Chapter 197: I Owe the Dogs an Apology
When Mrs. Hao heard this, she stopped searching her pockets.
She looked as if she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"What did you say? The woman next door lent you five yuan? Cui Meihong, you’ve got some nerve. If you’re going to lie to me, at least come up with a better excuse."
"Her? Kind enough to lend you money?"
’Have we forgotten how badly we fight with that mother and daughter? And she thinks that woman, Fu, would lend her money?’
’That mother-daughter pair are notorious cheapskates.’
’Last time, on the train—they had so much food, and all that milk powder, but they wouldn’t even spare a single scoop for my grandson.’
’And now they’re lending her five yuan? She’d have better luck dreaming about it.’
"Mom, it’s true. I told Comrade Fu I didn’t have money to get the baby’s face treated, so she lent me some. Anyway, I’m taking her to get it looked at right now. She’s so little. What will she do when she grows up if her face is scarred?"
Mrs. Hao was dismissive. "So what if she has a scar? How could a slip of a girl not find a husband? There are plenty of old bachelors and widowers out there."
These words were so infuriating they brought tears to Cui Meihong’s eyes.
"My daughter’s face can be healed! She won’t marry a widower—"
"If it can be healed, then there’s no need for a hospital. Just keep her at home. Put some soy sauce on it for now. Later, I’ll go up the mountain and find some herbs to make a poultice. If it heals, it heals. If not, then that’s her fate."
In any case, spending money was out of the question.
Every single cent of the Hao family’s money was to be saved for her grandson.
"Also, you need to get to work. You just started, and you’re already late. Are you trying to get fired? Cui Meihong, let me tell you, I went through a lot of trouble to get you this job. If you don’t work hard and end up messing it up, I won’t be so nice. I’ll have my son divorce you—"
"With my son’s looks, he could probably marry someone even better without you."
The color drained from Cui Meihong’s face when she heard this.
The baby in her arms, perhaps sensing her mood swing, began to cry incessantly.
As she cried, her salty tears ran over the burn, the pain making her wail even louder.
Seeing her daughter crying like this, Cui Meihong’s motherly heart ached even more.
Furious and indignant, she retorted, "—Then let your son divorce me! I’m taking my daughter to the hospital right now."
"You, you—" Mrs. Hao never expected her to say such a thing.
She was so angry she couldn’t get another word out.
Cui Meihong paid her no mind, shoving the person blocking her way aside and running outside with the child—
By the time Mrs. Hao came to her senses, it was too late to stop her. She slapped her thigh and began to wail, "Heavens, come and look, everyone! The daughter-in-law is hitting her mother-in-law—"
Although she had only been there for a short time, her personality was incredibly difficult, and she loved taking petty advantages, so no one in the family courtyard particularly liked to deal with her.
She wailed for a long time, but not a single person came in to console her.
Mrs. Hao kept up her dry sobs for a while longer, but still, no one came.
Then, she suddenly thought of her next-door neighbors.
In an instant, she seemed to have found a new target for her anger.
She rushed next door and started pounding on the door—BANG BANG BANG—
"Fu! Get out here—"
Fu Mingxue, who hadn’t left for work yet, was playing with her children, helping them learn to walk.
She was having a good time when she heard that damn idiot from next door banging on her front door.
That really pissed her off.
So, she placed both children back in their chairs to sit properly.
Then, with a furious expression, she went to open the door.