"Serves you right to be miserable and broke your whole life! Fei Hua marrying you must've been an eight-generation streak of bad luck. Are you even fit to call yourself human? You might as well go die already, Feng Zhan! You're the most disgusting and shameless scumbag I've ever met!"
Mei Hua didn't care if they were out in public; she opened her mouth and started shouting at the deadbeat without hesitation.
Fei Hua tried to smooth things over awkwardly, "Alright, alright. If you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog. I've accepted it, I really have."
The neighbors nearby couldn't help but chime in, "Aye, fights on the bedhead and reconciliation on the bed foot—only husbands and wives know their own business. Madam Mei Hua, just leave it alone."
"That's right. I've noticed they've been arguing less these days. Even the pots and pans aren't being thrown as much."
The onlookers were full of half-hearted advice.
