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Chapter 98 Child Bride, Not Even a Dog

Luo Youfu didn't reply, but turned to look at Zhu Suosuo, his tone gentle yet concerned: "Suosuo, why did you suddenly decide to buy these things?"

"Yeah, Suo Suo, these must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Upon hearing her husband's question, Zhu Suosuo's aunt also chimed in, her gaze sweeping over the exquisite packaging once more.

Zhu Suosuo quickly put on a smile, her tone ingratiating: "Uncle, Aunt, it's not as expensive as you say."

Today, Nansun and I went to buy clothes for work, and they happened to be on sale. I thought I'd buy some for you and your uncle; the thought is what counts.

"Well—okay, since Suo Suo is so filial, we'll accept the gift."

Luo Youfu nodded, a look of relief on his face: "But you can't buy such expensive things again next time."

"It's not easy for a girl like you to save money, so don't spend it recklessly. You've been fortunate enough to get into such a good company like Jingyan Group, so you must work hard and diligently."

"Yes, I understand, Uncle. I know what I'm doing."

Zhu Suosuo obediently replied, knowing that her uncle's words were truly for her own good.

Seeing her nod, Luo Youfu smiled and breathed a sigh of relief: "Now that you know what's going on, your uncle is at ease."

You're all grown up now, and you should be able to make your own judgments, so I won't say any more.

However, there's something I need to ask you. The neighbors are all saying that a young man drove you around; is he your new boyfriend?

"Suo Suo, your uncle is right." Auntie chimed in, her tone earnest. "We'll accept this gift, but don't waste money in the future. It's the right thing to do to save your salary for a comfortable life."

However, you can't just blindly choose a boyfriend. Let me tell you, being rich doesn't necessarily mean being a good person. I think Garmin is the best choice.

Think about it, you and Jiaming grew up together, you know each other inside and out, that goes without saying, and most importantly, the family can continue to live happily together —

Actually, she didn't want her son to go to Suosuo, but when she thought about her son Luo Jiaming's recent state, she could only repeat the same old tune and bring up the issue that Zhu Suosuo had been avoiding.

"Auntie, Jiaming and I aren't a good match, and I already have a boyfriend—"

  

Helpless, Zhu Suosuo could only bring up Han Tao, saying that she already had a boyfriend and would not consider anyone else.

But Auntie wouldn't let it go: "SuoSuo, it's not that I'm saying anything, but you've only known each other for a few days and don't know each other well enough. How can you draw conclusions so early?"

Do you know that there are a lot of people on the market who like to rent cars to pretend to be rich, specifically targeting naive and pretty girls like you?

"Auntie, Brother Han is a teacher at Shanghai University, and he lives right next door to the Nansun family. He's really not a fraud—"

Zhu Suosuo sighed and had no choice but to give a detailed introduction to Han Tao's background.

She felt helpless. Her aunt's incessant nagging created a suffocating feeling, as if she had become a child bride in the old society.

This made her want to move out of the house as soon as possible, and she couldn't delay any longer.

It's not that Zhu Suosuo doesn't know how to repay kindness. She was abandoned by her mother when she was young, and her father was a seaman who was rarely home, so she could only live with her uncle.

Although Luo Jiaming and she grew up under the same roof, she couldn't feel any of that childhood sweetheart feeling.

On the contrary, Luo Jiaming's existence constantly reminded her of the unhappiness of her childhood.

She will always remember that not long after moving to her uncle's house, her uncle and aunt took Luo Jiaming to a wedding banquet, but locked her alone at home.

If there had been a fire that night, she probably would have been burned to death long ago, without even a chance to escape, because the door was locked tight.

Of course, she also knew that her uncle and aunt were good people and had never mistreated her.

With the living expenses sent by her father, she was doing quite well in terms of food, clothing, and shelter.

Zhu Suosuo also understood that her uncle and aunt were not saints, and she couldn't expect them to treat her as well as her own parents.

But I just can't get over this mental hurdle. Without comparison, there is no hurt.

Speaking of Luo Jiaming, he has no opinions of his own and listens to his mother in everything.

Even though he has graduated and is working now, he is still a child in his aunt's eyes.

Let alone anything major, even if she didn't eat a good meal, my aunt would treat it as a major crisis, comforting and coaxing her with heartache.

Looking at herself, from childhood to adulthood, in order to live a better life in this family, she could only learn to read people's expressions and make them happy.

She could only pretend not to care about her aunt's differential treatment and pickiness, suppressing her grievances and pain in her heart.

Although I am grateful to my uncle's family for taking me in, I can repay that gratitude in other ways, but I cannot offer my love and marriage in return.

Because she knew better than anyone that even if she reluctantly married Luo Jiaming, given her aunt's doting and protective nature towards him, she would only make more mistakes and would never meet her aunt's expectations.

Just then, upon hearing that Zhu Suosuo had a new boyfriend, Luo Jiaming felt as if his most precious possession had been taken away.

Bang! He stormed into the room, slammed the door shut, sat down on the bed, and began to sulk.

My aunt was so startled by the sudden sound of the door closing that she trembled, and the smile on her face instantly froze on her lips.

She rushed to the bedroom door, raised her hand and gently knocked on the door, her voice full of urgency and heartache: "Jiaming! Jiaming, open the door! Let's talk this out, don't act like a child!"

The food is all on the table. It's your favorite braised fish. If you leave it any longer, it'll get completely cold, and the fishy smell will come out and it won't taste good!

Luo Jiaming was determined not to open the door, so no matter how much she called, the door remained tightly shut, and the room was quiet without any response.

Helpless, his aunt knocked twice more, her voice softening and pleading: "Son, please don't lock yourself in there and get angry with yourself!"

Mom begs you, son, please come out and have a meal, okay?

"Man is made of iron, food is made of steel; starving yourself like this will ruin your health!"

Finally, Luo Jiaming's muffled voice came from the bedroom, heavy with disappointment and resentment even through the door: "I'm not eating. You guys eat, don't worry about me."

"How can I ignore you?" Auntie's fingers were digging into the doorframe in a panic, her voice growing increasingly anxious. "Come out, Mom wants to have a good talk with you. Don't stay in your room and dwell on things."

"There's nothing to talk about," Luo Jiaming's voice was slightly hoarse and suppressed. "I don't want to see anyone right now. You guys can eat out; don't save me dinner."

"Sigh—" Zhu Suosuo looked at the tightly closed door, her feelings complicated.

She knew Luo Jiaming's feelings for her all these years, but love is never about pity, and she couldn't force herself to compromise just because she felt indebted.

She clenched her fists, her steps faltering as she intended to step forward and offer some words of advice, ultimately choosing to remain silent.

Some knots in one's heart cannot be untied by the advice of others; Luo Jiaming can only slowly figure them out on his own.

Uncle Luo Youfu, who was standing nearby, also sighed, stepped forward, tugged at his wife's arm, and whispered, "Alright, the more you hit the child, the more rebellious he'll become. Jiaming is an adult now, not a child."

Let him calm down in his room for a while; he'll come out naturally once his anger subsides.

"Calm down? How can he be calm!" Auntie abruptly shook off her husband's hand, her eyes slightly red, and lowered her voice full of resentment. "At least I know Jiaming and Suosuo well, so I can rest assured about living together in the future."

What happened next? A boyfriend of unknown origin suddenly appeared, and the neighbors were all talking about it. How could Jiaming bear this blow?

"Watch your words, how did you come to be of dubious origin?"

Luo Youfu frowned, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction, "Suosuo has grown up and has the right to pursue her own happiness."

We can't force Jiaming to repay her kindness with a lifetime of marriage just because she likes him.

"It's just gossip from neighbors; we don't need to worry about what others think when we live our lives."