Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 919 - 920 Toxic Fatherly Love 52

Wu Hao’s tirade left Zhang Yu red-faced and speechless, wanting to retort but unable to form any words.

The crowd, who had been pointing fingers at Zhang Yu, accusing him of being unfilial, was stunned by this sudden reversal.

"And my mother—if she hadn’t met you, she could have lived a good life. It was because of you that she ended up dying in grief."

"You say your life is hard. You say you’re wronged. What about my mom?"

"Was she supposed to just accept it all?"

"If we’re going to talk about retribution, it should come to you first."

"Don’t talk to me about magnanimity or forgiveness. How am I supposed to account for what happened to my mom? She passed away in her thirties."

"My grandmother, widowed at a young age, struggled to raise my mom, only to lose her in middle age and be forced to raise me, her granddaughter."

"Then, when she was diagnosed with cancer, you and your wife rushed to the hospital the next day to upset her."

"Were you trying to send her on her way faster? Was it so you could take over the inheritance from my family?"

"You call me unfilial? You’re the most unfilial one of all."

"You betrayed your family, neglected your daughter, and schemed for property that doesn’t belong to you."

"And yet people like you have the audacity to stand on some moral high ground and criticize me."

"Maybe I really should pay a visit to your workplace and have a chat with your superiors. Should someone like you even be allowed to work in the system? Isn’t this a total failure of morality?"

"If you think I’m unfilial, go ahead and sue me in court."

"Any expenses I am responsible for, I will cover in full."

"But as a retired civil servant, no matter what lawsuit you file, the courts won’t take the case, right?"

"Surely you don’t expect me to cover the high school tuition, college tuition, future overseas study, or even wedding costs for your son and daughter?"

Since she was already crushing Wu Hao, there was no need to hold back.

"I... I... I didn’t... You’re making this up!" Wu Hao immediately panicked, filled with regret for running his mouth off in the first place.

"Of course you’d never admit it."

"Instead of spending your time criticizing me, why don’t you think about how to improve your aging parents’ health?"

"As a son, you shirk the responsibilities that should be yours."

"But that’s just who you are. You’ve never been someone who takes responsibility," Zhang Yu said coldly.

"You’ve been like this since your youth—writing all these heartfelt letters to my mom to avoid the hardships of being sent to the countryside. You even said you’d be willing to marry into her family."

"Then, once you became a college graduate, you turned around and claimed you had no shared language with her. Of course, back then, you thought your future as a college graduate was so bright."

"And look where you are now. Back then, weren’t you the one always preaching about how hard it was for your parents to raise all of you?"

"Why don’t you think about how hard it was for your parents to raise you now?"

"Oh, I see. It’s because you don’t have to spend money or take on any responsibility. You just run your mouth a little and get to enjoy the reputation of being a filial son. No matter how you spin it, it’s a good deal."

Wu Hao felt like he was on the verge of breaking down. "Shut up! Zhang Yu, what kind of daughter talks to her father like this?"

"Oh, I’m sorry. Why don’t you tell me what it means to be a father—what responsibilities and obligations a father should fulfill—and then we can continue this discussion?"

Wu Hao took a deep breath. "Such a sharp tongue. I think your grandmother spoiled you too much."

"You’re nothing like your mom." Zhang Lina had been so gentle, and yet Zhang Yu was so fiery.

That comment almost made Zhang Yu laugh in anger. "Exactly. Unlike my mom, I’m not easily bullied."

"You should be grateful my mom didn’t cause a scene at your workplace. If it had been me, I wouldn’t have let you off easy."

"Eating what I provide, using what I provide, and yet having the audacity to complain. You’ve got some nerve."

"Wu Hao, I’ve always said this—you and your wife are heartless. Your wife ran away from hardship after being sent to the countryside too. She married the team leader’s son to avoid suffering."

"She didn’t endure hardship in the countryside for long. When news of returning to the city came, she immediately packed up and returned with haste."

Zhang Yu decided to drop the bomb she’d been pondering for a long time: "Do you know Feng Min had a son while she was in the countryside?"

"A few years ago, he got married. It was quite a grand affair. They even bought a house in town and paid a hefty bride price."

"They bought a car too. Everyone says the son’s birth mother paid for most of it." Ever since Zhang Yu learned this, she’d been contemplating the best way to deliver the news to Wu Hao.

If he didn’t stir up trouble, she wouldn’t disgust him. But since he came looking for it, this revelation would be her gift to him.

Wu Hao actually knew that Feng Min had been married in the countryside and had a son. But she had always assured him that she wouldn’t get involved with that son, claiming the paternal grandfather cherished him as the only grandson.

But now, it seemed Feng Min had been lying to him. Or was there more to the story? It was all uncertain.

Wu Hao felt Zhang Yu was deliberately trying to provoke him, trying to drive a wedge between him and his wife.

"Zhang Yu, don’t think that by saying this, I’ll go home and fight with my wife," Wu Hao said fiercely.

Facing Wu Hao’s intimidating demeanor, Zhang Yu simply left him with a parting shot. "You know where Feng Min had her ’intellectual youth’ placement, right?"

"Go there and ask around."

"So, you know Feng Min used to be married."

"Do some investigation, and you’ll see for yourself if I’m lying."

"I wasn’t planning on revealing this. The longer this drags on, the more money Feng Min funnels to her eldest son. When the truth eventually explodes, do you think your marriage will survive?"

Wu Hao was a man driven by self-interest. If he found out Feng Min wasn’t just supporting her extended family but also secretly providing for her eldest son, how could he possibly tolerate it?

"Good luck to you. Better brace yourself."

"After all, Xiao Jian is still young. By the time he graduates college, you’ll have to step down anyway. Then you can focus on raising that other kid."

Zhang Yu grabbed Wang Lei, ready to leave. If they didn’t leave now, the real estate agent might think she was standing them up.

Wang Lei hurried after Zhang Yu, glancing back at Wu Hao, who stood frozen in place. "Xiao Yu, was everything you just said true?"

"Do you think I’d lie about something like that?" Zhang Yu snorted coldly. "I can’t stand Wu Hao and his wife, but I wouldn’t slander them."

"I didn’t have the resources before, but once I found out where Feng Min had been sent during the intellectual youth movement, I started digging, and this is what I found."

"Watch. Wu Hao will definitely investigate as soon as he gets home. Once he confirms it, Feng Min is finished."

In her previous life, the Wu family had leeched off generations of the Zhang family. This time, there would be justice.

Wu Hao took a deep breath, all kinds of thoughts swirling in his head. He remembered how, just before the Chinese New Year, Feng Min had asked for leave to attend some sort of intellectual youth reunion.

At the time, he had wondered why she would suddenly reconnect with people she hadn’t spoken to in years to attend this gathering.

Even though he objected, Feng Min insisted on going. Thinking back now, it was likely she had gone to her son’s wedding.

Wu Hao’s expression turned grim. This eldest son already had a father, and Feng Min had no daily contact with him, yet she was so generous with her money.

But when it came to their twins, Feng Min made a big deal out of even buying clothes for them.

He had to investigate. If it turned out to be true, a wife like Feng Min couldn’t stay in the family.