After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Liu Zhiyuan grabbed her in a fit of rage and turned to walk back.

"Slap!" Lan Yujuan slapped him across the face, and before he could react, she started cursing:

"Liu Zhiyuan! Are you brainless?"

Liu Zhiyuan was stunned by the blow. He raised his arm to retaliate, but then realized that Lan Yujuan's words had a hidden meaning, so he silently put his arm down.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his burning cheek, narrowed his eyes, and said fiercely, "What do you mean?"

Lan Yujuan abruptly shook off his arm, turned around, grabbed her daughter's hand, and said coldly:

"The county banks are closed, so we can't process it right now. But you can go to the provincial capital!"

"Check online first to see which banks in the provincial capital are open today, then we'll take a taxi there."

"The round trip only takes two or three hours, which is more than enough time!"

Liu Zhiyuan frowned after hearing this. "I think you're the one who's brainless!"

"This afternoon, Zhigang is bringing his girlfriend home for dinner, and Tingting will be back too. How can we possibly leave?"

"The three of us siblings haven't gotten together for a year. We're leaving tonight, so shouldn't we sit down and chat this afternoon?"

"Mom's old problem has flared up again; her back is hurting terribly. You'll have to cook dinner tonight."

Lan Yujuan calmly replied, "We're all young people. If there's anything important, we can talk about it via video in the group chat!"

"Are you confused about whether 80 yuan is more important, or your brothers chatting?"

"Go home and get your luggage first, then explain the situation to your family. Your parents and brother will definitely understand."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhiyuan immediately hesitated.

Lan Yujuan glanced at him and said calmly, "What are you afraid of?"

"We're all family. Do you really think your parents would use our 80 yuan to subsidize your younger brother?"

"Don't worry, your mother is always fair and impartial; she's definitely not that kind of person!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhiyuan felt a mix of emotions. "What do you know?!" he thought.

"Zhigang brought his girlfriend home today to discuss the wedding dowry!"

"My parents raised the three of us siblings and supported me and Tingting through college, so there wasn't much money left in the family."

Lan Yujuan lowered her eyes, gently pinched her daughter's hair, and said calmly:

"Didn't you say that you received nine years of free compulsory education, applied for a poverty subsidy in high school, and didn't spend much of your family's money?"

"Your tuition is only 3500 yuan a year, and your accommodation fee is only 800 yuan. You receive scholarships every year, and you started working part-time in your freshman year. Not only did you not spend your family's money, but you also frequently sent money home?"

"Besides, when we got married, we didn't buy a car or a house, nor did we give any dowry or gold jewelry. We just had a wedding banquet, and we still made tens of thousands of yuan—more than you made from your college graduation banquet!"

"Besides, since you started working, you've sent money to your mother almost every month without fail. You must have sent at least two or three hundred thousand yuan home, right?"

"How could your parents not have money?"

"Don't worry, your mom's just worried we'll squander the money. She'll just hold onto this 80 yuan for now; she won't have any other ideas!"

These were all stories Liu Zhiyuan told her when they were dating and taking walks together.

She remembered it all, and because of these past events, she was exceptionally understanding of him back then.

Lan Yujuan's words struck a chord with Liu Zhiyuan, directly touching his deepest vulnerability, and a feeling of grievance instantly welled up within him.

Can you truly treat your parents equally?

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother!" Liu Zhiyuan gave in.

"This 80 yuan was originally intended for our family to buy a house; it doesn't matter who gets it!"

Still worried, Liu Zhiyuan added in a stern voice, "Don't squander this 80!"

Lan Yujuan nodded seriously, "Mm."

"Don't worry, I won't spend a single penny of this 80. Even if I do spend it, it will definitely be on your daughter."

Liu Zhiyuan turned his head, glanced at his daughter, and chuckled softly.

"Tch, she's just a little brat, all she knows is sweets. How much money could she possibly spend? Let her spend it freely!"

Lan Yujuan knew that the 80 yuan she received last night was temporarily settled.

A family of three was walking back from the county town.

On the way home, Lan Yujuan said softly:

"I don't care who has that 80 yuan. The key question is, how are you going to explain this to your mother when you get home?"

"What if she insults you or causes trouble?"

On the rural bus, Liu Zhiyuan was resting with his eyes closed when he heard this and waved his hand.

"What can I do if the bank won't open? Let her make a scene if she wants!"

"At worst, just give her your bank card, but don't tell her the PIN."

Although Liu Zhiyuan was impulsive at times, he was very clear-headed when it came to certain things.

Once my parents know I can make a lot of money, they will definitely use their savings to subsidize my younger brother and sister.

But it's different with my wife; in her heart, I am the most important one!

Thinking of this, Liu Zhiyuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He gently stroked Lan Yujuan's hand, tilted his head closer, and whispered in a low, hoarse voice:

"When I go home next time, let's try for a son!"

As the car turned, Lan Yujuan, suppressing her disgust, pushed the person away, saying, "There are many turns, so sit properly!"

Unexpectedly, the car collided with an oncoming ambulance at the bend and had to brake suddenly!

"Bang!" Liu Zhiyuan fell heavily into the aisle.

He awkwardly got up, his face flushed with anger, and cursed, "Damn it, how do you drive?"

The driver quickly turned around and apologized, "I'm sorry, that ambulance was driving too fast!"

Liu Zhiyuan rubbed his lower back and sat down in the nearest empty seat, grumbling.

Lan Yujuan turned her head directly to look at the scenery outside the window.

She couldn't understand how she could have been so blind to have fallen for such a vulgar and selfish man.

The ambulance sped past, siren blaring.

Lan Yujuan turned around abruptly; she thought she saw a familiar figure in the car opposite...