She Lives Well with the Shopping App in the 80s-Chapter 871: Disregarding Me, the Father-in-law

Du Ruo paused. She hasn’t told her family about her relationship yet.

They have been together for almost a year.

"I will tell my parents."

Yun Xiaoxiao immediately started praising Fang Chaoyang, "Our Xiaoyang, although a bit older in age, is a very good person. His parents passed away early, and he was forced to drop out of school.

But he attends night school now and is the factory manager at a clothing factory. He even bought a house in Capital City. When we come back for Chinese New Year this year, we’ll transfer our household registration, and he can settle down in Capital City, becoming a local resident here."

It has only been a few years since the system opened up; settling in Capital City is not as complicated as it would be decades later.

Nowadays, it’s possible to transfer household registration to Capital City.

But there must be a registration office here in Capital City.

"Sister Yun, I know."

Fang Chaoyang is several years older than her.

If she graduates from university before getting married, Fang Chaoyang will be almost thirty.

Mr. and Mrs. Wang went to the hospital again.

Something happened to the family of their eldest son-in-law, and their assets were confiscated.

Mr. Wang suspects the youngest son-in-law is behind it.

He underestimated this youngest son-in-law.

Otherwise, the Liu Family was doing well before, how could this incident happen now?

Moreover, it’s such a significant issue.

"Xiao He, we’re here to see the youngest sister." Mrs. Wang looked at the youngest son-in-law; now Dongmei has already gone in to serve the sentence.

See his wife?

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"My wife has yet to be discharged; I hope during her postpartum period, you won’t come knocking to disturb us."

They come, and it’s a disturbance?

Mr. Wang was furious, wanting to reprimand him, but this son-in-law is no longer the ordinary person he once understood.

He could only swallow it.

"Then we’ll come back to see her once the youngest sister is out of postpartum care."

Mrs. Wang tried to hand the purchased items to Zhao Tianhe, but Zhao Tianhe refused.

"Mom and Dad, take it back and enjoy it yourselves. I am here taking care of Yuemei, so don’t worry."

Mrs. Wang could easily tell he was resentful.

The couple could only return sadly.

"This Xiao Zhao is increasingly ignoring me, his father-in-law."

It’s not just ignoring; he won’t even let us into the ward to see the youngest sister.

"The youngest sister got into trouble, and he blamed us."

Dongmei went in, and they didn’t change their testimony, so Dongmei has to stay in for three years.

What will she do after she gets out?

"It’s still what you taught her. She didn’t dare to talk back at home before; now that she’s married, she’s acting all high and mighty and ignoring us as her parents." Mr. Wang complained.

Blocked at the ward door by the youngest son-in-law, they weren’t allowed in.

"We used to overlook the youngest sister’s thoughts. I remember she did well in high school and wanted to repeat the year, but we didn’t agree."

Mr. Wang seemed to recall this incident too.

Children graduated high school, and who can assure they will get in the next year? Anyway, girls are meant to be married off, and if it weren’t for the fear of people talking, saying he doesn’t support daughters in education, he wouldn’t have let them go to school.

"Once daughters are married off, they’re like spilled water; we don’t need to care anymore."

Wang Yuemei was able to be discharged but couldn’t bear to leave her child.

"First go home and rest well, then when Nini can be discharged, I’ll come by car to get her."

Wang Yuemei knew her body was still weak now.

She needed to go home and rest well.

There’s also Brother Xiao He, who has been taking care of her in the hospital for half a month.

He hasn’t been going to work.

Nini is staying in the incubator, which costs quite a bit of money every day.

Wang Yuemei returned to sit in postpartum confinement. Little Aunt Zhao’s leg couldn’t exert too much effort, but she could manage simple cooking; there was a stove in the room used to make soups and such.