Reborn in the 80s and Remarrying an Officer, Let the Ungrateful Cry!

”Besides, if there’s anything the family needs, you can take the money and buy it yourself.”

Once Mrs. Fu said that, Qin Wenhao had no way to refuse.

In the end, Qin Wenhao took the thousand yuan.

’Oh well,’ he thought. ’I’ll just give whatever’s left back to my wife later.’

That night, Qin Wenhao looked at the bed and sighed.

He had been looking forward to some warm, cozy nights with his wife, but it looked like he’d be sleeping alone after all.

The next day, Qin Wenhao paid a visit to the Qin family.

Seeing her younger son arrive, Mrs. Qin couldn’t help but ask, ”What brings you here? Where’s Mingxue? Did she go to work?”

”Mingxue left on a business trip. She probably won’t be back for the New Year.”

Hearing her son’s words, Mrs. Qin froze for a moment.

’Another business trip?’

’Didn’t she just get back from one?’

’This job is too demanding! She hasn’t even had a proper rest.’

’This couple—they’re turning into the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.’

They had only just seen each other, and now she was off on a business trip again.

”Did she leave today?”

Qin Wenhao shook his head. ”She left last night. It was a rush, so she didn’t have time to tell you. She asked me to let you know.”

Mrs. Qin sighed with emotion. ”Mingxue is such a good girl!”

Hearing this, Qin Wenhao couldn’t resist correcting her. ”You’ve got that wrong. She’s not a ’girl’ anymore. You should say she’s a good daughter-in-law.”

”No, wait. You should say she’s a good comrade.”

Mrs. Qin: ...?

She shot Qin Wenhao a look of disbelief.

’Seriously—is there something wrong with him?’

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.

”Alright, message delivered. You can go now.”

’She had wanted to tell him to ’get lost,’ but that wouldn’t have been very civilized.’

”Your mother-in-law has it the hardest. Now that you’re finally home, you should be helping her with the kids. Also, if you’re missing anything at home, you should go buy it. The New Year is coming up, and there’s a lot to prepare.”

If she didn’t know that her in-law wouldn’t be willing to come to the Qin Family Mansion for the New Year, she would have loved to invite them over so the two families could celebrate together.

Qin Wenhao shamelessly made a demand. ”In that case, give me some more of your meat coupons.”

Mrs. Qin shot him a sideways glance. ”Don’t you have any?”

”I do, but not enough. My mom wants to make some sausages, so I need to buy a lot more meat.”

Mrs. Qin: ...?

’What does he mean, ”my mom”?’ she fumed inwardly. ’I mean, she *is* a mom.’

’But can’t he tell the difference? Couldn’t he at least call her ’mother-in-law’ in front of me?’

’Forget it. Having sons is pointless.’

’I raised them both for nothing.’

”You wait here.”

She went back into the house with a stern expression.

She came out a moment later with a stack of coupons in her hand.

”Here, take them all. By the way, do you have enough money?” The last question just slipped out.

But Qin Wenhao’s reply was swift.

”Not enough.”

Mrs. Qin: ...?

’How can you say those two words with a straight face?’

”My wife left me a thousand yuan, but she works so hard. How can a grown man like me spend her money?”

Mrs. Qin took a breath. ”—Don’t you get a subsidy?”

”Of course I give my subsidy to my wife. Am I supposed to not contribute a single cent to the household? Would I still be a decent human being then? I can’t just freeload and not contribute to the family expenses just because my wife earns a lot.”

Mrs. Qin: ...?

’But you’re not exactly acting like one now, are you?’

’Look at that expression. Isn’t it obvious he just wants some money from me?’

She rolled her eyes. ’I must owe him from a past life.’

”Is five hundred enough?”

”That’ll do,” Qin Wenhao said.

Mrs. Qin: ?...

In the end, she reluctantly pulled out five hundred yuan and gave it to him.

Qin Wenhao accepted it without a moment’s hesitation.

”I’m off!”

’Why take his mom’s money?’

’Because she was loaded, of course.’

’Get lost already,’ Mrs. Qin thought.

’Wait a minute... not even a ”thank you”?’