Song Zhaodi usually paid for everything she bought with her own wages.
She was content with having a place to sleep here, and sometimes Shuying wished she could think more about herself.
Such people shouldn't be falsely accused by ignorant people. These rumors are easy to spread, but clarifying them is far from easy.
Ding Rumei's few words about skimming money were like a mountain weighing down on others, yet she, the instigator, only made a joke.
"If my mother-in-law has any objections, I will talk to her myself. She has always been open-minded and I think she can understand what I am doing. However, I have to remind my cousin about her personality: being unable to bear seeing others do well will backfire."
Everyone has selfish thoughts, but if those thoughts harm others, they will be punished.
When Ding Rumei saw Shu Ying's serious face, her expression became somewhat distorted.
On her very first day in the capital, Shu Ying had already asked her to leave for the third time, and this time she had even thought of a reason to talk to Huang Meiling about it.
She was seething with anger. After all, she and Xie Zhiyan were family, bound by blood. How dare Shu Ying, an outsider, point fingers at her?
That wicked capitalist is nothing but a fart; all she does is exploit her lover.
Ding Rumei felt wronged, but she didn't show it on her face: "Sister-in-law, look at your temper. I was just saying it casually. I didn't really have that intention. Alright, alright, since you don't like hearing this, I won't say it again."
Since Shu Ying didn't offer any opinion, Ding Rumei could only swallow her anger and apologize to Song Zhaodi.
"Zhaodi, I know you're not a petty person. I just said those things because I was being mean. Please don't take it to heart. I'm always outspoken when I'm in the countryside. Since you don't like it, I'll change that bad habit. Oh, I'm the quickest person around, and I don't have any bad intentions!"
Song Zhaodi didn't want to put Shu Ying in a difficult position, so she simply waved her hand and gave up.
The two children rubbed their eyes, and Shu Ying took them back to their bedroom to sleep. Ding Rumei finally found an opportunity and ran to the public service center in one go.
She held the telephone receiver in her hand, dialing a number on the palm of her right hand.
Fortunately, she wrote down Huang Meiling's phone number; otherwise, she would have had nowhere to complain.
Upon hearing that the call was from Beijing, Huang Meiling thought it was Shu Ying calling and hurriedly ran over to answer it, only to hear Ding Rumei's rambling voice instead.
“Aunt, it’s not that I’m trying to sow discord between you and your daughter-in-law, but I can’t keep working with the little money you’ve given me. You’re acting like a rich capitalist’s daughter, looking down on me, a country bumpkin. I just arrived today, and she’s finding fault with everything I do. She complains that the local specialties I brought from the countryside aren’t good enough, and that the food I cook for her isn’t tasty enough. How am I supposed to live? What will people say about me?”
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