The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2345: Stop (Part 3)

Feng Caie and Yang Baichuan got terrified at once, remaining speechless for a good while.

Yang Baichuan recovered first, rushing to steady Feng Caie: "Let’s head back, act as if we never had that son."

Slap! Feng Caie whirled around and struck him: "Useless." With that, she bolted away swiftly.

Yang Baichuan clutched his slapped, reddened cheek, a chill briefly glinting in his gaze before vanishing, then he scrambled up and chased after his wife.

Yang Ruxin observed until they vanished from view, then pivoted and returned home; she paid no mind to the chaos in the Yang Family’s second branch, for anyone who dared trouble her would face consequences.

The old Yang Family house.

Once back, Feng Caie started bundling up her things.

"Hey wife, what’s this?" Yang Baichuan burst in and pinned down the package.

"Yang Baichuan, I refuse to stay with you any longer." Feng Caie brushed away her tears, "We need to split up."

"I won’t allow it." Yang Baichuan shook his head firmly, "After all these years wedded, Ah’e, no more quarrels—let’s just live peacefully, alright? I’ll obey you from here on."

"You won’t agree? You must." Feng Caie’s expression froze like ice as she fixed Yang Baichuan with a stare, enunciating each word: "I bore our kids through great hardship, but you, a good-for-nothing husband, failed to shield them. What use is a failure like you to me? We separate today."

Yang Baichuan shook his head relentlessly, gripping the bundle tight.

Feng Caie abandoned the package, spun on her heel, and strode out.

"Ah’e." Yang Baichuan reached to restrain her, "Stay here."

"What’s with your racket now?" Yang Peili emerged from the facing room, stooped over, "Haven’t things gotten chaotic enough?"

"Who’s picking a fight?" Feng Caie’s tone sharpened, "Your grandson’s on the brink of death—who among you gives a damn? If nobody does, I quit being a Yang Family daughter-in-law, slaving for you lot of wastes—it sickens me..."

"Feng Caie, watch your mouth!" Yang Baihe stormed out, "Who’re you labeling useless? If you’re so capable, why’d you rear a worthless son?"

"None of your business!" Feng Caie exploded upon seeing Yang Baihe, shrugging off Yang Baichuan and lunging ahead, "You idle, freeloading hag, every household woe traces back to your curse, you bloated swine..."

"I’ll tear into you." Yang Baihe refused to yield.

Thus, the pair erupted into a brawl.

Yang Baichuan failed to separate them, merely fretting helplessly nearby.

"Enough!" Yang Peili bellowed, quaking with fury, ultimately pounding the table in a thunderous roar.

Regrettably, it proved useless; the women, bloodshot-eyed in combat, ignored him entirely, yanking hair and clawing faces nonstop.

"Cease immediately." With no recourse, Yang Peili advanced to pry them apart, yet got shoved aside by the tussling duo, crashing into a table edge; he groaned, assuming it minor, but upon attempting to rise, found himself immobile, his complexion paling to ashen as he crumpled down.

"Dad..." Spotting the crisis, Yang Baichuan dashed over to support him, "What happened?"

"I..." Old Yang parted his lips, but agony silenced him.

Yang Baichuan flew into panic: "Help, someone quick..."

The brawling women sensed the issue and released each other, horrified by Yang Peili’s state.

"Fetch the doctor now!" Yang Baichuan yelled.