"Don’t glare at me, this matter is for me to decide. Even though the old lady is usually the head of our household, she can’t override me on this matter."
As soon as Mr. Fu finished speaking, the room fell into a long, heavy silence.
Neither Mrs. Fu’s mother nor her sister-in-law from her birth family had expected Mr. Fu, who usually didn’t involve himself in family affairs and acted like a hands-off husband, to oppose them when they wanted to spend one hundred yuan on Jiang Xin’s dress.
In their anxiety, Mrs. Fu’s sister-in-law and mother turned their gaze to Mrs. Fu, hoping she would say something.
After all, not long ago, it was Mrs. Fu herself who suggested that they reserve a new dress for their family’s Nian Di.
Since the offer was already made, how could they so easily go back on it? They didn’t want to miss this opportunity, especially since the price of that dress was so high.
If they could keep the dress, and if their Nian Di wore it tomorrow, they could fully intend to sell it at a second-hand market and still make a profit; even with discounts, they could earn at least sixty or seventy from a hundred-yuan dress.
Thus, they still wanted to fight for it, after all, theirs was not a household where only Mr. Fu’s word counted.
Mrs. Fu naturally felt the heat of their stares burning the top of her head.
However, at this moment, she truly didn’t feel like talking.
The day had been overwhelming, and the words from her birth family were truly too harsh, suggesting they cut off mother-daughter ties; it deeply wounded her.
She even began to doubt if her family had ever truly seen her as one of their own over the years.
If they had truly considered her family, they wouldn’t say such heartless things.
So, after sensing the gaze of others, she simply chose to remain silent.
If it were earlier times, once she had spoken, if they really needed that dress for her niece’s blind date, she would have spared no expense, even if it meant living on scraps, to buy the dress. Get full chapters from novel·fire.net
Yet now, she truly had no money; in the past few months, she had exhausted her savings for her nephew’s wedding.
Even her reserves had been wiped out.
Suffice it to say, the days at home for her and her husband were tough.
They plunged back into the hard days of not enough food and warmth, even struggling to afford kerosene for lamps.
Life was very tight, the rice supply was running low, and if Fu Yu stayed out at sea for an extended period, there might be no rice left to cook.
These days, she couldn’t possibly be expected to simply hand over one hundred yuan for a dress for her niece.
Yet, Mrs. Fu was too proud to admit she had no money.
In truth, if she hadn’t supported her nephew’s wedding, given Fu Yu’s remittances and her frugal habits, she might have a savings of four or five thousand by now.
Now, Mrs. Fu deeply regretted her decisions, especially after hearing her mother suggesting severing their mother-daughter relationship; she wished she could take back every penny she’d given to her family.
She felt her years of affection had been fed to dogs.
Her family were ingrates, ungrateful wolves indeed.
Henceforth, she resolved to open her eyes wider, taking care of her own household was her priority.
As for matters concerning her birth family, she decided to wash her hands of them.
After all, if Fu Yu returned from the sea and one day divorced Jiang Xin, she would still have to find a new wife for her beloved second son.
There would be more expenses down the road.
Instead of focusing on her birth family, it was better to prioritize her own household to prevent it from falling into chaos.