, she’d just wait a few more days!

"Don’t believe me? Just wait—you’ll see I wasn’t lying!"

Muttering curses, Wei Xiuru bolted out of the compound.

Before she could even leave the alley, someone called out to her.

She froze, glancing around—no one was there.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a bucket of filth came pouring down from above, drenching her completely.

Wei Xiuru trembled violently, letting out a shriek like a stuck pig.

"AHHH—!!!"

The reek of shit filled her nose and mouth, making her gag.

From behind, a group of children suddenly appeared, hooting and clapping.

"Ooooh! She’s eating shit! She got shit-faced!"

Wei Xiuru puked her guts out, each breath bringing the revolting stench to her head, until she saw stars.

Watching her collapse, Hu Zi muttered under his breath, "This is bad."

"Oh no, run!"

The kids bolted like rabbits.

He Jingyi was playing chess with his father when he received the call from the hospital.

Aunt Xu stammered, "They said Wei Xiuru was... doused with excrement and fainted. She was taken to the hospital."

He Jingyi: "...What?"

Aunt Xu repeated, "Wei Xiuru is in the hospital now. They said her condition is serious."

He Jingyi's expression darkened. "Wasn't she supposed to be visiting—"

The old man frowned. "Who was she going to see?"

"Dad, Xiuru heard about Ting Yue's accident and went to see how Jiang Yu was doing."

The old man didn't buy a word of his explanation. He knew exactly what Wei Xiuru was scheming.

He Jingyi tried to defend himself further, but the old man didn’t give him the chance. Without batting an eye, he raised his hand and slapped him.

The slap rang out, but the old man remained motionless, his eyes hard as he stared at him.

"That’s your son. If you can’t even grieve for him, how could you pile on when he’s down?"

Even beasts show affection for their young. He Jingyi’s callousness shocked even his own father.

He Jingyi set his jaw. In all his years, no one had ever laid a hand on him.

At his age, the blow to his pride hurt far more than the physical pain.

"Dad, he’s my son, but did he ever treat me like his father? If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have retired early, reduced to sitting at home playing chess with you!"

"Do you know what people say about me outside? They call me a pathetic has-been!"

"I’m your son! Why won’t you help me?"

If the old man had just said one word, he could have made it right for him.

But not only did he refuse to help, he made him resign at the peak of his career!

He Jingyi was seething with resentment, his dreams crushed, watching all his past efforts go to waste.

The old man looked at his son, with his sky-high arrogance, and was suddenly bone-weary.

At this age, how could he possibly change his way of thinking?

Enough. There was no point in saying more.

"Go see her at the hospital."

Still seething, He Jingyi stomped out, face like thunder.

He headed to the hospital, but before even entering the ward, the reek assaulted him.

Wei Xiuru’s curses were incessant, between bouts of vomiting.

A flicker of impatience flashed in He Jingyi's eyes—utterly useless.

He had intended to leave right then, but Wei Xiuru inside noticed him.

"Jingyi! You're finally here! You don't know what I've been through, boo-hoo..."

He Jingyi's face turned stormy; he wanted nothing to do with her.

However, one of the elderly women inside spotted him and quickly called out, "That your wife? Get her outta here! The doctor said she can be discharged, but she refuses to leave, claiming she ate shit and needs an examination."

After being brought to the hospital, Wei Xiuru hadn't been properly cleaned and still reeked of filth.

The moment she was wheeled into the ward, she set off the other patients, who demanded she leave.

Yet Wei Xiuru shot back defiantly, "If you can't stand it, you leave! Why should I go? If you're so bothered, spend more money and get a private room! Bunch of cheapskates!"

That really pissed off the old man and women present.

If she weren't so disgusting, the old woman would have slapped her long ago.

He Jingyi's face turned purple with rage, stuck between stepping forward or bolting.

A nurse behind him nudged him, "Hey, move it."

Reluctantly, he entered the ward but froze in place, unwilling to approach.

The nurse walked over to Wei Xiuru, tightening her mask.

"Where are your family members? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Wei Xiuru hastily replied, "Right there—that’s him!"

The nurse glanced back and frowned.

"What're you waiting for? Come over!"

He Jingyi lumbered forward like a zombie.

Wei Xiuru’s stench hit him like a truck, choking him.

Seeing this, the old woman nodded in agreement, "See? Even you think it's disgusting, right? Get her out of here!"

The nurse said flatly, "Given your wife's condition, she should be in a private room. But she insists she can't afford it and must stay in the shared ward, which is severely disturbing other patients."

He Jingyi's head was about to explode—this was even more humiliating than the slap from the old man earlier.

"I'll transfer her right now."

The nurse continued matter-of-factly, "Actually, she doesn’t need a room change—she could just be discharged. But your wife claims she swallowed feces and insists on staying for tests. Maybe you should talk her down."

He Jingyi: "..."

He couldn’t bear to look at Wei Xiuru.

"If she wants the tests, let her have them."

The nurse said no more, "Then go handle the paperwork and get her moved."

Only after finally moving Wei Xiuru to a private room did He Jingyi finally let out a breath.

Before he could speak, he heard Wei Xiuru start cursing Jiang Yu.

"Jingyi, it must be that little wretch who had someone dump that filthy water on me! I want to call the police and have her arrested!"

He Jingyi looked impatient. "Quit making a scene—you'll ruin things for Dongqi."

He Dongqi was also part of the earthquake relief efforts this time. If he could seize the opportunity to make a name for himself, he would surely get promoted.

He Tingyue and He Feiyan weren't raised under his roof, so he had long given up hope on those two children.

Now that he had stepped down, he could only put all his eggs in Dongqi's basket.

Wei Xiuru had gone to Jiang Yu to get her stuff back, which he had initially disagreed with.

But she insisted that Wei Baiyun’s dowry had been snatched away by Jiang Yu. When he thought about it, he realized that He Dongqi would need money to advance in the future, so it would be best to get those things back.

"I won’t stand for this! Those are our things—why should Jiang Yu benefit from them?"

He Jingyi cut her a look. "We’ll talk about it when Dongqi returns."

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. If He Tingyue was truly unlucky and bit the dust in Ji Province, he would find a way to get his hands on that stuff.