Su Xueli forced herself to say, "What's going on? I don't know what you're asking."
Su Guojun's eyes were terrifying. If he hadn't never hit his daughter before, Su Xueli would have run away in fear of being beaten.
Finally, he said, "I'll ask Wei Mingshen myself tomorrow."
Su Xueli was dumbfounded.
So she decided to go back and collude with Wei Mingshen as soon as possible.
But then she thought, is her father less intelligent than her? Why is she rushing back to confirm her father's suspicions?
She stiffened her neck: What's meant to be will be, so whatever.
Su Guojun left, and Liu Fengying held her daughter's hand, pleading, "My dear daughter, what happened? Tell your mother what you're hiding from your parents."
Su Xueli stubbornly insisted, "Mom, there's nothing I'm hiding from you. It's just that Dad is overthinking things. Um, Mom, I haven't been back for a few days. I'm going to visit Yan Yan."
After saying that, he fled the house.
Yan Yan had just returned from the market. The winter evening wind was like a knife, stinging her face and making her hands and feet numb with cold.
But as soon as she entered the door, her mother asked, "How much money did you make today?"
His father asked, "You didn't waste money, did you?"
Her younger brothers clung to her bag, asking, "Sis, did you buy us anything yummy?"
Yan Yan's lips trembled as she said, "I'm going inside to warm up..."
"Second brother, gather some firewood for our sister to warm her hands; her hands are about to freeze off from riding her bike," the younger brother, who was with her at the market, instructed the younger brother.
Just as the second son was about to fetch firewood, his father scolded him, "Why are you making a fire? There's not even enough firewood to cook a meal. Just pour yourself a cup of hot water to warm your hands."
The second son dared not fetch firewood anymore, and instead went to the kitchen to pour hot water, but his mother complained, "There's not much water left in the kettle, and your father still needs to drink. He'll warm up in a little while once he comes inside."
As a result, Yan Yan came into the house shivering, sat down, took off her gloves, and rubbed her hands vigorously to warm them.
As soon as Su Xueli entered her house, she heard Yan Yan's mother's shrill cursing: "Damn it, your father and I raised you with our bare hands and feet, and you're already an ingrate before you're even married! You don't give any of the money you earn to your parents, and you even say you want to buy yourself a dowry. If you're so capable, why don't you tear this house down and take it to your husband's family..."
"Everyone says daughters are a money pit, and it's absolutely true. You raise them to work for other people's families, and before they leave, they still drag their parents down with them, emptying their savings. And when they have children, their own family still has to send them money and gifts... Oh my god, what a terrible fate I have..."
Su Xueli took a deep breath and resolutely entered Yan Yan's little house.
Ma Cuihua, Yan Yan's mother, stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, pointing at Yan Yan's forehead and scolding her. Yan Yan sat on the edge of the bed with her head down and tears streaming down her face.
Yan Yan's father, Su Lao Si, sat at the door with a livid face, while Yan Yan's four younger brothers stood beside their mother.
"Auntie, what's all this fuss about? I heard it all in the street. Please stop yelling." Su Xueli tried to calm Ma Cuihua down.
Su Xueli is, after all, a married daughter. When she returns to her parents' home, she is a guest, so she has to give her face no matter what.
Ma Cuihua then turned to Su Xueli to complain: "Xueli, you've come at the right time. You two have played together since you were little, like sisters. Please talk to her for me, she's going to rebel!"
Su Xueli sat down next to Yan Yan, hugged her, and looked at Ma Cuihua, asking, "What happened, Auntie? Tell me, and I'll definitely try to persuade Yan Yan."
Ma Cuihua poked Yan Yan's forehead with her finger again, "You wouldn't believe it if I told you, this bastard didn't give me the money she earned, saying she was saving it for her dowry. What the hell are you saving for a dowry? A dowry is prepared by parents, why should you, a wanton girl, worry about it..."
Sobbing, Yan Yan asked, "What dowry did you prepare for me?"
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