Reborn in the 80s and Remarrying an Officer, Let the Ungrateful Cry! novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: I Owe the Dogs an Apology

When Mrs. Hao heard this, she stopped searching her pockets.

She looked as if she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"What did you say? The woman next door lent you five yuan? Cui Meihong, you’ve got some nerve. If you’re going to lie to me, at least come up with a better excuse."

"Her? Kind enough to lend you money?"

’Have we forgotten how badly we fight with that mother and daughter? And she thinks that woman, Fu, would lend her money?’

’That mother-daughter pair are notorious cheapskates.’

’Last time, on the train—they had so much food, and all that milk powder, but they wouldn’t even spare a single scoop for my grandson.’

’And now they’re lending her five yuan? She’d have better luck dreaming about it.’

"Mom, it’s true. I told Comrade Fu I didn’t have money to get the baby’s face treated, so she lent me some. Anyway, I’m taking her to get it looked at right now. She’s so little. What will she do when she grows up if her face is scarred?"

Mrs. Hao was dismissive. "So what if she has a scar? How could a slip of a girl not find a husband? There are plenty of old bachelors and widowers out there."

These words were so infuriating they brought tears to Cui Meihong’s eyes.

"My daughter’s face can be healed! She won’t marry a widower—"

"If it can be healed, then there’s no need for a hospital. Just keep her at home. Put some soy sauce on it for now. Later, I’ll go up the mountain and find some herbs to make a poultice. If it heals, it heals. If not, then that’s her fate."

In any case, spending money was out of the question.

Every single cent of the Hao family’s money was to be saved for her grandson.

"Also, you need to get to work. You just started, and you’re already late. Are you trying to get fired? Cui Meihong, let me tell you, I went through a lot of trouble to get you this job. If you don’t work hard and end up messing it up, I won’t be so nice. I’ll have my son divorce you—"

"With my son’s looks, he could probably marry someone even better without you."

The color drained from Cui Meihong’s face when she heard this.

The baby in her arms, perhaps sensing her mood swing, began to cry incessantly.

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