Chapter 105: Sister-in-law
Lan Qingman hadn’t expected Qin Wenze to actually up and leave just like that.
She was furious.
’So none of them take me seriously, huh?’
’Fine, then I’m definitely going to make a scene today.’
She quickly packed her clothes—stuffing them into a wicker suitcase—then picked it up and headed out.
As she was going downstairs, she happened to run into Mrs. Qin, who was coming up.
Seeing her looking like she was about to run away from home, Mrs. Qin couldn’t help but frown. "What do you think you’re doing?"
Lan Qingman was in the heat of her anger this time and had lost any semblance of respect.
She sneered, "Your precious son doesn’t want to be married to me anymore. Fine, then I’ll just go back to my parents’ house—"
Mrs. Qin didn’t believe her son would say such a thing.
If her elder son really did say that, then this elder daughter-in-law must have said or done something to cause it.
"Are you really going to pull a stunt like this today?"
Hearing this only made Lan Qingman even angrier.
’Just listen to that. Are those the words a mother-in-law should say?’
’She’s not trying to smooth things over; instead, it’s as if she can’t wait for me to leave.’
"Ma, it’s not me making a scene. It’s obvious the Qin family can’t tolerate me. Fine, I won’t stay—"
She carried the wicker suitcase downstairs with deliberate slowness.
Right up until she walked out the main gate of the Qin family home, she never saw her mother-in-law come to stop her.
Instantly, tears of grievance streamed down her face. ’The Qin family are such bullies!’
Filled with a bellyful of fire, she stormed back to the Lan family home.
At that moment, the Lan Family members were also getting ready for bed.
They were shocked to see her back at this hour. "What happened? Why do you have a suitcase?"
"Dad, Mom, the Qin family are such bullies, and Qin Wenze even got into a fight with me—" Lan Qingman explained the argument and what had caused it.
Naturally, the Lan Family members all sided with Lan Qingman.
Mother Lan, in particular, was furious.
"Then you just stay here for now. Let them sweat—"
Lan Qingman nodded. "This time, if the Qin family doesn’t come and beg me to go back, I’m not going back—"
Lan Qingman’s sister-in-law almost rolled her eyes.
’Has she had it too good for too long? To still be so dramatic.’
’The Qin family’s youngest son got married today, and she chooses now to cause a scene—isn’t she just deliberately trying to make the Qin Family despise her?’
’Heh, the Qin family is such a good family! And here she is, being so ungrateful and causing trouble—I just hope she doesn’t end up ruining her comfortable life.’
* * *
Fu Mingxue knew nothing about this.
Of course, even if she did know, she wouldn’t have cared. ’None of my damn business.’
Remembering she was now in the Qin family home, she woke up bright and early.
After washing up and changing her clothes, just as she was about to open the door, she saw a tall, valiant-looking woman in a military uniform.
Her eyes and brows bore a slight resemblance to Mrs. Qin’s. Fu Mingxue had a good guess as to her identity and was just about to open her mouth to greet her.
But the other woman spoke first. "Hello, sister-in-law! I’m Wenhao’s older sister, Qin Wenying."
"I’m very sorry about yesterday. I was on a mission and couldn’t make it back in time for your wedding."
Fu Mingxue quickly shook her head. "It’s fine, it’s fine. The mission is more important." ’No wonder I didn’t see her yesterday.’
"This is my red envelope for you; please take it." Qin Wenying pulled a rather thick-looking red envelope from her pocket and placed it directly into Fu Mingxue’s hands.
She said in a tone that brooked no refusal, "Don’t refuse. Take it."
"—Thank you, sister!" ’She’s my older sister-in-law, so calling her ’sister’ is right.’
When Qin Wenying heard the word "sister," she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
’I’m starting to understand why my stone-faced little brother agreed to get married—he definitely fell for this girl’s looks.’
’Otherwise, he would never have been so obedient to the family.’
’Still, she’s definitely a lot easier on the eyes than our eldest sister-in-law.’
"You’re welcome. Breakfast is ready downstairs."