Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 77 - 73: Feeling Sorry for the Wife

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Luo Zhiyong thought about it and felt that what Fang Pingying analyzed made sense indeed.

He knew his own mother’s temperament very well; these years, she had been thoroughly spoiled by Luo Dashan, thinking the whole world should revolve around her and she would get whatever she wanted.

Especially when it came to her daughter-in-law, he guessed she wouldn’t compromise easily.

Not to mention the issue of money, even if Fang Pingying were to take charge, his mother would still find ways to make trouble. By then, Fang Pingying would likely have an even harder time dealing with her.

Even if Fang Pingying could handle her, who would have the time to quarrel with her every day? It would be better to let her face some hardships so that she would back down eventually.

But Luo Zhiyong also felt heartache for his wife, feeling that this would be too much of a grievance for her.

She had already endured enough when she married him; now, for the sake of his family, she was being made to suffer like this, which made him feel quite distressed.

He looked at Fang Pingying, his eyes flashing with a hint of tenderness, and said softly, "You’re right, but with you running the business at home, and the business is now unstable since there are no more hawthorns in the village, you still have to spend money to buy goods, so you should always keep some money on you."

"I’ve made some money recently; I’ll just use that as capital. You don’t need to worry about it." Speaking of business, Fang Pingying suddenly remembered something.

She said to Luo Zhiyong, "However, I do want to discuss with you whether we can find a place in the village to build a simple brick hut before you return to the army. I’d like to work on things there instead of at home in the future."

Luo Zhiyong knew that Fang Pingying’s concern was because of what Fang Xiu and Zhou Yunmei had said earlier. A hint of anger surfaced on his face as he spoke, "Never mind what they say. You are free to use anything in the house; after all, we bought them with our own money."

To avoid putting Luo Zhiyong in a difficult position, Fang Pingying handled most matters without involving him, especially when it came to family issues, since she felt it was undignified for a man to get into squabbles with the women.

Particularly with Zhou Yunmei, she did not want there to be conflicts between mother and son, after which Zhou Yunmei would go around telling others how her son was unfilial after getting a wife.

Among those who liked to gossip, few would seriously analyze the situation, and eventually, the villagers would only talk about the faults of Luo Zhiyong.

Although she was not concerned about what others said, Fang Pingying did not want Luo Zhiyong to bear these gossips.

Yet knowing that her husband was defending her, she felt an extreme sense of sweetness.

Perhaps because of the lessons from her past life, she treasured what she had now, and was very dedicated to maintaining the relationship between husband and wife.

She believed that any relationship required the effort of both parties for nurture and care. If in the end, they still could not be together, at least she would have no regrets in this life.

She did not want to experience the regrets of her past life ever again.

She smiled at Luo Zhiyong and continued, "It’s not just about worrying they’ll be unhappy; our house is so small and we need to prepare meals three times a day. Sometimes, when things aren’t finished, it’s really troubling having to clear out the space. So, I was thinking about whether I could find a plot of land or a separate room to work in, so it won’t disrupt the household, and it would be more convenient for me."

After thinking for a while, Luo Zhiyong agreed in the end, "If that’s the case, it’s fine. Tomorrow I’ll ask my father to see if there is any vacant land at our place. In the next few days, I’ll call Zhiming, my father, and Cheng Fei from my second aunt’s family to come over and lend a hand to build a brick hut. It won’t take more than a day or two."

Because he suddenly remembered what Fang Pingying told Luo Honglan on the hilltop earlier today; she said the recipes for the things she made couldn’t be easily revealed to others, in case someone learned and copied them.

Today, Zhou Yunmei and Fang Xiu’s way of pressing Fang Pingying for money made him feel that sometimes family members are harder to guard against than strangers.

While he was at home, it would be good to get Fang Pingying settled with these things, so as to avoid any mishaps at home when he wasn’t around.

Seeing that he agreed, Fang Pingying gave him a grin and instructed him, "Alright then, you go have a look tomorrow, best not to pick a place too far from home, it’s not easy to manage."

It was rare to see Fang Pingying smiling like a child so cheerfully, and a hint of indulgence flashed in his eyes. He ruffled Fang Pingying’s hair, "Is such a trivial matter worth being so happy about?"

Fang Pingying didn’t miss the indulgence in his eyes; her heart stirred slightly, as if someone was lightly plucking at her heartstrings with a feather, creating a tingling sensation.

Suddenly, her face flushed, and she lowered her head slightly.

Luo Zhiyong looked up and saw her snow-white neck swaying before his eyes. As if by telepathy, Luo Zhiyong’s heart also felt a slight touch, and he reached out to pull Fang Pingying into his arms, without saying a word.

For some reason, a sense of reluctance surged in his heart. In a few days, he would no longer be able to see his wife every day, and he suddenly felt that the few months he had spent at home were so fleeting.

Unlike before, when every time he came back, he would leave for the military earlier than planned, unable to stay for as many days as he would have liked.

Fang Pingying looked up at him, and seeing the smile in his eyes, she gazed up at him and returned a gentle smile before wrapping her hands around his lean waist.

It was rare for the couple to have such a tender moment.

After sitting quietly for a while and noticing it was getting late, Fang Pingying went out to cook dinner.

In the kitchen, only Luo Honglan and Luo Cuilan were there. They were surprised to see Fang Pingying come out, thinking she would stay in all day due to being upset over the money issue.

Fang Pingying said with a smile, "If I were really angry, then I wouldn’t give the money to Mom. If I don’t want to give it, no one can take it."

Luo Cuilan was still worried about whether Zhou Yunmei would provide for her dowry, and she blurted out indignantly to Fang Pingying, "Big sister, why are you so easygoing? That money was earned by big brother and should be kept by you. Why give it to my mom?"

Fang Pingying found Luo Cuilan fascinating. A few days ago, for the sake of the dowry, she was eager to take all the money she had, and now she was saying this as if she had completely forgotten her words from a few days ago.

But Fang Pingying didn’t make a fuss, knowing in her heart what kind of person she was.

She chuckled, "Anyway, it’s all for the family’s sustenance. It’s the same whoever holds the money."

"That’s not the same at all. Didn’t you see? As soon as Mom got the money, Zhiming and his wife called Mom into their room. Not sure if it was to take the money." Luo Cuilan spoke, and then suddenly remembered something important and loudly exclaimed, "No, I can’t bear this loss, I need to ask for it too."

After finishing her sentence, she turned and left the room, knocking on Luo Zhiming’s door.

Fang Pingying let her go, guessing that she definitely wouldn’t get the money now.

Luo Zhongyong’s salary redemption slip was probably only arriving in the next couple of days. Zhou Yunmei had kept it a secret, but since it was not processed through Luo Zhiyong and had to be hidden from Luo Dashan, she surely wouldn’t dare to take it out to withdraw the money; naturally, she would only have the redemption slip at hand.

She would have to wait until the day after tomorrow, which was market day, to withdraw the money when she accompanied her.

Moreover, the most crucial point was that the redemption slip had Luo Zhiyong’s name on it; she couldn’t withdraw the money even if she wanted to. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)