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By the time Zhang Zhiguo received the message and returned from the fields to his own courtyard, he saw his obese son and similarly plump betrothed ’daughter-in-law’ laughing and chatting with his lazy wife, presenting the image of a perfect family. He frowned deeply, expressionless as he stepped into the courtyard.
"Dad, you’re back." Zhang Dongliang, upon seeing his own father, called out softly, then helped Lin Aimei to her feet and introduced her, "Xiao Mei, this is our Dad."
"Dad." Lin Aimei glanced timidly at her husband, then gently and shyly called out to Zhang Zhiguo.
Before Zhang Zhiguo’s return, Lin Zhaodi had already informed her son and daughter-in-law that the scoundrel Lin Aiguo had already caused trouble because Lin Aimei had registered her marriage with Zhang Dongliang. Thus, after Lin Aiguo took some money, Lin Aimei already belonged to the Zhang Family.
When Lin Aimei heard this, her heart truly settled. As long as she followed the proper path and left her parental home, no matter how difficult the road, she could walk it well.
Seeing the clear disapproval of her father-in-law Zhang Zhiguo, she could only slightly thrust out her abdomen, revealing her pregnant belly.
Proud to be pregnant, that was Lin Aimei indeed.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhiguo not only did not show a hint of joy, but he couldn’t even be bothered to engage with her, not even uttering a grunt, instead sizing up his only son, "Tsk tsk, good son, you finally decided to come back? Where’s the money?"
Zhang Dongliang’s face tensed up, completely taken aback as his father, not seeing him for so long, asked about money the moment he saw him! He awkwardly called out, "Dad..."
"Don’t call me, first take out the money, then I can return it to your uncle." Zhang Zhiguo stretched out his hand straightforwardly, his old hand quivering a bit, urging him to hurry.
"Hey, what are you doing? The son just got back, why are you rushing for money? That money was supposed to be borrowed for you by that old bone, can’t you return it yourself? Why demand it from Dabao!"
Lin Zhaodi immediately protested, stepping in front of her son and slapped away the hand reaching in front of her, loudly quarreling with Zhang Zhiguo.
Speaking of which, ever since that wretched girl got married, the Zhang Family hasn’t had a peaceful day! Although the old man wasn’t usually affectionate, the couple still communicated.
Nowadays, the old man hardly ever stays at home, and he even prefers the company of that family of old bones over coming home, acting as if she was dead. If he didn’t come home to sleep every night, she’d think she was practically a widow!
Actually, it was hardly any different; how long had it been since that old man had touched her!
"Just because there’s so much going on at home, all caused by him!" Zhang Zhiguo said contemptuously, glaring at Lin Aimei, then looking toward his son who hung his head like a quail, his eyes showing absolute disgust.
"Dad, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault." Lin Aimei, upon being glared at by her father-in-law Zhang Zhiguo, felt a pang in her heart and quickly apologized in a low voice.
When she returned, she knew she would be reprimanded, but she thought she could minimize the issue by relying on the fact that she was pregnant.
Unexpectedly, while she expected Lin Zhaodi to continue to hassle her, she was surprised that upon seeing her swollen belly, Lin Zhaodi let her off. Instead, the father-in-law she thought might pass over it lightly took an entirely contrary attitude and targeted her!
Zhang Zhiguo completely ignored Lin Aimei, his gaze fixed solely on Zhang Dongliang, his only son.
"Dad... that money, it’s all gone." Although Zhang Dongliang was not very successful and had been taught by Lin Zhaodi to be somewhat selfish, he never lied to his father.
"Just like your mother’s good son! When you left, did you ever think that your old parents might be tormented to death by Lin Aiguo? Is his sister so good that you’re willing to commit the unfilial acts of theft and abandoning your parents?"
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