Chapter 791 - 787: All Women Like Children

Although Chen JianShe found it strange that Brother Leng, who never gossiped, would suddenly ask such a question, he still offered an explanation.

"A woman wants children. If the man can’t have any, of course she was miserable. And so, she found another man and ran off."

He finished, then added in a hushed voice, "But my second aunt told me her next-door neighbor said it was the man who was infertile, so the woman ran off with another man."

Leng Yuan couldn’t help but ask, "But why would she run away if *she’s* the one who can’t have children?"

Chen JianShe explained again, "If a woman can’t have children, she’s bound to be miserable, too. Maybe she couldn’t face her husband! Besides, the village gossip is enough to drive a woman to her death."

Once he got started on the topic, Chen JianShe had a lot more to say.

"Brother Leng, you don’t know. This kind of thing happened in another village before. A woman couldn’t get pregnant, and when word got out, people said the ugliest things—calling her a chicken that can’t lay eggs, stuff like that. In the end, they drove her to her death."

People these days are not kind to women. If word gets out that a woman can’t get pregnant, people will say the nastiest things imaginable.

When Chen JianShe finished and saw Leng Yuan hadn’t said a word, he added one more thing.

"For a man, it’s not such a big deal, but the harm to a woman is immense. The moment she steps out, she’s met with strange looks. People whisper nonsense behind her back, and some even say it to her face. After a while, no one can stand it."

"That’s enough." Leng Yuan’s hands clenched.

He had never really thought about this before. He’d heard bits and pieces, of course—people gossiping about children—but he never paid it any mind.

’He’d always believed that as long as he treated Jiaojiao well, other people’s opinions didn’t matter. But now, he was realizing it wasn’t that simple.’

’Even if she didn’t let it bother her, hearing such things would still hurt.’

Chen JianShe saw the dark look on Brother Leng’s face and didn’t dare say another word.

Nearby, Li Dazhuang was still sniffling and crying. Chen JianShe couldn’t help but speak up. "Life goes on. Think about your own mother! She worked so hard to raise you. She hasn’t enjoyed a single day of peace, and instead, the white-haired will be sending off the black-haired. You’re not just killing yourself, you’re trying to kill your mother."

’How is a little old lady supposed to live all by herself after losing her son?’

Li Dazhuang shuddered.

He had just been overwhelmed by anger. He’d spent a hundred yuan on the bride price to marry her—it was the family’s entire savings, something his mother had spent years scraping together.

Now the money was gone, his wife was gone, and her family had shown up with a mob to wreck his house. They were demanding he hand her over, threatening that it wasn’t over between them.

Li Dazhuang had simply been unable to see a way out.

But now, with Chen JianShe’s reminder, the thought of his elderly mother immediately extinguished any desire he had to die.

He wiped his eyes. "You’re right. I can’t die. I can’t let those people get away with this. But my wife’s family is demanding I hand her over. Where am I supposed to find her?"

Chen JianShe offered an idea. "Your wife ran away, you’re the victim here! And your mother-in-law shows up demanding her right after she leaves. Why don’t you suspect they’re in on it together?"

Li Dazhuang’s eyes widened.

As a simple, honest man, he had never considered looking at it that way.

’But... that makes perfect sense!’

He humbly asked for advice again. "Then what should I do now?"

Chen JianShe smiled. "Since you’re the victim, you should report it to the police! Professional matters should be handled by professionals. You can’t find her, but maybe they can!"