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Upon hearing this, the mother-in-law became interested: "What conditions?"
I said, "My Aunt likes home-cooked meals. She hopes to be able to enjoy the taste of home more often. Mom, please go cook and see if it suits my Aunt's taste."
The mother-in-law took the spatula and said, "Okay, I'll go right now."
Suddenly, she looked at the Mistress.
The Mistress was startled and asked, "Aunt, what's wrong?"
The mother-in-law smiled and handed her the spatula, "Didn't you say you are a great cook?"
"Let's see how good you really are today."
The Mistress was taken aback, "I... I..."
Wu De impatiently said, "What are you hesitating for? Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and cook."
The Mistress, scolded by Wu De, dared not resist and took the spatula into the kitchen.
I peeked in.
The Mistress stood in the kitchen with a blank expression.
It seemed she really couldn't cook.
With the three of us staring at her, the Mistress felt a bit lost.
At the dining table, the mother-in-law kept complaining that Wu De didn't give her money and only knew how to support the Mistress outside.
Upon hearing this, the Mistress's expression changed; she directly threw down her chopsticks and stormed back to the bedroom with her big belly.
Wu De quickly chased after her, and soon, sounds of arguing came from the bedroom.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I called my Aunt: "Aunt, can stage four liver cancer patients undergo surgery?"
On the other end of the line, my Aunt's cold laughter came through: "Stage four liver cancer patients have poor physical condition; the surgical risks are extremely high, and there’s basically no chance for surgery."
"And even if surgery is performed, the success rate is too low; there’s almost no chance of survival."
A cold smile appeared on my lips as I hung up the phone.
Lunch began with everyone seated around the table.
On the table was a spread of dishes—some burnt and some overcooked—almost nothing edible.
I brought up the topic and poured my mother-in-law a full glass of wine:
"Mom, Aunt said I should take good care of you."
"Thank you for taking care of me all this time; let's drink to our hearts' content!"
My mother-in-law's face showed signs of distress; after drinking for so many days, she could hardly take it anymore.
But upon hearing "Aunt," she mustered her spirits, raised her glass, and clinked it with mine: "Cheers!"
By the end of the meal, my mother-in-law's face was flushed, nearly turning purple.
I held back my laughter and mentioned Aunt's suggestion: "Aunt said that if I behave well, she would make a will..."
Wu De and Mistress exclaimed in unison, "Is that true?"
My mother-in-law wanted to celebrate, but she was too drunk; she hugged the trash can and started to vomit, mumbling incoherently.
Wu De gritted his teeth: "Give me Aunt's number; I'll try to butter her up."
I shook my head: "I know Aunt better than anyone. If you call her, she'll definitely know we faked the divorce, and then making a will is out of the question. We need a reason."
Wu De looked anxious: "What reason?"
I sighed: "A few days ago, Aunt said she wanted me to accompany her on a trip to Europe, but I don't have the money. I can't just let Aunt pay for it; otherwise, she'll think I'm only back for the money."
Wu De slammed the table: "I'll cover the expenses."
Mistress looked worried: "Do we have that much money?"
Wu De impatiently waved her off: "Whatever amount we have, we’ll use it. We must secure this."
Mistress's expression changed as she said sourly, "You're really generous."
Wu De shot her a glare: "Do you think I wouldn't spend for my son's future inheritance?"
He turned to me: "Honey, how much do you need?"
I sighed again: "At least five hundred thousand; otherwise, Aunt will definitely be suspicious."
Wu De clenched his teeth: "Alright, but let's be clear that this money is your share from our divorce assets; make sure to note that when transferring."
As he spoke, he busied himself with his phone.
Watching him focus so seriously almost m De me laugh out loud.
I sighed, "It's a pity. I'm too embarrassed to ask my Aunt for money; I'm afraid she might misunderstand my intentions..." A hint of sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of my mouth. Fool! I’m waiting to see your jokes.
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