If I weren't taking my medication, this amount of money wouldn't really be a problem.
He earns a high salary, and his wife also earns money.
Aside from the burden of supporting my own retirement, which puts some strain on my finances...
The wife's side is purely a help.
So the couple had no pressure and spent money freely; Zhao Hongan really didn't care about the fifty yuan.
But now, because of taking medication, he has emptied his family's savings.
My pockets were completely empty; there was nothing there.
Even if you have it, you have to save it and give it back to your father-in-law.
He's not the kind of person who'd happily live off a woman.
Most importantly, how many tables should we set up? Is it necessary?
Most importantly, when it came to deciding on these things, they didn't consult me for advice.
Now it's time to pay; they're coming to find me.
Isn't this just making yourself a sucker?
It's still the pure kind.
Aunt Zhao was surprised to see her son being so indifferent.
My heart sank.
They didn't care what was on the ground.
He sat down on the ground.
She hugged her ankles with both hands and started crying.
"You heartless bastard, how could you do this!"
You promised your father you would take good care of us.
Dad, take a look! Your most precious son is going to drive me crazy!
Father, take me with you too. What's the point of me living?
If your son is disobedient, your daughter will suffer.
Why is my life so miserable!
Aunt Zhao's crying voice was particularly beautiful.
The singing was characterized by its highs and lows, and it also featured a drawn-out vocal style.
Sometimes, that tune can go around in circles a few times.
Sometimes, just a few words can go from low to high, and then from high to low.
This back-and-forth is very engaging.
The sound grew louder and louder.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the meaning was clear.
If you still don't agree, I'm going to start performing a traditional rural intangible cultural heritage item—crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide!
Zhao Hong'an harbored resentment!
This old lady really can't stand to see herself doing well!
How could I have been so bewitched to agree to let her come back and live here?
Let Hongxia get married in her own home!
Zhang Chunxi, who couldn't stand listening to it any longer inside, came out.
A hint of anger lingered on his face.
"Alright, old lady, stop wailing, I'll pay for it!"
After saying that, he slammed the door shut and went back inside.
Zhao Hongan touched his nose.
What I did was definitely not ethical.
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