Zhou Shuwen was so angry she laughed, wishing she could slap herself twice.
I knew Yao Ying was unreliable, but I never expected her to be this unreliable. I thought that running away without saying goodbye was the limit for her, but I never imagined that she could even mistake someone for someone else.
Just as she was about to ask what was going on, Yang Qingheng exclaimed from behind, "Mom, why didn't you say anything before you came back? I would have asked Hengjue to pick you up." As she spoke, she thoughtfully went to help her mother-in-law with her luggage.
Zhou Shuwen almost vomited a mouthful of blood that she had swallowed.
If it weren't for Yao Ying's clueless expression, she would have thought she did it on purpose!
"Qingheng, I'll come see you another day. I'll head back now." Zhou Shuwen said goodbye in a hurry, pulling her nephew away. Otherwise, she really wouldn't have been able to hold back her emotions.
Yao Ying followed Yang Qingheng home, then belatedly realized, "Qingheng, do you know Director Zhou?"
That's really bringing up the very thing you shouldn't be talking about.
Yang Qingheng sneered and slammed the courtyard gate shut: "So this is the one who said she would introduce a niece-in-law to Factory Director Zhou?"
"What's it to you..." Yao Ying retorted instinctively, but remembering Zhou Shuwen's attitude towards Yang Qingheng earlier, she immediately fell silent. After a long while, she managed to utter three words, "Really?"
“Of course I would,” Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth.
Yao Ying was in the wrong: "I didn't know she was looking for you. If I had known she was after my daughter-in-law, how could I have helped her?"
"Don't give me that. Who's your daughter-in-law? I'm Zhou's niece-in-law," Yang Qingheng sneered.
Yao Ying choked on her words, and when she saw her son come out, she angrily complained, "Look at the attitude of your daughter-in-law!"
Song Hengjue looked up: "What's your attitude?"
Well, she's managed to offend everyone completely.
Yao Ying felt embarrassed and slunk into the living room.
During the meal, Yao Ying suddenly said tactfully, "Qingheng, you know that our village is short of a primary school teacher recently, right?"
She no longer expects her city daughter-in-law to work in the fields; she would be grateful if she could go out to work.
"So?" Yang Qingheng looked up.
"Look, you've at least finished high school, so you have a chance. Why don't you give it a try and see if you can get selected?" Yao Ying suggested.
Yang Qingheng shook her head without hesitation: "Mom, I want to go back to school."
"What?" Yao Ying was taken aback, her expression not good. "Being a teacher in the village doesn't involve much work, and you don't have to work in the fields. Although the work points are fewer, it's still a good job. Don't you really want to give it a try?"
After Song Hengjue went to school, the family lost one laborer. If Yang Qingheng also went, she would be the only laborer in the family. How could she support three people?
"Let her go. Don't worry about the food and tuition at home, I'll take care of that," Song Hengjue said.
Since her son had said so, Yao Ying said nothing more.
Things went much more smoothly than Yang Qingheng had expected. She asked in surprise, "Mom, aren't you angry?" She hadn't forgotten how angry the old lady was after Song Hengjue suggested going to school last time.
Why is she so easy to talk to?
Yao Ying pouted: "Your legs are your own, if you want to go, can I stop you? I didn't give birth to you or raise you, what right do I have to interfere?"
Yang Qingheng calling her "Mom" was just giving face to her son. Did this old woman really think she was her own mother? She knew her place.
Yang Qingheng was quite surprised. This old lady seemed unreliable, but she was unexpectedly insightful and articulate. She smiled and put a piece of chicken on her plate: "Mom, you're so kind."
Yao Ying felt uncomfortable now and glared at her fiercely: "Eat your own food, why are you saying such disgusting things?"
"Oh." Yang Qingheng couldn't help but smile.
at night.
Song Hengjue knocked on Yao Ying's door.
"What is it?"
Song Hengjue took out a wad of cash and various receipts from his pocket: "This is the family's living expenses for this month. Keep the rest for yourself."
When Yao Ying saw such a thick stack of banknotes, she was startled, her eyes looking at her as if she were looking at a fugitive criminal: "Where did this come from?"
"Mom, I didn't do anything," Song Hengjue's brow twitched, and he quickly explained, "I just bought some goods to sell when I went to Haishi last time."
Yao Ying breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the wad of money and stuffed it into her pocket: "You brat, you should have said so earlier, you scared me to death."
Song Hengjue found it amusing and added, "Buy whatever you want to eat, don't be stingy."
"Don't tell me, your mother isn't stupid," Yao Ying said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of money. After a few seconds of hesitation, she earnestly pleaded, "Son, come home to stay more often when you have time. When can you move back into the master bedroom?"
Song Hengjue thought Yang Qingheng had once again asked his mother to act as a mediator, and his expression turned cold.
Seeing his expression, Yao Ying realized he had no intention of moving back and couldn't help but sigh: "Look at you, why did you have to argue with her for no reason? Now look what's going on, you're a married man sleeping on the floor in the living room every day, what's that all about? Why don't you beg her? Yang Qingheng may have a sharp tongue, but girls are soft-hearted. If you pity her a little, maybe she'll let you go back to sleep."
"Let's not talk about this now." Song Hengjue pinched the bridge of his nose, not really wanting to discuss this topic.
"I think you're just ungrateful," Yao Ying said angrily, wanting to slap him twice more. "You know how attractive your wife is. She's going to take the college entrance exam now. If she gets in, she'll be a college student. Will she still be interested in you then?"
It's not that her daughter-in-law is indecent; she's seen Yang Qingheng's behavior over this period, and she is indeed very honest. But no matter how honest she is, she can't resist her pretty face.
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