"Why should I care about my wife and son? If only you, Mom, could calm down a bit, Xiao Qian wouldn't have fallen ill. As a soldier, I ought to know right from wrong, know what's proper and what isn't." Mei Shuqing had a big issue with the Old Mrs. Mei these past few days. He was sick of hearing the same words from her over and over again.
Old Mrs. Mei looked at her second son's gloomy face and, feeling aggrieved, pointed at Mei Shuqing and said to her eldest son, "Look, look at your brother. I fed him, clothed him, and paid for his college education from childhood to adulthood. Now that he's capable and hardened, I'm old and useless, and he starts disregarding me, his own mother, aiming to criticize me. His subordinates are even more respectful. Old Mei, things are like this now, we can't fight him, and he starts settling scores. Just because his wife took care of us for a few days, he becomes furious with us. You, as the eldest, should help us manage your brother."
