"If I had known earlier that your wife wouldn’t be of any help, I would never have let you marry her. So what if she’s a professor’s daughter? No help from her family, marrying an emperor’s daughter would be useless, too. You might as well have married Erya. She’s married to someone in the next village and already has a son, unlike her, she gave birth to a loss, never takes care of you at home but runs to her parents’ house every day."
Pan Huiyun didn’t know Li Shiping was outside, she spoke these harsh and sarcastic words while her eyes darted around the house, looking for anything good she could take back to the village to show off.
"Mom, why do you have to say these things? If Shiping hears it, she’ll definitely be upset."
Wan Dongcheng was getting impatient, Pan Huiyun always brought up Erya, and when he was in his teens, he did have a thing for Erya. At that time, he thought Erya was the prettiest in the village, and being with her was a matter of pride.
But as he grew older and went to the city for school, he felt that Erya, who had never been educated, was not his match. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Especially after meeting Li Shiping - beautiful, well-educated, and from a good family - Li Shiping was leagues above Erya when compared. Erya had become the part of his past he least wanted to remember.
He always felt that being mentioned in connection with Erya lowered his own status.
The Li family might look down on him, but bringing Li Shiping out, or even back to the village, always gave him a great deal of pride. Only a woman like Li Shiping was worthy of him - ten Eryas couldn’t compare.
"She’s not home and doesn’t have eyes that can see a thousand miles, what could she possibly hear?" Pan Huiyun snorted with her sharp and harsh words, "Even if she hears, so what? I’m speaking the truth. Look at her, gone for two days and not caring for you. If I hadn’t come today, you would have had nothing to eat for breakfast. Back in the village, though the living wasn’t as good as here, you never went hungry."
Her own flesh and blood suffering in the city, and she couldn’t even talk about it?
Now Li Shiping wasn’t here, but if she were, she would say it to her face.
Not taking care of one’s husband, only running back to her parents’ home every day – in ancient times, such a woman would be divorced.
Having been reminded by her words, Wan Dongcheng also felt that life had become somewhat stifled. He frowned and said, "She’s just spoiled, pampered by her family."
During this time, he was intentionally giving Li Shiping the cold shoulder, hoping she’d go back to her family and speak on his behalf, also wanting Li Yue to know that opposing him would only make Li Shiping suffer.
But Li Shiping had been gone for two days without a trace, leaving him burning with frustration.
Outside the house, Li Shiping, with her heart aching as she listened to their conversation, felt tears well up – her mother-in-law had one face in front of her and another behind her back.
In her presence, it was always Shiping, Shiping, as she called her. Apart from being greedy for petty benefits, she seemed quite nice to her, but now it appeared that was all a facade.
What saddened her most was that her husband not only didn’t support her, but he also said she had the temperament of a spoiled lady, overly spoiled.
After they got married, she had always revolved her life around her husband, sparing no expenses on food or clothing, taking on all the housework. Wasn’t what she did good enough?
Just as she thought to leave with the child, the baby suddenly started crying. Hearing the cry, Wan Dongcheng immediately opened the door and saw Li Shiping with red eyes, which made him panic.
Unsure of how much Li Shiping had heard, he pretended as though nothing happened and said, "Why didn’t you knock when you came back? What are you doing standing outside?"