Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Song Yueqin, seething with anger, plopped down at the head of the kang bed and began to confront Zhang Juyun, "Why did I run back here? You ask me, but I have to ask you! Mom, what in the world were you thinking? Do you not want me to have good days ahead of me?"

"Yueqin, how can you talk to your mom like that?" Song Jincai came inside from outside and frowned upon hearing his daughter’s words.

"Dad, and you have the nerve to say something, too? I need to ask you as well! Am I still your beloved daughter or not?"

"I haven’t even questioned you yet, and here you are, finding fault with me first," Song Jincai said sternly, "What’s the matter with you? Why did you run back home on your very first wedding night?"

"I was chased back by the in-laws!" exclaimed Song Yueqin angrily.

"What? That old hag Li dares to chase you back? Why? What is Qin Fen even doing?" Zhang Juyun yelled, raising her voice.

"That’s what I should be asking you!" Song Yueqin threw a bundle of something in front of Zhang Juyun, "Look at what you’ve done! Is this your idea of a dowry for me?"

Zhang Juyun, startled by the thing Song Yueqin threw over, quickly reached out to catch it but was still a step too slow.

Song Jincai had already grabbed the item first, and his face turned ashen upon unwrapping the paper bundle, "Is this the dowry you gave Yueqin? Where’s the money I gave you? Where’s the two hundred yuan?"

"I put it away," Zhang Juyun stammered, "They didn’t bring any money themselves, why should I have to give money to them? Besides, what does my daughter’s dowry have to do with their family? Why should they covet my daughter’s money? And to chase people back home when they can’t get their hands on it? That’s not proper!"

Song Jincai was so frustrated that his veins were throbbing, and his eyes were almost bulging out, "You really are a confused old woman! Has your brain been kicked by a donkey! Weren’t you the one demanding red envelopes at the door today? How can you be so troublesome!"