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My husband didn't stop me; he just stood by, silently watching me. I can't bring myself to sacrifice my own happiness for others. Every day, my husband would call me, and a couple of days ago, he told me to have a good time. But on the third day, he changed his tune.
"I miss you, my wife."
"I know."
"I bought you a gift. I'm coming to pick you up."
"I'm not done having fun yet! Let me enjoy a few more days. Besides, Dad doesn't like the meals I cook, so you can bear with it for a bit longer. Who told you to be the one he loves to eat from?"
I held my ground and refused to budge until the fifth day.
"Can you come back for a bit? Dad wants to talk to you," he said.
I hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed. When I returned home, my father-in-law was already waiting for me in the living room.
"Siqi, have a seat," he gestured toward the sofa across from him.
I walked over and sat down, looking at him as I asked, "Dad, what do you want to talk about?"
He looked at me and slowly said, "Siqi, let me explain something. You seem to have some misunderstandings about me."
I smiled faintly and replied, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, Dad knows in his heart."
"Siqi, I know you might think I'm picky, but I truly don't mean it that way," my father-in-law continued. "I just hope that you and Yi Fei can have a better life together."
"I hope you can support each other and understand one another without letting outside influences affect your relationship."
"I also hope you both cherish each other and this marriage."
Wow, he talks well, but none of his actions seem fitting.
There’s nothing irreconcilable between my husband and me; as long as my father-in-law understands things clearly and stays out of our business, I have no objections.
"Since you want to talk, let me share my thoughts too. Everyone has different living habits; Dad can't impose his on me. If there's something you don't understand in the future, I won't indulge it anymore. I can respect my elders and care for them, but I will never be foolishly filial."
Looking at my husband, I added, "Please ask Dad to treat both of us equally as younger generations."
"Who are you indulging? Who are you spoiling?" My father-in-law jumped up and shouted at me, "Look at her attitude!"
I narrowed my eyes at my husband; this was intolerable: "Dad may not know this, but you should understand—I’ve been accommodating before, but all that went to waste. So don’t blame me if I speak bluntly from now on; wrong is wrong. Even if an elder is wrong, they shouldn't be indulged. If Dad can't adapt to life here, then he should go back to the village. I'll send support every month. If that's still not satisfactory, then divorce is the only option."
"Who do you think you're calling a dog?"
My husband pulled my father-in-law down into his seat and comforted him: "Dad, you can't let your son end up with a broken family."
"Then have the child!" Father-in-law insisted.
My husband gently comforted me, "We will definitely have a child. Honey, we will follow your lead."
"You know Peacock Flies Southeast, right? I won't die for love, but if it comes to it, divorce is still an option."
"I understand."
The next day, I packed my things, and my husband took me back home.
Father-in-law looked very happy when he saw us return. He smiled and said, "It's good that you're back, it's good!"
It was quite messy after a few days away. Taking advantage of the weekend, I decided to clean the house.
I am someone who enjoys cleaning; I like to take my time and tidy up during my leisure moments to relieve stress. While cleaning, I found a piece of paper.
It had a date and an address written on it. I didn’t think much of it and put it aside.
As I cleaned, my husband was reading a book. I glanced over and saw the title, The Virtuous and Gentle Nature of Ancient Women. I teased him, "Since when did you become interested in books like this?"
"A patient’s mother-in-law keeps insisting she be virtuous and gentle. I want to understand it better to see if I can find a breakthrough."
"What era are we in? People still talk about this?" I scoffed.
"Yes, as long as I understand enough, I can use magic to defeat magic." My husband kept his head down, so I couldn't see his expression.
"Go for it!" I encouraged him.
"Yeah. I will definitely succeed." He looked proud.
I didn't pay much attention to his book and said, "I've cleaned every nook and cranny; you go mop the floor while I cook."
Housework always falls to whoever can't stand it anymore. Sometimes it's not that one doesn't see it; it's just that they don't want to do it and leave it for someone else—it's selective ignorance.
Before, I felt sorry for him working hard; now? Ha! If you keep being selectively blind, I'll let you experience Father-in-law's nagging.
"Okay!"
Father-in-law pouted but said nothing more.
I smiled; as long as my husband was on my side, this old man would have to think twice before causing trouble.
After dinner, I relaxed on the sofa while making a phone call.
"Editor, can you give me your niece's number? I'd like to talk to her."
"That's not possible; her condition is unstable. We don't want to upset her again."
"Have you forgotten that I've studied psychology? I have a certificate; I'll handle it appropriately."
"But you're only knowledgeable; you're not a professional."
"I've interviewed so many people over the years; I've learned from my mistakes. Besides, my husband is a psychologist—having him as support should ease your worries!"
"Haha, fine, I'll give it to you."
"Thank you, Editor. I won't let you down."
After getting the phone number, I sent over an introduction.
Hello, I am Zhou Han, an employee under your uncle. Can we be friends?
After that, I would send some greetings or share things every day. For example, I also had my first cup of milk tea this autumn, yay! Or, my crayfish is free now, here I come. It was always like this.
Until one day, she told me she wanted to eat barbecue. I asked Editor if the doctor had mentioned any dietary restrictions and whether we could go out to eat. After receiving a positive response from Editor, I sent an invitation to Lin Wan'er, saying I would pick her up for barbecue on Saturday. She replied that it was fine.
Editor was extremely happy; making friends and interacting with people was very beneficial for Lin Wan'er's condition. I was happy for them too.
After work at five, Editor messaged me to meet and discuss Lin Wan'er’s situation. I agreed, and we set a time and place.
When we met at the tea house, Editor got straight to the point: "Xiao Zhou, I suspect there’s something wrong with your husband."
I was taken aback for a moment but then laughed: "Editor, what are you talking about? What could be wrong with my husband?"
Editor looked at me seriously: "Xiao Zhou, you know what I'm talking about."
I immediately stopped smiling and said earnestly: "Editor, are you suggesting that my husband is involved with PUA?"
Editor nodded.
I fell silent. Although there had been conflicts regarding my father-in-law, my husband was changing now; he was doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of various chores—he handled most of them. Compared to before when he hardly lifted a finger, he had changed a lot. I believed he had flaws but didn’t think he would do anything unethical.
Then I said: "Editor, I don’t know how you came to this conclusion, but my husband absolutely has nothing to do with PUA."
Editor sighed: "Xiao Zhou, I got this information from my niece; don’t be naive."
I asked: "What information?"
Editor replied helplessly: "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
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