Zheng Laohuai had returned to the village. Wherever he went, he could hear people whispering about him behind his back, though they all went silent the moment he approached. Zheng Laohuai quite enjoyed this feeling; in fact, it didn't bother him in the slightest.
He had been called a "bastard" behind his back for most of his life anyway. It hadn't made him lose an ounce of weight, nor had it cost him a single bowl of rice. They always said the wicked feared the more wicked; now, Zheng Laohuai felt that playing the role of a local bully was actually quite comfortable.
His two older sisters had completely given up on him, to the point that they wouldn't even let him step through their front doors. But he didn't care about that either. His old man was in a state of semi-dementia anyway. As long as his father still doted on him, he could just wait for the current storm to pass, act shameless, and go crawl back to beg for forgiveness. If he knelt and admitted his mistakes, his father would surely step up to take the heat for him again. As for his sisters, it was just a matter of spending a little money.
Chapter 301