Wang Haiyang wasn't worried about not getting the money. This was because his wife was like that. Years of consistent life experience had taught him that as long as he asked, Li Chunlan would eventually do what she wanted.
But before handing it over to him, she would nag him, no matter whether the money was for official business or to borrow as a gift to relatives. It was as if without this process, she had never had it, and the nagging was like a memorial.
Wang Haiyang was wearing a cross-bar vest and blue plaid shorts, leaning against the headboard with his legs folded, holding a book in his hand and leaning against the desk lamp.
He wanted to calm down as soon as possible and didn't want to be bothered by this stuffy and noisy home.
But I don’t know what happened today, I was always distracted by the noise outside.
First, there was the sound of my wife washing dishes and slamming pots and pans, and now there was the sound of my daughter coming back from playing.
He didn't understand why his wife, who clearly treated their daughter like the apple of her eye, often couldn't speak properly and sometimes even pulled her.
"I told you to go out and play for a while, but you stayed out so late. Look at that eyelid that was bitten, it looks so ugly!"
"Mom, I told Jingjing and the others that I can't play with them during the day tomorrow, so we're playing late."
"Do you know you need to learn to read?"
"Huh? Didn't you say you were going to take me dress shopping tomorrow?"
Li Chunlan's face suddenly turned ugly. She slowly straightened up from bending over to wipe her daughter's face, pointed at her daughter's nose and scolded her, "You're just a little girl, and you're already wearing skirts? Besides being beautiful, do you know anything else? You're so young..."
The little girl felt aggrieved. With her braids hanging down, she interrupted, "Mom, didn't I have to go with you to buy a skirt? Didn't you say you were buying one for yourself?"
Wang Haiyang in the bedroom felt the silence outside.
After a pause of about three or two minutes, he heard Li Chunlan's voice become relatively softer:
"Mom won't buy it. There's no size I can wear. But I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow. Let's go to Xinhua Bookstore first and buy you a copybook and a pair of sandals. Is that okay? Go wash your face and go to bed."
"Oh, great. I thought you were covering for someone again."
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Li Chunlan held the medical kit in one hand and the passbook in the other. Before she pushed open the bedroom door, she couldn't help but squeeze the two things tightly in her hands.
Wang Haiyang, leaning against the head of the bed, seemed to be able to feel everything outside the door. He turned his head and stared at the door.
When the door opened, Wang Haiyang saw his wife wearing a sleeveless vest that only old ladies wore, and for the first time, he felt a strange sense of guilt in his heart.
He felt that the reason he felt guilty this time might be because he had lied and the amount was so large.
Li Chunlan avoided the gaze a little uncomfortably: "Come here, apply the medicine."
When her once beloved husband sat down beside the bed and let her wipe the wounds on his face, she couldn't help but grumble again:
"It's only a few months a year, and these five hundred yuan are equivalent to several months of your salary? And that's even without food or drink. But look at the three of us, can we live without food or drink? Are we just waiting to die? Have you done the math? Anyway, it's up to you to decide. Other families can throw a few hundred yuan away, but we can't."
As she wiped, she began to exert more force on her hands. When she heard Wang Haiyang hiss, Li Chunlan narrowed her eyes and continued with resentment in her heart:
"Just a few compliments from the boss, a little respect from him, that's all. But if you can't get a promotion by the end of the year, I'll be worried about you."
Wang Haiyang, who had just felt guilty towards his wife, immediately became annoyed.
He lightly pushed away the hand that was applying the red medicine to him, picked up the passbook next to him, lay down sideways and jumped to the head of the bed, put the passbook under the pillow, and picked up his book.
Li Chunlan didn't care whether her husband said anything or not, she was used to it.
She was lying on the other side, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan. She sighed as soon as she lay down, as if she had a lot of worries and was tired after a day. She finally wanted to relax on the bed.
The only sound in the bedroom was Wang Haiyang flipping through books. It had been quiet for more than ten minutes, and no one knew what the other was thinking.
Li Chunlan knew clearly that her husband had been beaten up, and it was her doing.
To be honest, when her husband opened the door after get off work and saw his rosy face, the secret joy she felt was greater than any other feeling.
But now she feels a little regretful because of the five hundred yuan.
As to whether Wang Haiyang gave a gift to the director's sister-in-law was true or not, she was a little vague, after all, she had mentioned it some time ago.
If that were true... then she would feel even more uncomfortable.
How come his future hasn't been ruined after this discovery? She really doesn't want him to succeed.
In the future, he will become a director or even a bureau chief. Now he is Chu Yiqing, and in the future, there will be Wang Yiqing and Zhang Yiqing. If he doesn't give it to her, she will look like a shrew.
Li Chunlan turned over, threw the palm-leaf fan aside, and showed Wang Haiyang her back. She continued to think:
If the five hundred wasn't for the director, and he got beaten again, could it be that Chu Yiqing's husband couldn't swallow that humiliation and was extorting money?
She knew that the possibility was even lower, but she just couldn't help thinking this way.
With this way of thinking, she felt better.
Well, the fight was over. The husband must have been thinking, "I can't let your wife, Wang Haiyang, play for free. In this world, you have to pay for everything you play." It's understandable for a man to ask for compensation. Humph, five hundred yuan, is Chu Yiqing worth it?!
What Li Chunlan didn't know was that after she turned over, Wang Haiyang put down the book in his hand and kept looking at her back.
Wang Haiyang thought that since his wife was not sleeping soundly, she was probably calculating the money at home again.
She is very frugal and knows how to live.
She hadn't bought a single new dress this summer, but she and her child had never lacked anything. And because of that incident, she'd been asking for money for a dozen or twenty dresses.
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