Li Jing'er was stunned: "You actually helped Pei An'an, do you really still have her in your heart?"

Lu Zhicheng felt guilty and didn't answer.

Li Jing'er was immediately furious and grabbed him like crazy: "Lu Zhicheng, this is the first day I married you, how could you do this!"

Lu Zhicheng stood up and slapped her.

Li Jing'er sat on the ground, her eyes wide open: "You actually hit me, and I'm pregnant with your child!"

Lu Zhicheng pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, and shouted guiltily, "Alright, a slap won't cause the child to fall out. How can he be so fragile? And if you hadn't been fanning the flames just now, I wouldn't have embarrassed myself in front of so many people."

He had just vaguely seen some former colleagues in the hotel, and he was just glad that he left early.

"I'm going out for a walk."

Li Jing'er wanted to stop him, but she was lying on the ground and couldn't get up so quickly.

"Zhicheng, don't go. Where are you going on your wedding?!"

Unfortunately, Lu Zhicheng left as soon as he finished speaking.

Mother Lu was furious: "You, you woman, how can you be so ignorant? Zhicheng has never stayed at home for long."

"Now I'm fine. I don't even want to eat."

She gave Li Jing'er a cold look and went to the kitchen to cook.

Li Jing'er gritted her teeth. It was all because of that bitch Pei An'an. She could seduce so many men even with a big belly. She was really capable!

Who would believe in cooperation?

She snorted coldly and ordered takeout on her phone.

Want her to cook? No way!

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhicheng really didn't come back the whole night.

When Li Jing'er received the call, Lu Zhicheng's friends, whom he had met from somewhere, said that he was drunk in a bar.

Li Jing'er was forced to get up in the early morning and bring him back.

"Zhicheng, are you still thinking about that woman? Speak up!"

Unfortunately, Lu Zhicheng was drunk and lay on the bed without saying a word as soon as he came back.

Li Jing'er didn't know whether he was conscious or not, so she had to get a hot towel to wipe his body first, and then moved him to the bed with great effort.

The sound of Lu Ma snoring came from the next room, and Li Jing'er suddenly felt so helpless.

The next morning, Lu Zhicheng woke up with a headache and his stomach was already rumbling.

Li Jing'er handed him some hangover soup.

After drinking, Lu Zhicheng asked, "Is there any food?"

Li Jing'er bit her lip: "Aren't you going to explain anything?"

Seeing her son having a headache, Lu Ma was extremely distressed and blamed Li Jing'er: "Jing'er, how can you be a daughter-in-law? Your husband is hungry, so you should go and cook. Are you satisfied only when Zhicheng starves to death? What man would like you to complain about this and that all day long?"

Li Jing'er secretly glared at Lu Ma, huh, old woman, if she doesn't like her, does that mean she likes you?

Lu Zhicheng held his head and said, "Jing'er, I just woke up, don't bother me. I'm hungry, and my mother was diagnosed with arthritis a few days ago, so she can't do much. Can you let her do it?"

Li Jing'er: "Zhicheng, you really want me to cook!"

Lu Zhicheng turned his head away and didn't look at her.

Li Jing'er bit her lip. She didn't expect that the two people's attitudes would be so bad on the second day after her wedding. No one stood on her side. She had no choice but to stand up and go to the kitchen.

I didn’t expect that I couldn’t find the soy sauce and salt after washing the noodles.

"Mom, why can't I find the soy sauce and salt? Where did you put them?"

Mother Lu touched her stomach and cried out, "How would I know? Maybe it's all gone. Why don't you go out and buy some? Come back soon. We're starving."

Li Jing'er's eyes reddened: "What? I'm pregnant and you still want me to go out and buy it? Aren't you afraid of any accidents?"

She lowered her head: "I'll use my phone to order takeout."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ma remained silent.

Indeed, the supermarket was crowded with people. What if her precious grandson was squeezed and hurt?

Li Jing'er successfully paid and waited for someone to deliver it. At this time, a balance appeared on the bank card information.

There are only single digits left.

Li Jing'er then remembered that she had spent a lot of money to subsidize the wedding, and there was no money left in her card.

She handed the phone to Lu Zhicheng: "Zhicheng, I'm out of money in my phone. Can you transfer some to me?"

Lu Zhicheng was surprised: "What, Mom, is there any money at home?"

Mother Lu said in a vicious tone, "Where can we get the money? It was you, Li Jing'er, who insisted on having a grand wedding. Now you're crying and saying you don't have money. You deserve it."

Li Jing'er was immediately in disbelief: "Mom, I married Zhicheng after I was pregnant. Other people's weddings are not like this. How can I not have a proper wedding?"

Lu Ma retorted, "What do you mean everyone else does this? Back in the day, when rural girls like us had this kind of thing, we would just give a chicken and a duck as a betrothal gift. But you insist on spending so much money. If it weren't for Zhicheng's kindness, we could have bought a girl from a respectable family with that money."

Li Jing'er trembled: "Okay, you finally told the truth. If I hadn't married you, I'm afraid you would have lied to me for the rest of your life, right?"

Lu Zhicheng held his head and said, "Stop arguing! It's giving me a headache."

Li Jing'er stamped her feet and said, "I don't care, Zhicheng, you should find a job quickly, otherwise this family won't be able to survive."

Mother Lu also hoped that her son would find a job, so for the first time she did not refute Li Jing'er and looked at Lu Zhicheng with hope.