Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 587 A Little Pitfall

"Besides, you can buy whatever this family needs with your money."

After hearing what Fu's mother said, Qin Wenhuo had no choice but to accept it.

In the end, Qin Wenhuo kept the thousand yuan.

Forget it, I'll just pay my wife back the money I didn't spend later.

That evening, Qin Wenhuo looked at the bed and sighed again.

I thought I'd be sleeping comfortably with my husband these next few days, but I'm still sleeping alone.

The following day, Qin Wenhuo went to the Qin family.

Seeing her youngest son arrive, Qin's mother couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here? Where's Mingxue? Did she go to work?"

"Mingxue has gone on a business trip and probably won't be back for the Chinese New Year."

When Qin's mother heard her son's words, she was taken aback.
Why are you on a business trip again?

Didn't you just come back from a business trip?
This job is so tough! I haven't had a proper rest yet.

This couple is truly destined to become like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

We only met once, and now he's away on a business trip again.

"Are you leaving today?"

Qin Wenhuo shook his head, "She left last night. She left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell you, so she asked me to tell you."

Qin's mother exclaimed, "Mingxue is truly a good girl!"

Qin Wenhuo couldn't help but correct him, "You're wrong. She's not a girl anymore. You should say she's a good daughter-in-law."

"No, you should say she is a good comrade."

Qin's mother: ...?
She looked at Qin Wenhuo with a surprised expression.
No—is he seriously ill?
She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"Alright, I've delivered the message. You can go now."

I was going to say "get lost," but then I thought that would be uncivilized.

“Your mother-in-law has worked the hardest. Now that you’re finally at home, you should help her take care of the kids. Also, if there’s anything you need, go and buy it. The New Year is coming soon, and there are a lot of things to buy.”

If she hadn't known that her mother-in-law wouldn't be willing to come to the Qin family compound for the New Year, she really would have liked to invite her over so that both families could celebrate the New Year together.

Qin Wenhuo demanded without ceremony, "Then give me some more of your hostages."

Qin's mother glanced at him. "Don't you have any?"

Qin Wenhuo: "Yes, but not enough. My mom wants to make some sausages, so I need to buy more meat." Qin's mother: ...?
What do you mean by "my mom"? Although she is a mom too.

But can we make a distinction—is it okay to call her "mother-in-law" in front of her?
Forget it, having a son really doesn't mean much.

Both of them are sham products.

"You wait."

She went back into the house with a stern face.

He came out shortly after, with a lot more tickets in his hand.

"Here you go. By the way, do you have enough money?" She really just asked the last question offhand.

But Qin Wenhuo responded very quickly.

"not enough."

Qin's mother: ...?
How could you have the nerve to say those two words?
“My wife left me a thousand, but she works so hard, how can I, a grown man, spend her money?”

Qin's mother paused for a moment, "—Don't you have an allowance?"

"Of course the allowance goes to my wife. Do you think I wouldn't contribute a single penny to the household? Would I even be a human being? I can't just take it for granted that I don't contribute to household expenses just because my wife earns more."

Qin's mother: ...?
But you don't even look like a human being right now.

Judging from his expression, he just wants some money from her.

I rolled my eyes. I really owe him something.

Is five hundred enough?

"Okay," Qin Wenhuo said.

Qin's mother: ? ...

In the end, he reluctantly handed over five hundred to him.

Qin Wenhuo collected it with remarkable efficiency.

"I'm leaving!" Why did you take his mother's money?
Of course, it's because his mother has a lot of money.

Qin's mother: Get out of here right now.

Wait a minute, not even a thank you?

(End of this chapter)