Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year, Tang Zhicheng returned home.
This was the last long-distance trip before the New Year; in the following days, just like last year, he would be helping out at various units from time to time. Ye Fangfei was also busy preparing for the upcoming celebrations, focusing on food, drink, clothing, and other necessities.
Both of them had stable jobs and were financially secure, so they didn’t hesitate to spend money when shopping. They bought fifteen pounds of pork alone, and Tang Zhicheng even asked a procurement officer from the meat processing plant to get a set of pig offal. They also arranged for chickens, ducks, and fish to be brought back from the countryside.
Ye Fangfei mainly purchased cigarettes, alcohol, tea, sugar, and some gifts for visiting friends during the New Year. This would be their first New Year spent as a family of three on their own, and both Ye Fangfei and Tang Zhicheng were determined to make it special.
However, their plans were destined to be disrupted. First, the scandal involving Ma Lianfa and a young widow came to light. Although it didn’t directly involve them, they couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold.
Zhou Xiaoying had been quietly observing Ma Lianfa ever since she discovered his infidelity. She noticed that he would spend three days each week at the widow's house under the pretense of working overtime. Moreover, he never went empty-handed, which was particularly intolerable for Zhou Xiaoying, who was used to being frugal.
She had even secretly followed him and witnessed how submissive he was in front of the widow. In contrast, Ma Lianfa had always held himself high when dealing with her.
One time, Zhou Xiaoying hid beneath the back window of the widow’s house and listened as they plotted how to ensure she left with nothing.
"Brother Fa, when are you planning to divorce your old lady? If you don’t do it soon, I won’t be able to hide my belly anymore. Do you still want a son?" the widow said coyly.
"Of course I want a son. Don’t worry, my dear; I’m working on it," Ma Lianfa reassured her.
"I’ve already had my mother move in; she doesn’t get along with her. I’ll let my mother wear her down first. When she can’t stand arguing with my mother anymore, I’ll say she’s disrespectful to my mother. That way, I’ll have a reason to divorce her," he continued soothingly.
"But how long will that take? Your son can’t wait forever! Also, when you do get divorced, those three girls of yours will be old enough to work; you can keep them."
"I won't support the younger one; you have to let her go," he insisted. "And we can't give her any of the savings at home; we still need the money to raise our son. The little widow has her demands too."
"Of course, don't worry. I keep all the money for myself; everything at home is from her salary. My money is saved for our son," Ma Lianfa said, a hint of pride in his voice.
"That's more like it," she replied.
At this point, Zhou Xiaoying could no longer listen. She had held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking that Ma Lianfa might just be having a moment of weakness. If he could sever ties with the little widow, she might consider forgiving him. But now, all those thoughts had vanished.
Since Ma Lianfa was unwilling to change, she wouldn't feel guilty about her own actions anymore. She decided to go back and find the family savings book; she needed to take the initiative and secure the money for herself.
Never underestimate a woman; when pushed to her limits, a woman's mind can be just as sharp as a man's.
When Zhou Xiaoying got home, she began rummaging through everything. In fact, she didn't have to search much; she found it behind the mirror where they kept their photos. Ma Lianfa had never taken special precautions against her; after all, he had managed the finances for many years.
Although Zhou Xiaoying received her salary directly, she was still responsible for all the household chores. Her earnings were barely enough to cover expenses, and she often had to ask Ma Lianfa for more.
Zhou Xiaoying quietly took the household registration book and went to the bank without making a fuss. She withdrew all their savings and then went to the farthest bank from their home, opening an account in her own name.
At that time, banking regulations were still lax; withdrawing and depositing money only required the household registration book.
Comment 0 Comment Count