Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: This Man Is Unreliable

Qi Fenglian had no idea about her husband’s sordid thoughts; her mind was fully occupied with her child back in her hometown, and the injustices she faced upon returning home.

So, when she got home, she grabbed Zhang Jisheng and let it all out.

Zhang Jisheng frowned as well when he heard that his own mother had poured out the milk powder for his nephew, leaving his son so hungry he had become skinny.

”Enough, stop crying. No one’s to blame, I told you from the beginning, we shouldn’t have come this far for work, but you insisted. With no one to look after the child, entrusting him to two old folks, it’s inevitable they’d neglect him; after all, they’re getting on in years!” Zhang Jisheng was impatient with Qi Fenglian’s sobbing.

Qi Fenglian felt a chill in her heart. She certainly knew this, but when she spoke out, she just wanted her husband’s support, yet instead of comforting her, he blamed her.

Is this the attitude a husband should have?

”Without coming out to work, where would the milk powder come from? Where would the money come from? Are you able to give all your money to your mother?” Qi Fenglian sneered, ”I did give, but did she spend a cent on Baobao? She hoarded it, and I bet it all went to my younger brother and his wife!”

Didn’t she know that the two old folks favored the younger brother? Even when buying a house, who knows how much they quietly contributed, thinking she wouldn’t know?

Isn’t it just because they look down on her and Zhang Jisheng for being uneducated and unsuccessful!

”Look at you, starting to argue again! What giving it to your brother, your brother and his wife can make their own money, so why would they need ours?” Zhang Jisheng’s face darkened.

”They can make money, have bought a house in the city, and left the two old folks to us without giving a dime. Your mother, in front of everyone, says how successful her younger son is, how capable her daughter-in-law is. Has she ever praised you? She just looks down on us. And here you are, giving her heaps of money, thinking she’ll speak well of you? Pah, she only ever thinks about your brother,” Qi Fenglian sneered coldly.

Zhang Jisheng hated being compared to his brother the most. They were incomparable, and so he gave all his earnings back home to let his mother know he made as much as his younger brother.

But the truth might be that his money had all been secretly given to supplement his younger brother’s household, and that stung. Now that Qi Fenglian had brought up the comparison again, his annoyance grew even further.

”If we don’t give it to her, who will help with the child?” Zhang Jisheng said angrily.

Qi Fenglian wiped away her tears and said, ”Zhang Jisheng, I’ve figured it out. Give your salary to her if you want, and let her give it to your brother if she likes. As for my salary, it will go towards supporting the three of us. I’ve thought it over, once Xiao Bao grows up, and can walk and talk, I’ll bring him here to go to kindergarten.”

Zhang Jisheng was stunned.

Bringing him here, wouldn’t that create an uproar at home not seeing their grandchild?

”We both have to work, how would we take care of the child?” Zhang Jisheng furrowed his brows.

”Leaving him at the kindergarten would still be better than him being fed one day and starving the next,” Qi Fenglian lay down and turned her back to him, going to sleep.

She had come to a clear realization—this man was not very reliable after all; she had to rely on herself.

Zhang Jisheng lay down in a daze, pulling the lamp cord.

”You’ve come back to work today, will Cheng Su still go to the store tomorrow?” Zhang Jisheng suddenly asked.

”What would she come to the store for when I’m there? She’s got exams to worry about. Why?” Qi Fenglian said.

”Nothing. When she’s in the store, I don’t even dare to go eat!” Zhang Jisheng admitted, the thought of Cheng Su’s eyes, which seemed to see right through people, scared him.

”That’s your own guilty conscience, thinking she’s out to get you,” Qi Fenglian huffed.

Zhang Jisheng turned over, reaching for Qi Fenglian’s waist.

”I’m going to sleep now. These few days taking care of Xiao Bao, I haven’t had a good night’s rest,” Qi Fenglian slapped his hand away.

Zhang Jisheng gave an embarrassed snort and turned away to sleep.