After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage - Chapter 763
Chapter 763: Chapter 763: You Deserve It
The baby in her arms couldn’t fall back asleep and started crying, making her even more irritable.
“What I bought is for the baby and the household, take a look for yourself. If there’s anything for me, Ye Qiuqiu, I’ll immediately return it and give you the money!” She dropped everything onto the floor with her hands loosened, looking unwell and said, “The baby is hungry, I’m going upstairs to feed her.”
Ye Qiuqiu went upstairs, Mrs. Chen rummaged through the shopping bags and upon seeing that it was all the child’s stuff, grumbled, “If it’s not yours, then it’s not, why keep a straight face?”
By the time Chen Haobo came home from work, before he even had the chance to go to his room and kiss his daughter, his mother pulled him aside.
“Mum, what are you doing?”
“You talk some sense into Qiuqiu. What kind of temper is that? She hides in the room for half a day after I say a few words to her.”
Chen Haobo felt a headache coming on, “Mum, what did you say to her again?”
“What do you mean I said to her? Where did I go wrong? It’s one thing for Qianqian to be taken everywhere despite being so little, but think about how much money was spent.” Mrs. Chen pointed to the items on the ground, “Look at this, it’s all your money being spent!”
“His money? Mum, don’t forget that my savings were put together with Haobo’s, half of that is mine,” said Ye Qiuqiu, who came down upon hearing her husband’s voice and happened to hear Mrs. Chen’s words.
“Your savings? With the daily expenses and the cost of having the baby and the celebration, you guys spent all that savings a long time ago. Now Haobo is the only one working, isn’t it his money you’re spending?”
Seeing Ye Qiuqiu’s face change, Chen Haobo immediately took hold of her and said to Mrs. Chen, “Mum, don’t say too much!”
“Can’t I even talk now?” Chen Haobo’s words only made Mrs. Chen less convinced. “I know, it’s because I didn’t let Qianqian be hospitalized last time; you’re not happy with me now!”
She defended herself, “I’ve worked day and night for this household, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning, don’t I at least deserve some credit? How can you talk to your mother like this now?”
Chen Haobo felt a headache, “I didn’t mean to criticize you, but your words just now were hurtful. Can’t you consider other people’s feelings when you speak?”
“That’s just how Mum is, if you can’t stand it, don’t listen!” Mrs. Chen threw the clothes she was holding onto the couch, “She doesn’t need your sympathy. She stays at home all day, and aside from nursing the child, she doesn’t have to do anything. Even when she was working, she would wash dishes and mop the floor!”
“Let’s go back to our room,” said Chen Haobo, unable to listen any longer, pulling Ye Qiuqiu along.
Back in their room, Chen Haobo noticed Ye Qiuqiu’s eyes were red, and his heart suddenly panicked.
“Qiuqiu, don’t overthink it. Mum is blunt, just ignore her,” he said.
Ye Qiuqiu replied, “When Qianqian is six months old, I’ll wean her, and I want to go back to work.”
“But who will take care of the child? Mum is rough, and I don’t trust her to do it,” Chen Haobo embraced Ye Qiuqiu, “I know you’ve been wronged, I’m sorry. As soon as we save enough money, we’ll immediately go look for a house and make a down payment. If we live separately from Mum, you won’t have to listen to her nagging, okay?”
“You mean it?” she said.
“Yes, I mean it,” he confirmed.
Ye Qiuqiu’s eyes warmed, and she shed tears in his embrace.
Chen Haobo helped her wipe her tears and coaxed her, “I bought you a gift, do you want to see it?”
Ye Qiuqiu voiced her desire to see it.
Chen Haobo took out a rectangular jewelry box. Ye Qiuqiu looked inside and saw a platinum necklace with a beautiful Red Tourmaline pendant.
“It must’ve been expensive, right?”
“Not too expensive, I just thought it suited you so I bought it,” Chen Haobo helped her put on the necklace, “When I make more money, I’ll get you a ruby, that will look even better.”
“No need.”
“Yes, you’re worth it,” he insisted.
