Chapter 450 Promotion
Chen Yu was too ashamed to speak.
In recent years, Wei Zhao has never mistreated her.
After a long silence, Chen Yu said, "Auntie, Wang Dong is a good person. He knows what happened to me in the past..."
Wei Zhao interrupted her, "Don't praise him in front of me. If he were truly a good person, he wouldn't have acted improperly towards you before we were even married. I could sue him for indecent assault! Do you know that in situations like this, it's always us women who suffer? You haven't done anything wrong before, so you shouldn't feel that it's a stain on your reputation, and you shouldn't feel inferior to others. You're your father's daughter. If your father finds out..."
Wei Zhao clenched his fists, feeling dizzy with anger.
Chen Yu was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head.
"He truly loves me, he's tolerant of me, and he's really, really, really good to me."
Wei Zhao waved his hand, "Alright, I don't want to say anything more to you. When you have a daughter in the future, if she is like you, I'll see how you feel."
The door opened, and Wei Zhao stood on the threshold with his arms crossed, coldly looking at Wang Dong.
Wang Dong awkwardly stood up and said, "I will treat her well from now on."
Wei Zhao said with a forced smile, "Go tell that to her own mother."
For several days in a row, Wei Zhao, still angry, did not speak to Chen Yu.
Chen Yu's pregnancy couldn't be delayed any longer. At Wang Dong's urging, Chen Yu didn't even wait for her mother's reply before the two of them went to get their marriage certificate.
Since there was no wedding banquet, the two decided to move in together.
After packing her things, Chen Yu mustered up her courage and said to Wei Zhao, "Auntie, thank you for taking care of me these past few years. I will come back to see you often in the future."
Wei Zhao had been holding a grudge for many days. She said, "Who knows, I might take the child back to the capital in a few years. Are you going to stay here by yourself?"
Chen Yu bit her lip and nodded, saying, "I never intended to go back."
Wei Zhao let out a long sigh, waved his hand and said, "Alright, you can go now. If he ever hits you or bullies you again, come back to me."
With her here, she can get support.
Now that things have come to this, all she can say is, "Just live your life well."
After Chen Yu and Wang Dong finished moving, they took their belongings to Song Lubai's place.
Song Lubai politely declined their invitation to stay for dinner.
Logically speaking, it should have been Song Lubai who delivered the wedding gift when the two of them got married, but Song Lubai did not expect that the two of them would come to her house first.
But she would still make up for the missed gifts for Chen Yu, after all, she and Chen Yu had developed a relationship over the years, and Chen Yu had taken good care of her daughter at school.
Once outside, Wang Dong touched his nose and said, "They don't seem to welcome me at all."
Chen Yu remained silent.
Soon, Wang Dong said with a smile, "But it's okay. As time goes on, your family will know what kind of person I am."
Chen Yu responded.
Before the Lunar New Year, Chen Yu's mother's reply arrived.
The letter was written in a very cold tone, and Wei Zhao slammed it on the table after reading it.
She and Chen Yu are not related by blood. She could tell Chen Yu to behave herself in the future, but as a biological mother, her indifferent attitude is truly heartbreaking.
Chen Yu was not as angry as Wei Zhao after reading the letter, because she had long expected her mother to have this attitude.
The following spring, Chen Yu gave birth to a boy.
After the New Year, Zhang Cui wrote to Song Lubai, telling her that she had been transferred to the city and that the tobacco company had allocated her a house. Although the house was not big, it was enough for her family of several people to live in. However, it was a pity that Zhang Jianshe was still working at the tobacco station and could not go to the city often.
It was Mid-Autumn Festival again, and Wei Yang brought Zhang Heping into the city.
The room was too small, so she could only cook at the door. In addition to the two meat dishes she bought from the cafeteria, Song Lubai also stewed a pot of crucian carp and tofu soup.
We rarely get to eat fish throughout the year, and this fish was even provided by the bureau.
"Sis, why do you still have persimmons here in this season?"
The eggs were stained red by the persimmons, and they tasted sweet and sour like persimmons.
"This year the cannery made canned persimmons. They cost one cent per bottle, which is not as expensive as canned fruit. I bought a few bottles to cook with in the winter."
There were too many bones in the crucian carp, so Wei Yang picked them out and gave the fish meat to his two daughters.
Seeing that he was picking at the bones again, Song Lubai said, "Stop picking at them for me. I know how to spit out the bones. You should eat your food."
The couple saw each other at most once a week. Whenever they came here, Wei Yang would always do something for the child. Song Lubai knew he always felt indebted to her and the child. She knew he was a good person and had nothing to complain about.
Zhang Heping admired his brother-in-law, saying, "Brother-in-law, you usually eat in the canteen at the regiment, but here you're picking fish bones out of the kids. Don't you find that troublesome?"
Every time he went to his brother-in-law's, Zhang Heping would wash the dishes and clean up the stove after the meal, but he never saw his brother-in-law being so hardworking.
Wei Yang said casually, "What's the trouble?"
Zhang Heping chuckled and said, "Then you can pick the thorns out for me too."
The little girl, Wei Yiping, snorted, "Dad only finds fault with Mom and us! Uncle, you can't order my dad around!"
Zhang Heping quickly said, "I was just joking."
Since the house was small and it was getting late, Song Lubai asked Zhang Heping to stay in a dormitory for the night, leaving the room for the two sisters.
The door to the room was locked, and the two sisters lay on the bed whispering to each other.
Why don't your parents live with us?
Since they moved to the city, when their father came to visit, he would sometimes stay at a guesthouse with their mother, and sometimes he would send them to their aunt's place.
"Idiot, our house is too small. Dad can't even stretch his legs out here. Besides, Mom says we're all grown up and shouldn't live with boys, including Dad."
The sisters whispered to each other, their heads close together.
"When can Daddy live with us?"
"I don't know, Mom said it will be soon."
It's indeed coming soon. Before the end of the year, Song Lubai received news that Wei Yang was going to be transferred to the city.
In early March of 1977, Wei Yang was officially transferred to the position of Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and Party Secretary.
Song Lubai had been waiting for him to come to the city for a long time, and the family of four could finally stay together again.
With a large family, it was no longer suitable for them to live in that small room. After applying, Wei Yang was allocated a house of more than 50 square meters.
One living room and two small rooms are enough for a family of four.
Unfortunately, the two didn't have much property, and the house looked empty when they first moved in.
The child's room needs to be properly decorated, and a table needs to be placed there. Song Lubai mentioned her plans to Wei Yang, who nodded and said, "Okay, we'll get everything ready in the next few days. I asked someone to get you a sewing machine, it will arrive in a while."
Song Lubai asked in surprise, "I'm not very good at using a sewing machine, why did you buy it?"
Wei Yang said, "You should have one at home. We didn't buy one before, but we're making up for it for you now."
She understood what Wei Yang meant.
The two lay on the bed, talking quietly.
She rested her head on her hand, tilted her head above him, and said, "After marrying you, I've had such a wonderful life. Don't always feel like you owe me anything."
Her two old clothes, which were kept at the bottom of her trunk, could have bought a bicycle, and a sewing machine, but she didn't care about them at all.
Although Song Lubai is already thirty-two this year, and will soon be thirty-three, she is more mature than before, but she still shows a childish side in front of Wei Yang.
She nuzzled against his neck and said sweetly, "I feel so happy, I really, really like you!"
His hand rested on her waist, his eyes brimming with laughter: "Say it again."
She gave a soft hum, "I want to hear what you have to say."
He had her hair twirled in his hand. "Didn't I say that before?"
"No, I want to hear it."
"I love you"
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