Momo's Gradual Change

C133. Every Family Has Its Troubles.

Chapter 133: Every Family Has Its Troubles

As the door to the hospital room clicked shut, Wu Zhengye found himself pushed aside by his wife, stumbling forward until he nearly fell against it.

He shot her a dark glare but held back from storming out. After all, he was finally beginning to understand that Song Yimo was not someone to be trifled with. No, more precisely, it was her powerful “brother” who was the real force to reckon with.

Now that he’d alienated Song Yimo, his only chance lay in persuading Wu Ting to smooth things over between them; without her, he’d have no way of establishing any connection at all.

"Mom, didn’t you say we were going to the aquarium? Why did we come to the hospital instead?"

The innocent voice of a five- or six-year-old broke the strained silence, and in that moment, the expressions on everyone’s faces shifted.

Chen Yan, Wu Zhengye’s second wife, quickly reached over and gave her son a light swat on the back, but the spoiled child immediately yelped, "Ouch, Mom, that hurts!"

Chen Yan was mortified, wishing she could just clamp a hand over his mouth. Certain things weren’t meant to be spoken so openly.

Wu Ting couldn’t see her grandmother’s reaction from where she was lying, but she could easily picture the disappointment etched on her face.

She understood her grandmother’s desire for family harmony, but ever since her stepmother moved in, her home had never felt like a place she belonged. Her grandmother, too, had chosen to ignore the signs, pretending everything was fine—yet Wu Ting had never pressed the issue because her grandmother was the one person left who still cared about her.

So, yes, she should have felt angry—furious that her father was more interested in schemes than her wellbeing. But instead, she felt a wild urge to laugh.

The last shreds of decorum had been stripped away. Finally, there was nothing left for her to endure.

Wu Ting’s grandmother trembled with anger. Though a simple village woman, she understood her son all too well—she knew what he was up to before he even spoke.

Had Zhai Muyang been here, she would’ve ignored her son’s eagerness to curry favor, because any mother would wish for their child’s success. She would have turned a blind eye to her son’s behavior if it meant he could forge ties with someone so capable. But what Wu Zhengye had done was to try to strong-arm Song Yimo—a young woman of the younger generation!

If not for Song Yimo’s compassion, how would Zhai Muyang even know who Wu Ting was?

If not for her, who else would have funded Wu Ting’s treatment?

This was no small sum, and Wu Ting’s condition was far from trivial. Back at the county hospital, the doctors had bluntly predicted she’d be confined to a wheelchair for life.

Yet because of Song Yimo’s connections, Zhai Muyang had arranged for a private jet to fly Wu Ting to the best hospital in the city. This had saved not just her health but her entire future.

Dying quickly was one thing, but living half-dead, neither fully alive nor truly gone—now that was a fate to fear. This was a debt that surpassed even a life-saving grace.

And what had Wu Zhengye just done?

If Zhai Muyang were to abandon Wu Ting now, what would become of her?

Her grandmother was nearly beside herself. She stepped forward and slapped Wu Zhengye across the face. “I didn’t call you here to make enemies. I’ve kept quiet about the mess you call a family life, thinking we could all get by without raising a ruckus. But you can’t just ignore Wu Ting like this!”