Chapter 8 So eager to eat New Year's Eve dinner? How come you won't live to see next year?

Ling Yue sneered, "Mao Wenjie, you want me, a patient, to go to your house and cook New Year's Eve dinner? Are you alright?"

Mao Wenjie was used to Ling Yue's tolerance and concessions.

At this moment, he said very nonchalantly, "Didn't you say it yourself? Early-stage stomach cancer has no symptoms, the chances of a cure are extremely high, and you can eat and sleep without pain."

Immediately after, he adopted an 'I'm doing this for our own good' attitude, "This is the first time Maos Mother has proactively invited you. If you refuse, it's not giving Maos Mother face. How is that going to make her think of you?

She didn't really approve of us being together in the first place. I had to say everything I could just to finally get Maos Mother to nod in agreement. You can't drop the ball at a critical moment."

Ling Yue suddenly felt a bit unsteady.

She steadied herself against a wooden post and sat down in a chair, taking a long while to recover.

The truth might be painful.

Ling Yue would rather be in pain than deceive herself. "So, my illness is not as important as Maos Mother's face, is that right?"

Mao Wenjie was a bit impatient; sick women just loved to overthink things. "You're misinterpreting what I meant. I just want you to make a good impression in front of Maos Mother.

Don't you want to marry me sooner?"

This was his trump card.

Every time he mentioned marriage, Ling Yue would compromise, no matter how big the issue was.

Ling Yue found it laughable. "What makes you think I still want to marry you now?"

How dared she say such things?!

Mao Wenjie stared at the face on the screen in disbelief, his brows furrowed in anger. "Ling Yue, do you know what you're saying?"

Ling Yue pulled a mocking sneer. "Didn't hear me clearly? Then I'll say it again: you aren't worthy of marrying me.

I am your girlfriend. You didn't come to visit when I was hospitalized, which is fine, but you also expect me to go to your house while sick and be responsible for your family's New Year's Eve dinner? Is your family so poor that you can't even afford to hire a cleaner?"

"No, are you crazy?" Having been rebutted repeatedly, Mao Wenjie's temper flared. "I just want you to leave a good impression on Maos Mother. Is that so hard?

You just have to put on an act; would Maos Mother really make you do the work?

What I want is your attitude. Do you understand? Attitude!"

"Get lost! You're trash that wouldn't even be useful as fertilizer. Give you an attitude? In such a rush to eat New Year's Eve dinner, are you not going to live until next year?

Seeing you makes me sick. Let's break up, you trash!"

She hung up the video call.

Ling Yue laughed to herself for a while.

Damn.

What a stroke of bad luck.

How did she end up encountering one thing after another like this?

If Mao Wenjie had said today that her illness would be a burden to him and he wanted to break up peacefully, she wouldn't have been so annoyed.

Not wanting someone to hold you back is understandable.

But this trash actually... what did he take her for? A convenient tool?

In fact, there had been signs all along.

It's just that Ling Yue had chosen to turn a blind eye in the past.

Mao Wenjie wasn't exactly handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. He knew how to dress and loved to style himself, forcing his five-point appearance up to a six.

Because he loved grooming himself, he often criticized Ling Yue's aesthetic, saying her style was old-fashioned and that she bought cheap clothes that were beneath her.

He was a male chauvinist who hated being contradicted.

He didn't like sharing housework and even claimed that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.

He had no concept of money, so they never split rent and utilities; he made her shoulder it all alone.

Ling Yue thought about it now.

Had her brain been hit by a meteorite in the past?

That was so stupid!

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Mao Wenjie was also selfish and petty.

Just because she told the truth, he started holding a grudge.

The Mao family home.

"What did she say?" Maos Mother speared a piece of fruit and put it into her mouth, chewing elegantly.

"She's sick and can't come." Mao Wenjie didn't mention that Ling Yue had brought up breaking up.

If anyone was going to bring it up, it would be him! Who was Ling Yue to bring it up!

"Heh." Maos Mother gave a contemptuous laugh. "Is it that she can't come, or that she doesn't want to?"

Mao Wenjie really disliked his mother's sarcasm. "She's really sick. The background of the video call was in a hospital."

Maos Mother pursed her lips, her words filled with dissatisfaction. "She doesn't get sick early, she doesn't get sick late, but she happens to get sick right when I need her to hold down the fort? I think she's doing it on purpose."

"Mom!" Mao Wenjie was already annoyed enough.

Ling Yue actually dared to talk back to him!

Did getting sick make her brain muddled too?

He would definitely give her the cold shoulder this time and see how many days she could hold out without contacting him.

He knew Ling Yue perfectly well.

As long as he gave a single cough, she would come running to him.

Maos Mother was unimpressed. "I told you from the start, don't look for someone from out of town, especially someone from the countryside. They have too many schemes and aren't presentable, but you wouldn't listen!

What's the big deal about being sick? She's dating you, and I'm her future mother-in-law. I personally invited her. Any girl with a shred of manners would have agreed even while sick.

It's a good thing I didn't actually confirm her existence to our relatives. Otherwise, if she stood me up that day, wouldn't I be laughed to death by your aunts!

It's not for me to say, but her parents probably don't know many big characters themselves to have raised such an ill-mannered daughter."

"Mom, don't be so mean. After all, she's my person." Mao Wenjie still didn't like his mother pointing fingers at his person; it felt as if she were denying his judgment.

Maos Mother spoke earnestly. "Child, we don't need to talk about being super rich, but at least we have a house and a car in the city. Your father and I both have high school educations and are dual-income employees; we'll have pensions in the future.

That Ling Yue is from the countryside, from a small, insignificant family. She always carries this small-minded air about her. Even if she married in, she wouldn't be able to adapt to our rhythm and lifestyle."

Mao Wenjie was silent.

Because he really did think of some of Ling Yue's small-minded habits.

For example, collecting plastic bags to use as trash bags, saving mineral water bottles and cardboard boxes to sell for money, and even once when they went out to eat, she asked for the twenty cents she was short-changed by the cashier.

At the time, he felt embarrassed—it was just twenty cents, was it really necessary?

Seeing her son moved, Maos Mother naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to continue instigating. "She has a younger brother in her family, right?

In families with an older sister and a younger brother, most older sisters end up being 'brother-supporting demons'.

You need to think this through. In the future, all the money she earns will go to subsidizing her maiden family, and your money will be used to support the household. If you have a child on top of that, wouldn't your standard of living plummet?"

Mao Wenjie was, of course, aware of this.

It was just that Ling Yue was too obedient, and she provided him with maximum emotional value.

Sometimes, in front of her, Mao Wenjie felt like an emperor—worshipped, respected, and cared for.

This feeling was so great that he never tired of it.

Besides, it wasn't like he really had to marry her; just dating was still very enjoyable.

Maos Mother saw that Mao Wenjie didn't refute her and then led into her real goal. "I have an old classmate. She is a university professor, and her husband is a civil servant. Their only daughter works at a bank, and their family has been locals in Hangzhou for three generations.

They bought a large flat in full over a decade ago, and her daughter has a 300,000 yuan car for commuting, with her father paying off the loan.

In short, the whole family has stable and respectable jobs, and her parents will have pensions in the future, so you won't need to worry about their retirement years.

If your future wife's maiden family can't help, that's one thing, but if they can provide some assistance, your little family's life will be comfortable.

Think for yourself if that makes sense."

Mao Wenjie was getting interested. "Then what does she look like?"

Maos Mother took out a photo of a girl. "She is quite lovely, absolutely not less attractive than Ling Yue!"

At just one glance, Mao Wenjie started to feel restless. "She's really not bad. With such good conditions, how could she not have a boyfriend?"

"She is five years older than you. She's very picky about finding a boyfriend, so she hasn't dated anyone yet.

But I thought that since my son is so outstanding, she is a perfect match for you." Maos Mother didn't know where her confidence came from.

Upon hearing that she was five years older, Mao Wenjie showed disdain. "She won't be very old, will she?"

"She has money and knows how to take care of herself; she looks even younger than Ling Yue!"

"Then I'll meet her!" Mao Wenjie felt that meeting her wouldn't be a loss.

He could take some photos during the blind date and post them on Moments; he dared to bet that within ten minutes, Ling Yue would definitely come back to coax him.

Maos Mother: "And what about Ling Yue?"

Mao Wenjie shrugged. "A person can't hang themselves on just one tree."

Maos Mother smiled triumphantly. That was her son indeed!