CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 152 THE WIFE IS ANGRY

Indeed, Fang Pingying did care about the money, but she also felt that Luo Zhiyong’s indulgence towards Luo Zhiming was excessive. If this habit persisted, it would be even harder to correct, as it would only exacerbate his reluctance to help around the house.

Therefore, Fang Pingying tried to relax and softly asked Luo Zhiyong, "Zhiyong, don’t you think you’re being too indulgent towards Zhiming?"

Luo Zhiyong was aware that he had given more money this time than usual. He nodded and explained softly, "Well, but it’s just for this month."

Fang Pingying looked at him and said, "Zhiyong, let me tell you how much money Zhiming has spent during this time."

"We left home not even half a month ago. I don’t know how much money Fang Xiu has given to Zhiming, but she definitely gave him some. However, on the day we left, I saw mom secretly giving him five yuan, then at the train station you gave him another five, and today ten. In less than half a month since coming to the provincial city without earning any money, he has spent 20 yuan. How much is his monthly salary?"

After saying that, Fang Pingying remembered something else and added, "Also, I paid for the train ticket on the day we came."

Luo Zhiyong was unaware of these details because Luo Zhiming had lied to him, saying he brought no money from home, just some clothes, and that he couldn’t afford to buy anything usually.

He thought that a person living away from home inevitably needs to spend money, so he gave him more.

But having given the money, he couldn’t ask for it back. He still tried to persuade Fang Pingying, saying, "Let it be, we just arrived in the provincial city. It’s a place where one has to spend money. It can’t be helped. He’ll settle down soon."

"When will he settle down? If he doesn’t, does that mean you’ll spend 15 dollars every month to keep him in the provincial city?" Fang Pingying, thinking of how 15 dollars could sustain their food for a month, angrily added, "And as far as I estimate, it is not just about supporting him, but also the women involved with him."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiyong became unhappy. His expression turned serious as he said, "Pingying, I think you have some prejudice against Zhiming. Today, you only heard Juzi’s side without seeing things for yourself, and concluded that Zhiming is messing around with other women. Besides, it’s just a matter of ten or so yuan. If you’re unwilling, I won’t give it next month. Why make such a fuss about it?"

"Whatever you say, I’ve told you now. If he gets into trouble later, don’t bring it to me." After saying this, Fang Pingying turned around, closed her eyes, and didn’t want to talk to Luo Zhiyong anymore.

Watching Fang Pingying’s retreating back, Luo Zhiyong knew he had spoken too harshly, and she was angry.

Yet, as a man, what’s said is said, and he couldn’t apologize right away. So, he stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the back of Fang Pingying’s head.

Fang Pingying lay on her side, her mind in disarray. She had been busy in the city during the day, and at night she had spent the whole evening persuading Juzi, finally too tired to stay awake any longer, and fell asleep while thinking.

But Luo Zhiyong behind her hadn’t fallen asleep, and kept his eyes open, waiting for Fang Pingying to turn towards him, looking for an opportunity to ease the tension between them.

As he waited, he eventually heard Fang Pingying’s steady breathing, realizing she must have fallen asleep. He smiled helplessly, gently turned her over, and tenderly pulled her into his arms.

Fang Pingying, disturbed in her sleep, felt uncomfortable and slightly furrowed her brow.

Luo Zhiyong looked down at her for a while, shook his head, and thought to himself how his wife’s temper was truly not easy, prone to anger.

But despite her many flaws, he still deeply cherished her.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then held her as they both fell asleep.

The next morning, when Fang Pingying woke up, Luo Zhiyong had already gone for training.

She recalled the upsetting incident from last night and pursed her lips, realizing that what angered her the most wasn’t that Luo Zhiyong accused her of being prejudiced against Luo Zhiming, but that he was too indulgent towards Luo Zhiming.

In his previous life, it was exactly because his family pampered him too much that he dared to do anything, thinking that he could always rely on his older brother to solve his problems, so he never knew fear.

Like this job search, he was nonchalant because he knew Luo Zhiyong would definitely take care of him, which led him to not take his tasks seriously, readily giving up on one employer for another as if all the jobs in the provincial city were waiting for him.

Moreover, Luo Zhiyong repeatedly emphasized yesterday that she cared about the money, which also made her really uncomfortable, as if in his eyes, she had never done anything for his family except for caring about money.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Fang Pingying had originally planned to get up and make breakfast, but eventually, she lay back down, too lazy to move, and let him eat in the cafeteria.

Other women also didn’t get up so early in the morning; their men either handled it themselves or ate in the cafeteria. It was only because she worried the cafeteria food wouldn’t suit his taste and that he wouldn’t be full enough that she went through the trouble to cook different breakfasts for him every morning.

Today, she just didn’t feel like doing it.

For some reason, whether the training ended earlier or Luo Zhiyong came back early, he returned home twenty minutes sooner than usual.

As soon as he entered and didn’t hear any noises from the kitchen or Fang Pingying calling him, he knew his wife was still angry and hadn’t gotten up to make breakfast.

Her temper really lasted a long while; after a whole night, he had almost forgotten about it, but she was still visibly upset.

Luo Zhiyong shook his head with a wry smile, wiped the sweat off, and entered the bedroom.

Fang Pingying had heard the door open just now and knew it was him. She deliberately turned her body, facing away from him.

Luo Zhiyong approached, leaned on one hand by the bedside, and using the other hand, forcefully turned her towards him, then lowering his head to look at her, "What’s wrong, are you still angry?"

Fang Pingying closed her eyes, not looking at him, and said faintly, "No."

Luo Zhiyong watched her and chuckled softly, pinching her face gently as he laughed, "You say no, but look, your lips are pouted enough to hang an oil bottle."

Fang Pingying opened her eyes, pushed his hand away, frowned at him, "Don’t you have to work today? Hurry and take a shower, then go eat breakfast in the cafeteria. Don’t waste time, or else it will be my fault again later."

"Alright, alright, it’s my fault. I was wrong about what I said yesterday. I understand about Zhiming now, I’ll make some time in the next few days to go check on it." Luo Zhiyong had thought about it last night; he felt Xiao Juzi probably wasn’t making it up and there might really be something going on, planning to go see it in the afternoon.

Hearing Luo Zhiyong admitting his mistake eased Fang Pingying’s heart a bit, but she still didn’t want to deal with him and even rolled her eyes at him, purposely saying, "Don’t bother, I was just squeezing Zhiming, and I said that on purpose. Wouldn’t it be a waste of time if you went?"(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)