Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Try Not to Call Me Mom Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Try Not to Call Me Mom Meng Jingfen reminded herself before bed to wake up early the next day, only to be roused by Meng Wanhua at seven in the morning, saying breakfast was ready.
Once fully awake, Jingfen annoyed at herself, squinted her eyes, and prepared to “borrow” clothes from Meng Chuyue.
As soon as she opened the door, she was stunned by the sight of Chuyue sitting at the dining table drinking something.
Specifically, it was Chuyue’s clothes that dazzled her.
Chuyue was wearing a white long-sleeve waist-pinched blouse and light blue skinny jeans today, even more fashionable than a Hong Kong celebrity on TV.
Damn it, she felt an urge to scratch her face and rip her clothes apart.
With Wanhua around, though, she could only think such thoughts.
For the sake of clothes, she had to smile at Chuyue.
With a bitter smile, she said to Chuyue, “I didn’t bring many clothes with me this time.
Can you lend me the purple blouse you wore yesterday?”
There was no hope of fitting into the blouse Chuyue was wearing now; her waist was too slim for Jingfen to fit into.
But that purple blouse was a loose style, definitely possible.
Chuyue scoffed and replied, “You’re too fat for that blouse; you won’t fit.”
Just as Jingfen was about to retort, Wanhua came out of the bedroom and said, “Jingfen, Chuyue is right; that blouse might look loose, but the sleeves are slim, and you won’t fit.
Just wear what you had on yesterday, and after breakfast, I’ll take you to the mall to buy a few pieces.”
Jingfen, unhappy, rushed to the balcony and took down Chuyue’s purple blouse from the clothes rack to try it on, and indeed, she couldn’t even get the sleeves on.
It was then that she remembered, every time she got her hands on Chuyue’s new clothes, Fu Hongfang would always make alterations for her.
This one was definitely beyond altering.
Without hesitation, she picked up the blouse, hooked it onto a nail near the window, and successfully tore a small hole in it, snickering darkly.
She then took the white dress she wore the day before back into her room to change.
The dress was something Wanhua had bought for Chuyue last year.
Originally it had short sleeves, but after Jingfen snatched it, Hongfang altered it into a sleeveless one.
Jingfen was a bit chubby, her face not dark, but her skin was not fair and delicate; she looked quite awkward in it, but she was blissfully unaware of her own ugliness.
The breakfast Chuyue made was white rice porridge and egg rolls.
Not wanting to cater to Jingfen, but for her mother’s sake, she’d begrudgingly give Jingfen the benefit this time.
Of course, she had to remember this account clearly.
Mid-breakfast, Wanhua suddenly said to Chuyue, “Many people know I only have one daughter, so for the next few days, try not to call me mom.
Let’s wait until we settle Sister Jingfen’s job situation, okay?”
Chuyue was taken aback but then smiled warmly, “Sure.
But what should I call you during this time, Wanhua Sister?”
Both Wanhua and Jingfen, who were drinking porridge, simultaneously spat out.
Fortunately, they both knew to duck their heads so the breakfast table wasn’t harmed.
Jingfen wiped her mouth and scoffed, “Meng Chuyue, don’t you know how to respect your own mother?”
Wanhua’s eyes also held a touch of resentment.
Chuyue, beaming with a smile, “The kids in Aunt Qin’s family call her sister on purpose, saying it makes her look younger.
But mom, if you don’t like it, I’ll follow my big aunt’s family’s lead and call you ‘little aunt’ instead.
Little Aunt, I really didn’t mean any disrespect; I just think you look young.
Standing next to you, we look like two sisters.”
People in the future are very open; calling parents by their names isn’t always disrespectful, often it’s a way to express affection.
Wanhua gently smiled, “I never realized you were so … eloquent.
But your suggestion is good; call me ‘little aunt’ for these days.
If someone asks, I’ll say you’re my sister’s daughter.”