"Do I want to hold it in? Every time I ask you for money, you either say you don't have any or accuse me of always asking for money. Being accused like that, don't you think I have any self-respect?"
Su Qing's heart grew heavier as she spoke: "I've been sent down to this village for more than two years, and I've often heard the old folks say, 'marry a man and you'll be clothed and fed,' but how have you treated me? And why should I have to live so repressed?"
Sitting up, Su Qing slapped Zhou Weimin hard twice on the body, her face now streaming with tears.
"Can't you just settle down?" Zhou Weimin couldn't lie down any longer with all the commotion, his temper flaring. He angrily threw off the coarse blanket covering him, sat up, and looked coldly at Su Qing: "Have I starved you or left you naked?"
Su Qing: "Have you ever bought me a new piece of clothing since we got married?"
"Can't you buy it yourself?"
