Seeing Zhou Lanfang’s face full of anger, Shen Mianmian deliberately said, "Mom, if you don’t like the clothes, then just give them back to them. The boss said that if we don’t want the clothes, we’ll get a two-yuan subsidy and he’ll pay our wages early so I can go buy new ones myself."
Upon hearing that returning the clothes would result in a money subsidy, Zhou Lanfang’s eyes lit up, "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and take off the clothes and send them back."
Zhou Siyu also felt a little relieved in her heart. If she couldn’t have them, then Shen Mianmian shouldn’t either. It was good to send them back.
"But..." Shen Mianmian looked troubled, "I only have two sets of clothes. One set is already ruined. If I return this one, then I’ll have nothing to wear and will need to buy new ones."
Before Zhou Lanfang could speak, she began to calculate, "A set of clothes will cost at least ten yuan, and shoes are even more expensive. My salary is just a few yuan and it won’t be enough. Tomorrow I’ll call Dad and ask him to send some money back so I can buy clothes, okay?"
As soon as Zhou Lanfang heard that Shen Mianmian wanted to ask her husband for money, she instantly bristled.
"So what do you propose we do?" Shen Mianmian asked with a look of helplessness, adopting an attitude that whatever Zhou Lanfang suggested, she would agree to.
Zhou Lanfang was furious!
If it were any other time when asking for money, she would’ve muttered a few words and her husband definitely wouldn’t have given it. But now her husband felt guilty towards the illegitimate child. If the illegitimate child asked, he would definitely give her the money.
And if the illegitimate child brought up this issue, her husband would also scold her for not being able to manage money.
Zhou Lanfang wasn’t stupid. She had lived with her husband for so many years and knew his temperament well.
She clenched her teeth and, for the sake of Siyu’s future college education, decided to indulge the little illegitimate child this once. After all, she wouldn’t be losing anything.
"Did you not learn anything at school? Can’t you do the math? Don’t you know which is more worthwhile?"
Shen Mianmian blinked, "So we’re not returning the clothes?"
"Go cook rice and stop bothering me," Zhou Lanfang shouted, then turned back to the television.
She had rushed home earlier because she was engrossed in her show and was afraid Shen Mianmian might have stolen money to buy clothes.
She had been too impulsive. Regardless of whether the illegitimate child had the audacity, there was no way Shen Mianmian knew where she hid the money.
Zhou Siyu was dying of jealousy inside, as it had taken just a few sentences for Shen Mianmian to persuade Zhou Lanfang, but Zhou Lanfang was eager to watch her show and didn’t even hear her call out.
Seeing a bag on the bed and knowing it must contain another set of new clothes, a flicker of greed crossed her eyes.
"Don’t even think about taking the clothes. Otherwise, I’ll get up in the middle of the night and shave your head bald. No matter how pretty your clothes are, they won’t cover up an ugly face." Shen Mianmian didn’t need to guess to know Zhou Siyu’s little schemes.
"Two sets of new clothes, can you even wear them both?" Zhou Siyu made no attempt to hide her thoughts, and she wasn’t as scared of Shen Mianmian cutting her hair as she was the last time, "If you cut mine, I’ll cut yours."
She wasn’t someone to be intimidated.
She had been scared last time because it was the first time Shen Mianmian had said such a thing, afraid that Shen Mianmian might really dare to do it. But then she thought, if Shen Mianmian dared to cut her hair, then she could cut Shen Mianmian’s as well. Who was scared of whom?
The corner of Shen Mianmian’s mouth curved up in a sinister smile, "If my hair gets cut, I can still go out and meet people. I’m used to it anyway, since my hair is often cut and sold. If your hair gets cut, would you dare to go out?"
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"..." Zhou Siyu, struck where it hurt most by Shen Mianmian’s words, admitted to herself that if her hair was cut, she indeed wouldn’t have the face to meet people. She bit her lip and sniffed dismissively, "It’s just a lousy piece of clothing. Who cares about it?"