"I am not picking them up. Why does Han Ruochen have to leave now? And what does she mean by sending Beijiang to school? That boy is a fool. How can he study? And she is no better. So dumb and cold, like a dead bug. She clearly saw that the chopsticks had fallen on the floor. So why didn't she pick them up for me?" Meng Yunhan didn't want to pick up the chopsticks. Having lived like she was the head of the house, Han Ruochen's actions made her feel like her authority had been questioned, and she didn't like it at all.
She had never felt so humiliated. Not only did she lose the opportunity to fill up the hole in the savings, but she also got slapped in the face. Her mother-in-law had beaten her so badly, and her husband didn't say a word to that old hag, and now he was taking the side of Han Ruochen.
"Alright, alright, you don't want to pick them up?" Han Yichen chuckled as he got up from the chair and then bent down to pick up the chopsticks.
When Han Ziyan saw this, she wanted to help him. She had a feeling that there was something wrong with her adoptive father's attitude, but before she could do that, her mother stopped her. With a look, she asked her to sit back down. Meng Yunhan then turned to look at Han Yichen, her bosom puffed up in pride. See, she knew that there was no way Han Yichen would be able to stay angry with her, but if he thought that he could coax her with just this alone, he was wrong!
Not only would he have to apologise to her, but he also needed to make Han Ruochen bring the money that she had received after selling the peacock mantis shrimp.
However, just as she was feeling proud of herself, Han Yichen did something that made all her pride sweep away in a second.
It was a pair of thick chopsticks, but Han Yichen broke them with just a little squeeze. He then threw the half-broken chopsticks in the trash bin right next to the kitchen. "Since you don't want to eat with this pair of chopsticks, then there is no point in keeping them. Collect the dishes and wash them." In the past, usually, Han Ruochen would clean the dishes, but after going back and forth with Meng Yunhan, Han Yichen didn't call Han Ruochen to clean the dishes and left them in Meng Yunhan's care.
"You… you want me to clean?" At first, Meng Yunhan was shaking with fear and felt angry when she saw that the man had broken the chopsticks with his hands. As the family's savings were low, Meng Yunhan was very careful these days. She was managing the house with Han Ruochen's salary, and with Han Ruochen's sudden rebellion, she was worried that she might not even be able to pay the house help this month. Thinking about how expensive chopsticks were for someone whose entire savings had been emptied, Meng Yunhan felt like her world was falling apart.
A woman who had no capability and only knew how to depend on her husband – how could she even get the opportunity to fill the treasury? At first, she thought that if she handed the job to Han Ziyan, she wouldn't have to worry about anything but now! Alas.
Meng Yunhan was worried. Ten thousand yuan was a grand sum even for her, who had been married to Han Yichen for a long time. She was worried about buying a pair of chopsticks; she was scared out of her wits thinking about what if some kind of unexpected expense arose? What if an accident happened? She would definitely have to cough up this sum of money. After all, everyone in the village knew that their family had a lot of savings.
If she didn't take the money out, then she would be labelled as heartless by the villagers. And she definitely couldn't allow that to happen. She wanted to leave Han Yichen, but Meng Yunhan also knew that now was not the time. Yun Xinye had failed in his business again. If she went over to him now, then what was she going to eat? The northeast wind?
Meng Yunhan was selfish and didn't want to lose any comfort. But at the same time, she was really worried about the ten thousand yuan. Where was she going to get this sum of money? And if Han Yichen found out about this—then he would skin her alive. That was his entire life savings! If he found out that she had spent it all and that too on a man, he would really kill her.
Unless Han Ziyan took over Han Ruochen's job, married into the Yang family and helped her take care of the savings, she was certain that she was going to be in a lot of trouble.
"Who else will clean if not you?" Han Yichen was so angry that he laughed. In the past, it was his elder daughter who did the dishes, and then it was taken over by Han Ruochen. He thought that there was nothing wrong with it, as daughters were supposed to get married and go to another family to live their lives. But now he had a sudden realisation. There was something really wrong!
While his daughters were taking care of the household chores, he raised his head and looked at Han Ziyan. This girl had never picked up a bowl and lived like a rich lady!
When Han Ziyan saw the dissatisfied look on her adoptive father, she shuddered all over. She knew that her father was upset with her and lowered her head before saying to her mother sensibly, "I will help you clean it."
She didn't want to break the pot just yet because she had not married into the Yang family.
Just then –
"HAN ZIYAN!"