Chapter 143 - Huo Qingyue Was Still Jealous
Gu Yuehuan's anger was nearly on the brink of tears. She had never anticipated her mother-in-law to be such a tough person to handle. It was a complete departure from the past.
Was she being subjected to this mistreatment just because she didn't want to have a child? Was her choice not to bear children the reason for this bullying?
She understood why her mother-in-law's demeanor had abruptly changed. It was nothing like before. Even her own son couldn't bear to see her like this. Looking at Gu Yuehuan's forlorn state, he enfolded her in his arms, gently patting her hair to console her. “What if we move out? It's quite a contradiction for you and my mom to share a roof. We both work in town, and you're planning to set up a stall there too and then return to the village to live. It's a hassle. Let's find a place in town, move there directly, and not return here.”
If his mother continued in this manner, the relationship between his mother and wife would only become more strained. It might be better to just live in town without looking back.
Gu Yuehuan had contemplated this idea initially, but hesitated to express it. Hearing his words now, she breathed a sigh of relief, “You're not angry with me? Based on what Mom said, if we move to town, it would be as though we've deserted the village. Mom might even suspect that I'm trying to create discord behind her back. I fear our relationship will grow even tenser.”
As Gu Yuehuan shared this, she found herself wavering slightly. The recent situation had been quite vexing after all. She yielded and said to Huo Qingyue, “Yue… Mom is only attempting to pressure me into having a child. Think about it. Could I appease her standpoint? After all, numerous kids have been born in the village recently. Upon seeing that, she'll surely desire a grandchild too. Plus, at her age, she won't feel at ease if I don't give birth. So, if I have a child now, it should be fine, right? And if she helps care for the child later, it won't be in vain.”
Huo Qingyue's eyebrows knitted when he heard this, and he expressed his dissatisfaction, “If all goes well with the acceptance letter, it should arrive next month. You're still so young. Your primary concern should be excelling in university studies. The matter of having a child isn't pressing. There's no rush for such an early childbirth. Don't worry about my mother. She just wants a grandchild to spoil. If you become pregnant and give birth now, it's bound to disrupt your studies, and you'll need to postpone them for another year. I won't agree. At the very least, wait until you've completed your education.”
Gu Yuehuan was determined not to repeat the life she lived in her past, so in this era, her focus was on her education. Only through knowledge could she alter her destiny. She wasn't keen on starting a family too soon. Despite what Huo Qingyue said, she still had moments of uncertainty.
Gu Yuehuan remained silent and decided to let things unfold naturally. As Huo Qingyue released his grip, he eyed the substantial pile of items by the door. She couldn't fathom where all these things came from. Her gaze settled on the assortment of fruits, vegetables, and other offerings, including tonics and clothes.
He asked, “What's up with these things?”
Gu Yuehuan shook her head, truly perplexed. “I don't have a clue. When I returned, I found all of these things here. I don't know who left them, but I can assure you I had nothing to do with it.”
Huo Qingyue definitely believed her, yet he felt a twinge of jealousy. After all, Gu Yuehuan's beauty was blossoming. He was well aware of the transformation. Lately, she appeared thinner and even more stunning. He sensed a heightened sense of competition, even though they were now married. Numerous men were sending her gifts.
This demonstrated that marriage didn't ensure tranquility. His jealousy was undeniable. Despite understanding that Gu Yuehuan wasn't at fault, he couldn't help but feel envious when he witnessed so many men showering her with presents.
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