Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Demanding
You don’t visit relatives on the first day of the new year.
Besides, Fu Mingxue and her mother didn’t have many relatives left to visit.
After all, things had gotten so ugly with the Fu family that they no longer visited each other.
Before, Mrs. Fu had still sent holiday gifts to the two elders of the Fu family to keep up appearances.
This year, she had grown a spine and simply sent nothing.
This had angered Old Mrs. Fu so much that she spent the holiday cursing them at home for ages.
They were leaving tomorrow.
Mrs. Fu had already sold her position at work as soon as they decided to leave.
She even got five hundred yuan for it.
Now, the mother and daughter were at home, packing their things.
"Son-in-law, what are we going to do with all this stuff?"
"Mom, just get everything packed. I’ll take it to the post office this afternoon and mail it."
Mrs. Fu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that.
"Oh, that’s wonderful."
They had already done most of the packing, so now they were just tidying up the last of their things.
As for the leftover food, she planned on making one last meal that night. Whatever they couldn’t take with them, she’d give to the neighbors she was friendly with.
No one was particularly well-off these days, so they certainly wouldn’t turn their noses up at it.
The most anxious one of all was Song Anxiao.
Ever since her past-life memories had awakened, she had been desperate to find Fu Mingxue.
But the three children at home were constantly holding her back.
If one wasn’t crying, another one was. It was endless, enough to drive her to a nervous breakdown.
Fu Mingxue was leaving tomorrow. If she didn’t go see her now, when would she ever get another chance?
’No,’ she thought, ’I have to go find her.’
"Mom, I have something really important to do. I’ll be out for a little while."
Without waiting for Mother Song to respond, she bolted out of the house.
But when she finally arrived at Fu Mingxue’s front door, she hesitated.
’What should I say to Fu Mingxue?’
’That she was supposed to be my sister-in-law?’
Just then, the Fu family’s front door opened.
The person opening it was none other than Fu Mingxue herself.
When she saw Song Anxiao, a look of disgust flashed in her eyes. "Song Anxiao, what are you doing loitering at my front door?"
Song Anxiao’s expression stiffened.
’I just saw her a few days ago, but because of these awakened memories... it feels like we’re separated by two lifetimes.’
Her face was rigid. "Sister-in-law—"
Fu Mingxue narrowed her eyes, her expression turning dangerous. "Song Anxiao, are you out of your mind? Who are you calling sister-in-law?"
’Heh. What an ungrateful wretch.’
’In our past life, I gave her intensive tutoring, helping that blockhead of hers get into a junior college.’
’And what was the result? After she started school, she looked down on me, her sister-in-law, at every turn.’
’She was always glaring daggers at me but never once called me sister-in-law.’
’And now she’s calling me that? Don’t tell me—’ Her eyes narrowed as she sized up the person before her.
Song Anxiao knew that calling her "sister-in-law" was inappropriate.
"Mingxue, I heard you’re leaving tomorrow. Can I borrow some of your study materials?"
"Borrow them from me? In your dreams. Don’t even think about it."
Song Anxiao hadn’t expected such a blunt refusal and grew frantic. "Mingxue, it’s a waste to just let those study materials sit around! How about this? I’ll buy them from you."
She thought it over. ’Making Fu Mingxue my sister-in-law is definitely impossible now.’
’After all, my brother is in prison, and Fu Mingxue is married to someone else.’
’Getting Fu Mingxue to raise the three kids of the Song Family is even more impossible.’
’The only thing left is Fu Mingxue’s study materials. I need them.’
’I have to take the college entrance exam next year. I have to become a nurse so I can marry the man who becomes my husband in a few years.’
’But on my own... I’ve long since forgotten all the knowledge from my past life. There’s no way I can pass the exam.’
Fu Mingxue sneered. "Let me say it again: stop dreaming. I would rather throw my study materials away than give them to you. Stop wasting your breath and get lost—now."