Chapter 951: Fu Yanwei, You Have No Conscience

Hearing Fu's mother's words, Hao Yanhong cursed inwardly: "What an old, good-for-nothing thing. It's clearly just a matter of speaking up, yet she insists on making a mountain out of a molehill. Is she afraid her son is doing too well? I've never seen parents like this."

But with so many people present, what could she say? In anger, she twisted Fu Yanwei's leg one hundred and eighty degrees.

Fu Yanwei, about to cry out in pain, saw his wife glaring at him and could only lower his head and endure it silently.

If he dared to cry out, not only would his ears suffer tonight in their room, but the whole family would make a joke of their household.

Fu Yan Cheng, sitting opposite, naturally noticed their little trick, but since one was willing to strike and the other willing to take it, it was just a couple's private fun, so he pretended not to see.

Halfway through the meal, Fu's father looked at Fu Yan Cheng: "Counting down, your wedding is three months away. The furniture in the room is complete, but other things haven't been prepared yet. Later, discuss with Liu Chuxue and see when you can buy whatever is missing."

Fu's mother then chimed in: "I've already asked someone to reserve quilt covers for you. I prepared some cotton earlier, and I've spoken with a woman of full fortune. When the weather warms up, she'll make wedding quilts for you. It's the same for all you brothers: one mattress, two quilts. If you want anything else, you must prepare it yourselves; I treat everyone equally."

"Of course, if you young couple prepare things yourselves, others shouldn't envy you."

Fu Yan Cheng nodded: "I know."

Seeing that his youngest son had no objections, Fu's mother turned to Fu Yanwan: "Xiao Wan, your father just arranged a job for your second brother; he certainly has no ability to arrange your return to the city now. Since you also have feelings for Ren Jiangfeng, your father and I don't oppose it, but it's better to wait until he has settled his own affairs."

Fu Yanwan, who was always open to advice, said: "I understand. I'll return to the farm early the day after tomorrow."

Thinking of tomorrow's plans, Fu Yan Cheng seized a suitable moment to lean close to Fu Yanwan: "Tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to accompany your fourth sister-in-law back to the countryside. Do you want to come with us? It's on the way, and I can give you a ride."

Hearing this, Fu Yanwan looked conflicted, wanting to hitch a ride with her fourth sister-in-law back to the farm, yet also wanting to stay home with her parents for one more day: "Let me think about it; I'll tell you tomorrow."

After dinner, Hao Yanhong returned to their room and flew into a rage at Fu Yanwei: "Your parents said that when Yan Cheng gets married, we'll split the household. But among all the brothers in the family, only we are dual-income earners. Even if we split, what do they have to fear? But what about us? Arranging a temporary job was clearly within their grasp, yet they insist on saying they'll tell us when they find a suitable one. What does that mean? Do they expect us to buy it with our own money?"

"I think your parents look down on me. They've never approved of me since we started dating, and now Jinze is five years old, and they still look down on me."

As she spoke, she began to cry: "They look down on me only because you're useless. How will Jinze ever hold his head high in the future?"

Hearing this, Fu Yanwei also grew angry: "Stop crying. My mother's words were harsh, but over the years they've subsidized us more than enough. What more do you want from them?"

Fu Yanwei finally stood his ground for a moment.

This made Hao Yanhong forget even to cry: "Fu Yanwei, for whose sake am I doing this? I wanted them to help arrange a job, only so our son can live better in the future and not envy his cousins."

"Fu Yanwei, you have no conscience."

Hao Yanhong's voice was not quiet, so Fu's father, Fu's mother, and the others naturally heard it all.