Soong Chuyi had been too excited for the past few days ever since she had made an appointment with her beloved daughter. Now that she was at ease, her heart grew even bigger, and she completely forgot about Soong's mother.

Soong Chuyi had to think of a solution. She was going to see her daughter tomorrow, and with Soong's mother around, she might not be able to go to the appointment in high spirits.

Soong's mother was not liked to begin with, and when Soong Chuyi thought about how she could not meet Hsu Youfeng beautifully because of him, she felt restless.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Perhaps because she was really in a hurry, Soong's mother didn't bring anything with her this time, nor did she bother to greet Soong Chuyi.

"If I didn't come, would I have been able to find you? You really got carried away, and your phone and WeChat were all blacklisted. I'm your mother! Is this how you treat me, huh?"

Soong Chuyi frowned and retorted in her heart, I would rather not have a mother like you.

"What's going on between you and Little Zhao? He's such a good young man, yet you don't like him? Do you want to go to heaven? Do you really think that you are like a celestial being? You are so picky. I think you don't even have the chance to eat sh * t when you are old! "

Soong Chuyi was the eldest daughter of the family. In their time, five or six children in a family were normal. Soong's mother, on the other hand, had not even finished a year of school in order to share the burden of the family. She knew three to five big words, and when she scolded people, her words were mixed with the dialect of her hometown. Most of the time, her words were vulgar and even hard to hear.

There was a saying that children's faults were their parents'. Soong Chuyi made mistakes. No matter how old she was, she had to be educated and criticized by Soong's mother. Soong's mother had lived half her life in old ideas, but Soong Chuyi could not comfort her. Soong's mother's harsh words were her daughter's disgust and retort.

Soong's mother's unchanging personality and unreasonable way of doing things was also one of the reasons why the two of them had quarreled so much that they couldn't live under the same roof.

Soong Chuyi lowered her head, her eyebrows about to break. She tried her best to listen to Soong's mother's teachings, but the blood in her body always held her back. Even if she was used to it, she still cared, so her body felt a little uncomfortable, and tears welled up in her eyes.

If she made even the slightest sound, Soong Chuyi would definitely expose the fact that she was crying, and her palms were still exerting force. She suppressed the bitterness, raised her head and looked at Soong's mother, "Mom, I just look good at work, there's no rush to get married. Besides, I'm not suitable for Zhao Mucheng, if I marry him, I'll definitely fight with her every day!"

Soong's mother glared at him with a face full of disapproval, "You're still so fierce. You make it sound so good, but when you marry someone, Little Zhao will be your man, and you're still fighting with him. I think he won't beat you to death!"

This was another reason why Soong Chuyi and Soong's mother had a disagreement. Soong's mother believed that if they married someone, whether they liked it or not, the two of them would have children and live their lives together.

If your husband hit you, it must be your fault. Why else would he hit you?

Soong Chuyi vaguely remembered that her father, who had died a long time ago, had not been very good-tempered when he was young. Soong's mother had been beaten up by him, but she had not been hurt much since then.

Soong's mother did not know and did not care how many feudal ideas there were in this world that led men to abuse their wives and children when they were drunk, because there was a saying that men were superior to women, and even if there were laws of equality in society, there were still countless women living in hell.