Chapter 93 Touching this face now, it feels like it's been plated...
However, Madam Fu did not dwell on the matter for long, because she soon discovered that Mingli's aunt was more interested in it.
really.
After Li Hong finally came to her senses, she pulled Old Madam Fu aside and asked her in detail.
She was afraid she would keep thinking about it if she didn't understand the situation clearly.
But she asked too many detailed questions, such as how old the first child was, whether it was a boy or a girl, how many months pregnant the child was now, and what companies the couple worked for.
Even Madam Fu couldn't tell whether this was out of curiosity or an attempt to investigate someone's privacy.
But she still answered.
"My first child was a boy, and he's not even two years old yet. I'm probably about a month pregnant with this one."
Madam Fu automatically skipped answering the question about what companies the two worked for.
Regardless of where they work, this child simply doesn't meet the policy requirements; there's nothing that can be done about it.
Li Hong had forgotten that she had asked that question. Upon hearing that she was already a month pregnant, she kept lamenting how unfortunate it was, and even asked Old Madam Fu, "Is there any way to avoid abortion?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Mingli immediately became alert.
Unable to get an answer from her, she tried various methods to get it from her grandmother.
She immediately spoke before Madam Fu could, saying, "How could Grandma possibly know the answer to this question, right?"
The last sentence, "Right?", was said while looking at Madam Fu.
The grandfather and grandson have lived together for so many years, spending more time together than any other member of the family, and have long since developed a tacit understanding.
When Madam Fu saw her look, she understood what was going on and smiled, "Indeed, I don't know either, after all, it doesn't conform to national policy."
This is against national policy, but the thought of terminating the pregnancy is truly unbearable.
Li Hong was disappointed again, and unable to hold back her tears, her eyes instantly turned red.
This confused Old Madam Fu, who subconsciously looked at Tang Mingli.
Tang Mingli gave her a reassuring look, but she herself began to show signs of impatience and subconsciously rubbed her temples.
Her patience was actually running out.
The main problem is that what Li Hong said today was outrageous; it was all about blocking people's mammary glands.
As expected, Li Hong, filled with envy, seemed possessed by Xianglin's wife, and began to lament her daughter's misfortune, saying that she had only given birth to one daughter before encountering this policy.
Amidst those cries, it felt as if a string in Tang Mingli's mind snapped.
"Auntie," Tang Mingli suddenly called out to stop her.
As Li Hong was crying about how terrible it would be if her daughter couldn't give birth to a son, she heard this stern and authoritative "Auntie".
When I looked up again, I saw that although my niece still had a smile on her face, the look in her eyes was a little scary.
She had never seen Tang Mingli like this before.
She wasn't highly educated, but she still came up with a phrase: "imposing without anger."
Could it be that living in the Fu family for a long time has naturally instilled in them an air of nobility?
With Li Hong's crying gone, Tang Mingli's head finally felt a little less uncomfortable.
What Tang Mingli was about to say to Li Hong might frighten her, but she didn't intend to be tactful.
"Are you blaming the country for preventing my cousin from having another son?"
"No……"
Sure enough, Li Hong got nervous and instinctively denied it.
“But what you just said sounds like that. After all, it’s the country’s family planning policy that prevents my cousin from having another child.”
"I……"
Li Hong wanted to refute, but didn't know how.
"You've only had a few years of good life, and you've already forgotten about your cousin's years in the countryside?"
Li Hong's face turned deathly pale.
She can't forget it.
Although she wasn't directly affected, she witnessed firsthand how a teacher in the same building was disciplined for inappropriate remarks.
“You say my cousin is miserable, is it because she gave birth to a daughter? Forgive me for being blunt, but I think my cousin is even more miserable because she married a man like Li Dazhu. You and my uncle also think that she is inferior because she couldn’t give birth to a son.”
"Last time, when my cousin was beaten by Li Dazhu, you and my uncle were so angry, so angry that you were ready to go to Li Dazhu's house and fight him. But after your anger subsided, you turned around and advised my cousin to forgive Li Dazhu. Do you really have to wait until my cousin is crippled or killed by Li Dazhu before you regret it?"
Tang Mingli knew that the last remark was indeed excessive, so it was no surprise that Li Hong slammed her fist on the table in agitation after hearing it.
"Tang Mingli, listen to what you're saying! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you're a member of the Fu family now, daring to curse your sister like that?"
Tang Mingli calmly retorted, "I'm not cursing you, I'm just telling you this is a possibility."
"Let me tell you, there's no way that's possible. He wouldn't dare even if you gave him a jar, so stop talking nonsense here." Li Hong was really furious and started to speak harshly: "I understand. You've been married for several years but haven't been able to have a child. Seeing your sister give birth to a daughter in less than two years after her marriage, you must feel unbalanced. If your sister were to have a son, you would be so jealous that you'd be green with envy."
Good heavens, Tang Mingli was so angry she laughed.
This is the real Li Hong—ruthless and sharp-tongued.
She's really had a tough few years; she hasn't been able to say a single harsh word to herself.
However, what angered Madam Fu even more was that Li Hong could say such hurtful things.
“Auntie, I’m only being polite and welcoming to you with a smile because you’re Mingli’s aunt. But listen to what you’re saying! Even if outsiders have something to say, they wouldn’t dare to be so blatant, yet you’re stabbing people in the heart with your words. Let me tell you clearly now, if that’s what you’re thinking, our family will no longer welcome you.”
That's no different from openly turning against someone.
Li Hong's face went from deathly pale to flushed red. She hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up on bowing her head and giving in, and left the Fu family in a huff.
After Li Hong left, Old Madam Fu calmed down and belatedly realized that she might have gone too far. After all, she was one of Tang Mingli's few remaining relatives.
Guessing what her grandmother was worried about, Tang Mingli quickly gave her a thumbs up: "Grandma, what you said just now was so right. We are truly a grandmother and granddaughter who are in sync. Heaven knows how much I wanted to say this, but she is my elder after all, and I couldn't say it. Luckily, you said it for me."
"Yeah?"
Are they really that in sync?
Madam Fu was delighted.
Tang Mingli, who had just praised them for their telepathic connection, immediately made a mistake, thinking that Madam Fu was asking her about her saying those things that she was embarrassed to say.
"Of course, I've really wanted to say that for a while now."
Madam Fu laughed heartily and couldn't help but clench her fist and gently tap Tang Mingli's forehead.
A grandfather and grandson who are also kindred spirits.
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After this commotion, it seemed as if Tang Mingli's uncle's family had suddenly disappeared from her world.
She was happy to have some peace and quiet, and lived a happy life with Madam Fu.
Why do I say "two people"?
Fu Ci is too busy; his work focus has shifted to Shenzhen, and he spends two-thirds of the month away from home.
Mr. Fu is the second busiest person in the family. When he's busy at the military base, he might not come home for several days at a time. Even when he's not busy, he's only home after work, just like Mrs. Fu who has to work.
Mr. Fu, who was originally a leisurely person, suddenly found a new focus in his life and became a community volunteer. Every day, he would happily go out after a full meal.
There was no other way; in order to enrich her grandmother's later years, Tang Mingli could only think of ways to take her out to eat, drink, and have fun.
After winter set in, the two even joined a tour group and spent more than half a month traveling in Northeast China.
Tang Mingli felt as if she had become the planner for Guangcheng Hostel, offering suggestions and proposing several fun travel routes.
She wouldn't say the hotel's current success is 90% due to her efforts, but it's definitely 70-80% thanks to her.
It can be considered a mutually beneficial relationship.
Her suggestions made the hostel business better and better, allowing it to operate more smoothly and making it easier for her to travel.
Not long after returning from Northeast China, Fu Ci, who had been busy for more than half a year, was finally able to relax a little.
That night, the young couple, who had been apart for a while, found a rare moment before bedtime to have a mental exchange.
Fu Ci asked his wife, "There's still almost a month until the New Year. Do you still have any plans to go out and have fun?"
He was actually worried that she still had plans to go out and have fun, because his work would be mainly focused in Guangcheng for the next period of time. Although he would be busy, at least he could come home every day. But if his wife still wanted to go out and have fun, he couldn't possibly stop her.
At this moment, Tang Mingli was in high spirits. She reached out and touched the man's handsome chin, and said with a smile, "Originally, I didn't have any, but if you do, I'm willing to oblige."
Fu Ci felt ticklish from her tickling, so he simply grabbed her restless hand and laughed, "Even if I have ideas, there's nothing I can do. There are a lot of things to do here in Guangcheng."
Although their work focus has gradually shifted to Shenzhen, their business here is also growing stronger and bigger. Moreover, it's the end of the year, which is the peak season for their garment industry, and the busiest time of the year.
Tang Mingli responded with an "oh" and inquired about his business in Guangcheng.
You won't know until you ask, and what you find out is quite surprising.
My husband's clothing wholesale business, although he didn't have to worry much this year, still earned him more than six thousand yuan.
If she had just transmigrated, she might not have been too sensitive to the amount of over six thousand, since in the future decades later, that would only be equivalent to one or two months' salary.
But she has lived here for five years and knows the current price level well.
She did a simple calculation based on her own logic: a steamed bun in a state-run restaurant costs two cents, so six thousand yuan could buy three hundred thousand steamed buns. Decades later, a steamed bun costs one yuan, so three hundred thousand steamed buns could be sold for three hundred thousand yuan.
In other words, her husband's clothing wholesale business earns 300,000 yuan a year?!
Tang Mingli's gaze softened as she looked at Fu Ci. She quickly broke free from his gentle grasp and softly stroked his handsome chin once more.
It's different now; it feels completely different.
Touching this face now, it seems to be coated with a layer of gold.
This isn't human; it's practically a Pixiu that can produce gold!
Pshaw, Pixiu only takes in and doesn't give out. She gave the wrong example, but that's the gist of it.
Fu Ci was momentarily confused by his wife's scrutiny.
However, he was soon overjoyed.
That's right, he didn't make a mistake just now.
The fleeting look in my wife's eyes just now was indeed one of affection.
Fu Ci felt a surge of emotion.
But it was just a fleeting moment.
Suddenly, his wife said, "We've earned over six thousand yuan, but I've only seen about a thousand."
So far this year, Fu Ci has indeed only given her less than two thousand yuan.
Of course, this amount is more than in any previous year.
But he said he earned more than 6,000 yuan this year.
Fu Ci chuckled and, mimicking his wife's tone, said, "Please allow me to offer a few excuses."
Tang Mingli hummed in agreement.
She also wanted to hear his excuses.
You'd better come up with a good excuse.
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