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Rise to the Top: Love and Hate Battle
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It was our second anniversary. Tong Ming finally agreed to take me back to meet his parents. I accompanied him on a flight, then took a train, followed by a van, and finally walked up the mountain. The journey was so bumpy that I felt disoriented.
It wasn't until the next morning that we finally arrived at his hometown. His mother scrutinized me from head to toe, asking questions as if she were conducting a household registration check.
"Is your mother a housewife?"
"Does your father run a small shop?"
"Are you the only child?"
"Oh, just one small shop? You dare call that a business? That's hardly worth mentioning in our village."
Her words dripped with disdain. Tong Ming kept winking at me, and I held back my displeasure. After all, he was the only college student in the village. Before we came back, he had warned me that his mother hadn't received much education and had rather conservative views, so I should be more understanding.
"Liu Qianqian, stop dawdling and go cook in the kitchen," she ordered, pointing at me before turning to Tong Ming. "You go call your brother back."
I frowned; I had just dropped off my luggage and hadn't even had a sip of water yet, and she was already directing me to work? Tong Ming kept making faces at me. Considering he had been treating me well, I decided to endure it.
The kitchen was small and shabby, with a darkened stove. I rolled up my sleeves and started tidying up while rinsing rice. His mother stood at the kitchen door with her hands on her hips, looking at me imperiously. "Can't you take a few days off and stay longer?"
"With so many people at home, one meal with just two dishes isn't enough," she said.
"Make a few more dishes," came the reply.
"Don't use so much oil; just a little is enough for stir-frying. Don't waste it."
"Use less salt too; if it's too salty, it won't taste good."
"What kind of rice is this? It smells so good; it must be expensive. Why did you buy such expensive rice? People in our village are fine with brown rice; why be so particular?"
"Don't add so much water; using this much water to cook rice is really wasteful!"
She kept chattering in my ear.
Just when I was flustered, a thin man suddenly barged in.
"Mom, I'm so hungry! Is the food ready?"
His mother pointed at me. "It's almost done; stop rushing."
The man stared at me, his eyes bright. "Bro, you're amazing to find such a beautiful wife."
His mother glared at him. "What are you staring at? Go wait outside."
As he walked out, he deliberately bumped into me.
I nearly fell to the ground.
After finally finishing the meal, I had just sat down and picked up my chopsticks when his mother coldly said, "Women can't sit at the table; go eat in the kitchen."
I looked at Tong Ming in surprise.
He avoided my gaze.
I couldn't help but say, "What era is this? How can there still be such rules?"
His mother sneered. "What era? Women shouldn't sit at the table."
"Men are the ones who carry on the family line; can women really hold up half the sky? That half of the sky is also supported by men."
I laughed in anger, "Auntie, your way of thinking would be outdated even in ancient times."
Her expression changed instantly as she slammed her hand on the table, "Are you trying to contradict me?"
"Not even through the door yet, and if I really step inside, wouldn’t you bully this old lady to death?"
I couldn't be bothered to respond to her, so I simply flipped the table over.
The old wooden table collapsed immediately under my force, scattering bowls and chopsticks all over the floor.
Her face turned red with rage as she pointed a finger at me, ready to strike.
Tong Ming and Tong Liang quickly grabbed her.
"Mom, don't get angry; Qianqian didn't mean it."
"Yeah, Mom, please calm down."
She shook them off and glared at me, "If you want to enter my house, you have to get your dad to transfer the property to Tong Ming."
"Otherwise, don’t even think about marrying into our family."
I crossed my arms and smiled mockingly, "When did I ever say I wanted to marry Tong Ming?"
"And besides, that house was left to me by my dad; why should I give it to someone else?"
Her voice turned cold and threatening, "If you refuse, I'll make sure you can't hold your head high in this village."
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