Chapter 49 Who doesn't spend money to get married?
Jiang Weiguo spent the whole night at the town hospital, while Zhong Chuchu spent the whole night taking care of her mother-in-law at the village hospital.
The next day, Jiang Weiguo returned home and lay in bed, saying to Zhong Chuchu, "Isn't it time for your Zhong family's assets to be handed over?"
"What family fortune?" Zhong Chuchu didn't understand.
Jiang Weiguo: "It's not that I'm after your money. Look at what's happened now. My parents have spent a lot of money on medical treatment."
"They emptied their savings to pay for our wedding; it wasn't easy for them either. Shouldn't you, as their daughter-in-law, share some of the burden?"
Zhong Chuchu's chest heaved with anger: "Who doesn't spend money to get married? Your parents' hardships weren't caused by me."
"If you can't afford to get married, don't get married. Why pretend to be rich when you can't afford it?"
Jiang Weiguo's eyes flashed fiercely. "Do you look down on me?"
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TRAIN STATION.
Shen Wanjun pushed Song Zhan to pick them up early in the morning.
Shen Wanjun asked, "What kind of personality does your sister have?"
The original owner had never met Song Juan. She looked down on Song Zhan's poor relatives, saying they were a bunch of peasants who were always making trouble and had no good intentions.
Shen Wanjun had only ever heard of Song Juan's name.
“Her?” Song Zhan frowned. His impression of his younger sister was still from when he was a child.
She always kept her head down while working, always had a long face, and was never enthusiastic towards anyone.
"She...is quite hardworking."
“This…” Shen Wanjun said, “No one is born loving to work.”
Humans are inherently lazy and like to shirk their responsibilities.
If someone is very hardworking, it's definitely because they're forced to be so; they have no choice but to work to survive.
Otherwise, everyone would want to lie in bed and be a king.
"She's here." Song Zhan pointed to a spot not far away.
A girl with a long braid, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a coarse cloth floral jacket, wide-waisted straight-leg trousers, and tattered cotton shoes, walked briskly towards them.
As she approached, Shen Wanjun noticed that her cotton-padded coat had many patches, and her shoes seemed a bit small, with her toes sticking out and turning bluish-purple from the cold.
Song Juan's rosy cheeks exuded a simple yet restrained youthful charm.
She smiled, revealing her slightly crooked teeth, "Brother."
Meeting Shen Wanjun's gaze, she touched her long braid shyly.
"Sister-in-law... Hello, sister-in-law."
At an age when they are as pure and blossoming as flowers, they possess a ruggedness and resilience.
"Are you tired? Let your sister-in-law take you out for something delicious."
Shen Wanjun offered to carry her bag, and Song Juan did not refuse, secretly observing this sister-in-law she had never seen before.
As expected of a capitalist's daughter, she's not only beautiful, but also has great taste in clothes.
A simple black coat fits the body well, outlining the figure without being overly flamboyant.
Her short, curly hair gives her a playful look.
"Juan'er, what would you like to eat?" Shen Wanjun called out affectionately.
Song Juan shuddered. Good heavens, her sister-in-law's voice was so soft and gentle.
It gave her goosebumps.
"Let's eat... steamed buns, meat ones." Song Juan rarely eats meat at home, so she has a strong attachment to steamed buns.
Especially meat buns.
"Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law, are the steamed buns made with wheat flour?" she asked.
She had never eaten a white-flour meat bun before.
We can only eat two vegetarian buns during holidays like Chinese New Year, and even then we have to fight with our brothers and sisters for them.
“If there’s white flour, then we’ll eat white flour.” Shen Wanjun took out money and a pile of receipts.
The three arrived at the state-run restaurant, where Shen Wanjun ordered two baskets of meat buns, three bowls of vegetarian noodles, and a side dish.
Song Juan stared at the steaming buns, swallowed hard, and asked, "Can I...eat now?"
Seeing her timid look, Shen Wanjun felt a pang of heartache. "Eat up, you can have more if you're not full."
Song Juan picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite, her face contorted from the heat, but she stubbornly swallowed it down.
Delicious! These scalding hot buns are really delicious.
Song Zhan said, "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn yourself."
He was afraid that his sister's eating habits would frighten Shen Wanjun.
Song Juan tried to eat slowly, one in her left hand and one in her right, but she choked and then took a big gulp of noodle soup.
“You…eat less, your sister-in-law hasn’t eaten yet,” Song Zhan said.
"One bowl of noodles is enough for me. Juan'er is growing, so she should eat more."
After Shen Wanjun finished speaking, she lowered her head and ate her food seriously, not caring at all about Song Juan's eating manners.
She must have been starving to eat like that.
Song Juan ate a basket and a half of steamed buns by herself, leaving only two for Song Zhan.
After quickly finishing his noodles, he put down the bowl, smacked his lips, and said, "Brother, can I have a big bowl of noodle soup?"
“Okay,” Song Zhan said. “Go to that window over there.”
Song Juan carried her bowl to the window and saw that there were many steamed buns, noodles and vegetables inside.
She had seen others eat some of the dishes, while she had never seen them before.
But just by smelling them, you know they're delicious.
She asked hesitantly, "Comrade... can I... have a bowl of noodle soup?"
Song Juan's voice was too soft, and the busy workers inside didn't hear her. No one paid any attention to her for a long time.
Song Juan felt a little inferior without realizing it. She cleared her throat and raised her voice, saying, "Comrade, a bowl of noodle soup, please."
The fat man serving soup glanced at her and asked, "Beggar?"
Song Juan blushed with anger and shook her head violently: "No...no, no."
The fat man said disdainfully, "No? Then why are you wearing beggar's clothes?"
He then laughed heartily with another fat man next to him.
“I…I’m not wearing beggar’s clothes,” Song Juan argued vehemently.
The fat man looked down at people: "If you're begging, beg properly. Show some begging attitude. It's not like I'm not going to give you anything."
"Little girl, do you know how to beg for food? Do I have to teach you this skill?"
"You should say, 'Sir, please have mercy and give me something to eat.'"
Haha, the two fat men laughed heartily.
Song Juan covered her face and ran back to her seat, keeping her head down and not saying a word.
Song Zhan asked, "Where's the noodle soup? Didn't you go to ask for some?"
Song Juan's tears fell incessantly: "I...I want to go home."
Although there was plenty of food at home, everyone was poor in the end, so no one would laugh at her for what she ate.
"You're leaving so soon? What are you thinking?" Song Zhan raised his voice, attracting many inquisitive glances.
Shen Wanjun tugged at his hand and said, "Don't take it to heart by arguing with a child."
"What child? She's seventeen or eighteen, she's still a child. In our village, people her age would have been married and had children long ago."
His younger sister has incredibly high expectations; while other kids her age are already old enough to run errands, she still hasn't found the right one.
“This isn’t your village, so shut up,” Shen Wanjun said.
After speaking of Song Zhan, she gently asked Song Juan, "What just happened? Tell your sister-in-law."
"Speak properly, stop crying." Song Zhan's first words were in a commanding tone towards his subordinates.
He could train a bunch of grown men like monkeys, but he had absolutely no way to deal with this younger sister.
Song Juan looked up, tears streaming down her face: "Sister-in-law, I'm not drinking the noodle soup anymore. I don't like that stuff at all. What's the point of drinking it if it's all for nothing?"
Shen Wanjun stood up and pulled her along, saying, "Were you bullied? Come on, let your sister-in-law settle this for you."
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