Chapter 111 If I were to let you measure things in the same way, ...

Tang Mingli had the illusion that she was teaching people how to get a divorce.

Such transgressive behavior is completely contrary to her character. She understood a principle very early on: everyone has their own destiny.

She has always adhered to the principle of setting aside the desire to help others and respecting the fate of others.

Therefore, when Tang Mingmei acted out of line, she simply turned a blind eye and never wanted to meddle.

Now that we see a woman who has suddenly realized her mistake and is trying her best to get her child out of this mess, should we really just stand by and do nothing?

Tang Mingli felt that this seemed difficult.

Just treat it as browsing the internet and commenting on gossip.

Tang Mingli, relieved of her psychological burden, shared her thoughts with Tang Mingmei.

"Li Dazhu can be said to be the complete beneficiary of this marriage. How could you expect a beneficiary to give up his own interests unless he is stupid?"

"The beneficiary?" Tang Mingmei pondered the words carefully and found them to be quite apt.

Tang Mingli thought she didn't understand, and considering that Fu Ci was also there, she couldn't be too sharp, so she had to approach it from another angle.

"As a husband, you should at least do these three things: First, take responsibility for the family's finances. Second, give your wife understanding and respect. Third, manage relationships between family members well. I'm not bragging, but Fu Ci in my family can do all of these perfectly. Has Li Dazhu done them? How well?"

Fu Ci's lips curled up slightly at his wife's praise, but he quickly suppressed it.

In this situation, it's not appropriate to laugh in front of Uncle Tang and his wife.

When Tang Mingmei heard Tang Mingli ask, she got angry and cursed, "He did nothing right."

Although she kept her salary for herself after getting married and relied on the Li family for food and drink, Li Dazhu did not give her any money directly.

When he took over his father's job, it was agreed that he would give her more than twenty yuan a month for household expenses. Whether she married him or not, he would still have to pay this money.

As for the latter two points, they are utterly meaningless.

Understand and respect her?

Tang Mingmei herself found it laughable.

If Li Dazhu had even a shred of understanding and respect for her, he would never have allowed his family to treat him like this.

The clearer Tang Mingmei's understanding became, the more she realized how foolish she had been back then.

Li Dazhu clearly thought she couldn't return to the city and didn't want to waste time waiting, which is why he went on a blind date as soon as she returned to the city.

Despite being betrayed by him, she brainwashed herself and insisted on marrying him. Looking back now, it's truly laughable.

Li Hong also wanted to say that Li Dazhu was nothing, but considering that Fu Ci was also present, it would be embarrassing for her nephew-in-law to hear her say such things on such a day.

So she quietly reminded her daughter to watch her words.

However, he naturally dared not mention resigning, so he could only use the child as an excuse.

An eight-month-old baby, though small, has already begun to perceive the outside world and can easily learn from adults.

Tang Mingmei patted her mouth, reminding herself to be careful with her words and actions.

Tang Mingli didn't want to stray from the topic and returned to the main point: "Let's not discuss whether Li Dazhu is a fart or worse than a fart. Let's go back to the point we just made. In the marriage, he is the beneficiary. People are selfish, and it's hard to give up their own interests. Unless he knows that after giving up the sesame seeds, what awaits him is a watermelon."

Tang Mingmei couldn't help but laugh when she heard this.

How could she have ever dared to think she was smarter than Tang Mingli? She was completely confused by what she was saying.

She understood the principle of sesame seeds and watermelons, but how could she make Li Dazhu feel that divorcing her was like losing sesame seeds and gaining watermelons?

Seeing her cousin's confusion, Tang Mingli prompted her by asking, "What does Li Dazhu want most right now?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Mingmei blurted out, "How would I know? He never told me."

Not to mention Tang Mingli helplessly rubbing her forehead, Li Hong, standing to the side, couldn't help but worry about her daughter.

"You stupid girl, you're driving me crazy. What Li Dazhu and his parents want most right now is for you to give them a son, isn't it?"

Tang Mingmei suddenly realized.

My mother's last words were truly a wake-up call.

She understood what her cousin meant by "pain point".

Tang Mingmei was overjoyed when the problem that had been troubling her suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time she had so sincerely raised her teacup, offering a cup of tea instead of wine to Tang Mingli.

"Today I especially want to sincerely thank you. Thank you for not holding grudges and for not standing by coldly during the most difficult time of my life, for not..."

By the end, Tang Mingmei had choked up.

She knew all too well how she had treated Tang Mingli in the past, and even now that the other party was kicking her when she was down, she felt that she deserved it.

But no.

Looking back carefully, Tang Mingli's attitude towards her was always one of disdain when she was arrogant and self-righteous, but she never mocked or ridiculed her when she was in trouble or suffered misfortune.

Whether in her past life or this life, Tang Mingli's vision is far, far greater than hers.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand this principle until her death in her previous life; otherwise, she wouldn't be in this situation after being reborn.

But thankfully, she realized it wasn't too late in her life.

Although her life was terrible, it wasn't all beyond redemption.

Tang Mingli also generously raised her teacup and clinked it with Tang Mingmei's, saying sincerely, "As a daughter and a sister, you may not be qualified, but as a mother, you are not bad."

After lunch, the group sat for a while longer.

Tang Jianguo kept refilling Fu Ci's tea, his gaze falling several times on the scarf around Fu Ci's neck.

Fu Ci couldn't possibly be unaware of this, and was just about to show off, saying that Mingli had woven it for him, when his uncle couldn't help but speak up.

"We don't have heating in our house, are you feeling cold?"

These words were spoken while looking at Fu Ci, so Fu Ci naturally had to respond.

He shook his head: "No, it's quite warm inside."

The Tang family home is small, and although there is no heating, it is not very cold.

But Tang Jianguo then asked, "So, you're not feeling well?"

Fu Ci was stunned, but the next second he immediately understood what his uncle meant, and his lips twitched uncontrollably a few times.

Tang Mingli understood what her uncle meant and burst into laughter.

Despite her laughter, she still answered on Fu Ci's behalf: "No, Fu Ci has always been very healthy."

Tang Jianguo didn't understand. If he wasn't sick, why was he wearing a scarf all the time?

Tang Mingli laughed even harder, while Fu Ci's ears turned red uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Tang Mingli still cared about Fu Ci's pride and helped him out of the predicament by saying, "Uncle, it's nothing. He just doesn't want to take it off."

"I see." Tang Jianguo scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, and said, "I was worried that the Fu family might have heating, and you guys are used to it, but my family doesn't, so I feel cold."

"No, no, it's not cold at all inside."

These words were naturally spoken by Tang Mingli.

After drinking tea and chatting for a while, Tang Mingli and Fu Ci left around the same time as in previous years.

They did not choose to stay any longer just because the Tang family's attitude towards them had changed.

It's much easier and more enjoyable to be with them now, but nothing compares to the comfort of just the two of us.

Even the most relaxed and pleasant interpersonal interactions are actually quite tiring.

Once outside the tenement building, Tang Mingli abruptly asked Fu Ci, "Will you dislike me for how I described Li Dazhu today?"

Why would you think that?

Fu Ci stopped and looked at her seriously, as if he wanted her to explain herself.

Tang Mingli bit her lower lip lightly.

Her concern was not unfounded. Although Fu Ci and Li Dazhu were definitely not the same kind of people, he was still a man.

Men don't like women who are too materialistic, especially when it comes to marriage.

Tang Mingli remained silent, and Fu Ci did not urge her, waiting patiently.

He was waiting for his wife to tell him the truth, or perhaps... he was trying to come up with a reason?

This time, however, Tang Mingli wasn't really thinking about making things up; she was just figuring out how to say it.

Half a minute later, Tang Mingli finally spoke.

“If it happened again, I would still say the same thing about Li Dazhu.”

Fu Ci hummed in agreement, still smiling as he looked at her.

Tang Mingli resigned herself to her fate and sighed.

"Don't you think that couples should focus on their feelings rather than coldly analyzing who benefits and who loses?"

Fu Ci nodded: "I agree with what you said. Couples should talk about feelings."

"So... didn't you hate it when I said those things at my uncle's house?"

"You're only talking about Li Dazhu, why should I hate him?"

"Don't you ever put yourself in my shoes and think, 'Am I judging you in this way?'"

Fu Ci smiled and earnestly told his wife, word by word, "If I were to let you measure me in this way, then it must be my fault, I must have done something wrong, very badly."

Tang Mingli: "..."

This was an answer she never expected.

His wife looked surprised and shocked, biting her lower lip as if she wanted to cry but dared not. Fu Ci sighed at the sight.

Ignoring the occasional passersby on the street, he still pulled her into his arms.

“Mingli, only those who are confident dare to give their all. So don’t be so hard on yourself. I know you must be thinking that we are not on equal footing. And that’s true, we are not on equal footing.”

Tang Mingli's heart skipped a beat.

He also felt that their circumstances were not equal.

However, after hearing what Fu Ci said next, she burst into tears.

“Look, your parents passed away when you were very young, and your grandparents who raised you have also left. Your uncle and aunt's attitude towards you is probably just so-so. But me, my parents and grandparents are all alive and well, and they love me, understand me, and respect me. It's not an exaggeration to say that you have nothing, while it's not an exaggeration to say that I am the envy of many. So, how can you expect yourself to have the same confidence to give as I do?”

“I’ve always known you’re smart and insightful, and I don’t see anything wrong with that; in fact, I think it’s a strength. If it weren’t for these strengths, how could our family get along so well? Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay?”

Tang Mingli was deeply moved and cried uncontrollably. Forgetting all about appearances, she grabbed the scarf around Fu Ci's neck and began wiping away her tears.

Fu Ci felt sorry for her.

I felt sorry for her crying, and also for the scarf she knitted by hand being treated like this.

"Okay, stop crying. I didn't say all this to make you cry." Fu Ci could only gently pat her back to comfort her, hoping she would stop crying.