Hualing’s voice was shrill and sharp, and Chen Shouwang hurried over to close the door, pulling her aside and said, holding back his anger, "I’m not saying I won’t give it to you, it’s just, there are so many places where money needs to be spent, right? When you said you wanted to sell the fan, we didn’t have enough money, and I even borrowed some. You know my allowance isn’t high, and we still need to pay for that fan. Baby, could you just bear with it and use your salary first? I promise, next month, I’ll give you every cent without fail."
Hualing tossed his hand off and screamed, "If there’s no money, then don’t sponsor those books and teachings, okay? We’re married now, we have our own small home, and of course, we should take care of our own family first. If you can’t afford it, why are you pretending to be the Big Head?"
Not waiting for him to respond, she continued, "And that fan, you talk as if it’s only for my use. Didn’t you enjoy it too? Now you’re blaming me. Complaining about no money and blaming your wife, Chen Shouwang, are you even a man?"
"I’m not blaming you, I’m just asking you to use your salary first, is that really not okay?" Chen Shouwang said in a deep voice.
Hualing sneered, "Sure, how could that not be okay? Just admit it in one sentence, that you’re nothing but a pretty boy living off a woman, and that will do, I’ll support you and this household!"
Hearing these humiliating words, Chen Shouwang couldn’t hold back any longer and stood up, yelling, "Hualing, don’t go too far!"
"I’m going too far? Who’s really going too far? You’re a man who can’t even support his family, yet still depends on his wife. Let’s ask others to judge who’s truly going too far," Hualing said and then tried to open the door.
Chen Shouwang wouldn’t let her go out and embarrass themselves; in the tugging, Hualing nearly fell to the ground.
She looked at him in shock, "Chen Shouwang, how dare you hit me?"
Chen Shouwang panicked, "I didn’t hit you, it’s just that I was too forceful."
Hualing’s tears started to fall, "I married you, and haven’t enjoyed a single day of happiness. Now you won’t even provide for the household, and you hit me, you hit me, wuu wuu."
Chen Shouwang felt as if his head was as big as a bull, clutching it as he paced around, "So what do you want me to do? The family is waiting to use money, if I don’t take care of it, am I still fit to be called a son? Am I still human?"


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