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"I... love... you. Xiaohui, please don't do this. Don't doubt my feelings for you. I have nothing else to rely on besides you."
"Is that so?" I replied coldly. "What about your mother? Your brother?"
"They... oh right!" Yao Hui suddenly dashed into the bedroom, rummaging through drawers. After a while, she came back holding a bank card. "Mother sent me 30,000 yuan. We can travel now, we can go on our honeymoon..."
That money was originally mine, the surprise I had planned for her, but her mother took it as a bride price!
"Mother said that as long as you add my name to the House Deed, she will transfer the bride price back to me. Really..."
"Charity? A transaction? Using my kindness towards you to sell me a favor? What is your mother thinking?" I couldn't help but scoff.
"No, it's not what you think..." Yao Hui suddenly knelt down, pleading, "We have feelings for each other, right? I thought if I just signed something, I could get some money from Mother, and we could live a little more comfortably. I didn't expect you to think like this. I won't sign it, I won't sign it..."
"Comfortably? Aren't you living well enough now?" In this city, I definitely belonged to the high-income class, thanks in no small part to Yu Jiamin's support.
I handed my salary card over to Yao Hui to manage. As an ordinary office worker, how could two salaries not be enough for her daily expenses?
"You don't need her charity. Give me my salary card back; I'll book the tickets myself." I needed to check the card; I could no longer trust her unconditionally.
"Huh?" Yao Hui's gaze wandered. "You... want the card? There's no money left on it..."
"How could we be out of money? I see our daily expenses—food, clothing, housing—right before my eyes. We’re paying off the mortgage and saving to buy a car. Our lives are frugal and simple, so logically, we should have saved a substantial amount by now.
'Where's the money?' For the first time, I felt an impulse to divorce her. What I can't accept is not her extravagant spending or indulgence in pleasures, but the lack of planning for the future. Overextending ourselves doesn’t just drain this family; it affects the environment in which our future children will grow up. How can a woman who is supposed to spend her life with me not make plans for our future?
'I... oh right, I invested in some financial products!'
'What kind of investment? Funds or stocks? Which stocks?' I pressed her with a barrage of questions.
'Which ones? Oh come on, dear, don't worry about it. It’s bound to make money. Trust me, once it pays off, I’ll give you a big surprise!'
With nine out of ten investments failing, how could I trust her? Yet, that one word 'dear' did melt my heart...
'What did you call me?'
'D-dear...'
'Hey, sweetheart! So what do you want to do today...?'
'Huh? Stop it!'
I seemed to have gotten used to these little squabbles—they come quickly and leave just as fast. As for her, she falls hard but kneels just as swiftly."
I find myself at a loss when it comes to women's tears.
More than that, I care about our married life together.
It has been six months, and I always thought she was being distant. The promise she made about our wedding night has yet to be fulfilled.
So, without any shame, I picked her up and carried her to bed...
But in the moment she lay down, I suddenly recalled that day in the chaotic hotel room, the lingering doubts that wouldn't leave my mind.
And then there was my salary card that I couldn't retrieve...
I became distracted, and she sensed it too.
So she paused, turned onto her side, and faced away from me.
That night, we both slept with our own hidden agendas.
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