Su Yun sneered, "Are we the ones making them eat coarse buns and pickled vegetables? We brought so much money ho every ti, but your parents just turned around and gave it all to your third brother and his wife. His family of three is stuffing themselves silly while your parents are eating nothing but scraps, and sohow it’s still our fault? Qin Zhonghui, I know you feel bad for your parents, and it’s not like we’re unfilial. We give them money every year, and when you said we should go back for the New Year, I agreed. I even agreed to buy gifts for them—showing respect for our elders is the right thing to do. But you want to go back early, clean up the old house, and wait on that entire family like before? I’m not doing it!"
’She’d done that for years. And what did she get out of it?’
Her two children had been bullied so badly, and all her hard-earned money from over the years was just handed over to his third brother and his wife. Su Yun was completely done putting up with it!
Su Yun could tolerate taking care of the elders and even putting up with so unfairness from them.
But why should they have to go back and be servants for his third brother’s family? Why? Just because his parents played favorites?
That was sothing Su Yun couldn’t tolerate!
Qin Zhonghui knew he was in the wrong. He sighed, but he still felt terrible. Unable to win the argunt against his wife, he just squatted there, puffing away on a cigarette.
Xiao Shi watched her parents argue, looking timid. She wanted to say sothing but didn’t dare. Qin Jiao put an arm around her younger sister and said calmly, "Dad, didn’t you just promise Shen Yi you’d help take care of Grandpa Du?"
Qin Zhonghui paused, then rembered.
Su Yun paused and asked him what was going on.
Qin Zhonghui nodded. "Right, about that. Shen Yi said he and his mother are going back to North City to handle the divorce from Shen Zhengfeng. Apparently, there’s so paperwork involved, and it’s going to take a while. But they said they’ll be back before the Little New Year and asked us to help look after Mr. Du in the anti."
Su Yun had been looking for an excuse to get her husband to drop his plan of going ho early.
She imdiately said, "Mr. Du has been a great benefactor to our family, and it’s only for a few days. We have to say yes."
Qin Zhonghui nodded. He understood that, of course.
So he dropped the subject of going ho early.
But Su Yun was still annoyed. Later, while preparing vegetables with her daughter in the kitchen, she complained, "Your father... he actually knows right from wrong, but he’s just too soft-hearted. In his eyes, everyone’s a good person. If he were a complete, heartless bastard, I wouldn’t be in such a bind. I’d just leave him and be done with it. But this is how he is—on one hand, he’s always thinking about that pack of ingrates and bloodsuckers back ho, and on the other, he’s incredibly good to . Sigh."
Qin Jiao could understand her mother’s dilemma. As her mom said, if her father were truly a bad man—soone who treated his wife and children poorly and had no ambition—then even as his daughter, Qin Jiao would support her mother in divorcing him.
But that wasn’t the case.
Aside from being far too soft-hearted when it ca to his family back ho, Qin Zhonghui was an excellent husband and father.
Qin Jiao said, "That’s why I’m saying we should all move to the provincial capital next year. Once we’re far away and busy with the business, Dad definitely won’t have ti to worry about everyone back ho. But Mom, once the business starts making money, you’ll have to keep a firm grip on our finances. Dad is a soft touch, so you can’t let our uncles swindle him."
"Mm, of course. When we’re making money, I’ll have to pay for you and your sister’s schooling and save up for your dowries when you get married. Those bloodsuckers from the Qin family can forget about ever touching our hard-earned money again!"
Her mother’s unyielding nature was a relief to Qin Jiao. ’Plus,’ she thought, ’once we’re living far away, Dad’s attachnt to them will gradually fade.’
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