Free Web NovelChapter 949: Chapter 946: The Price of Love 1
The car drove unobtrusively through the bustling city.
Huang’s mom was oddly excited; she received too many gifts today: scarves, gloves, suits, and various skincare products... all top-quality items.
Zhou Ting was always generous, but such extravagance was rare even for her.
She was beaming in the car: "Relatives say Xiaojue has good taste and good fortune. Actually, I’m the one with good fortune to have such a wonderful daughter-in-law..."
Zhou Ting chuckled, her gaze inadvertently falling on the scarf around her neck: "This scarf looks nice, when did you buy it?"
Huang’s mom was taken aback and immediately removed the scarf, awkwardly: "This... I don’t want this scarf anymore..."
"Did Yan Xixi buy it?"
Huang’s mom was a bit embarrassed and quickly said: "I remember this scarf being quite expensive back then, so I didn’t have the heart to throw it away, but now, I don’t want it, I’ll throw it away soon..."
"That’s not what I meant, I just thought the scarf looked good..."
Huang’s mom dismissed it: "I’m just getting old and forgetful. I don’t want to keep any of Yan Xixi’s things. She even dared to hit me back then; I’ve never been insulted like that in my life..."
She only took a few bags from her boutique, and yet it turned into a fight. How different from Zhou Ting, who is so generous, so open-hearted?
As they approached a traffic light, Huang’s mom rolled down the window and casually threw the scarf beside a large trash can, muttering to herself: "I really don’t want to see any of her things, it was my mistake... Zhou Ting, I’m sorry..."
Zhou Ting smiled: "What does it matter? I was just casually asking."
Huang’s mom spoke earnestly: "I’m just like that, if someone treats me well, I’ll double it back. Zhou Ting, you’ve been so filial to me; how could I not treat you wholeheartedly? Rest assured, Xiaojue will be absolutely devoted to you too. If he ever makes you even slightly unhappy, I’ll definitely scold him. Xiaojue’s greatest virtue is his devotion; he’ll surely be wholehearted to you for his entire life..."
"Then I’ll thank Mom in advance..."
Following this minor incident, Huang’s mom made a concerted effort to curry favor with Zhou Ting, who responded casually. Her mind drifted to the scarf that Huang Xiaojue wore daily; it was the same style as Huang’s mom’s.
Clearly, it was also gifted by Yan Xixi.
Even after so long since breaking up, he still wore it every day.
She let out a cold laugh, feeling like she had a cat clawing at her heart.
Breaking up? No cooperation?
No, she never even considered it.
She just hated Yan Xixi.
In fact, when Huang Xiaojue suddenly erupted in fury that day, she was almost scared to death. People are like that; if it’s not the east wind overwhelming the west, then it’s the other way around. Previously, Huang Xiaojue wouldn’t say a word, always silent — she always thought he was "bread-like" — Yes, according to Northerners, just "bread-like" — no matter how handsome or capable he was, he always seemed so flat.
But when he truly raged in her presence, she suddenly found him elevated — not only did he demonstrate masculinity, unlike other rich young men: he wasn’t deliberately pleasing, no greed — not going after money, nor for power.
The person the Zhou family deliberately sought for as Prince Consort, isn’t it someone like him?
How to let go of such a good man, impossible to find even with a lantern?
She just couldn’t bear to do so.
The day before her discharge, Old Zhang once again sent an envoy for a visit.
The person stayed for only ten minutes; just as they left, Zhang Xiang entered.
