Chapter 3 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

“You make mom so angry that her chest hurts.” I turned the phone screen towards him. “What is this?” He took a look, his expression clearly stopped. “What are you doing checking your account?” “This is a joint account, can't I see it?” “I didn't mean that.” “So what do you mean?” He walked in and closed the door. "Before coming here, mom helped us a lot. Is there anything wrong with giving her a little money?" I said: "Giving you money is no problem. The problem is that I use the money in the joint account." He frowned. “Do husband and wife need to make such clear calculations?” I put the phone on my knee. “When my mother divided the meals, she calculated very clearly.” His breathing deepened. "Again. Why do you always turn to food and water?" I looked at him. “Because rice is the most straightforward thing.” He angrily ruffled his hair. "So what do you want? I'll compensate you with the money, right?" I said: “Make up for it.” He was stunned. I repeated: “Make up for it tonight.” Tran Hao's face became unsightly. “Manh Tinh, don't force people too much.” "I didn't force you. You just said it yourself." He stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. There was no warmth in that smile. “You're so strange now.” I also laughed. “Now you make me feel very familiar.” I don't understand. I picked up my phone and sent an advance order to my bank account. From next month, I will no longer automatically transfer money to the joint account. When Tran Hao saw it, his face immediately changed. “What are you doing?” “Stop transferring money.” "What about the home loan? What about household expenses?" “I will pay what I need to pay.” “Manh Tinh, are you planning to divide the house?” I raised my head to look at him. “Didn't you two separate me out first?” He couldn't say anything. Outside, Luu Que Phan's voice suddenly came. “Hao Hao, stop talking.” She stood at the door, her eyes red, her hands still holding her breasts. "It's all your fault, Mom. You shouldn't have come." As soon as the sentence ended, Tran Hao immediately turned around. “Mom, don't say that.” Liu Que Phan looked at me and then bowed his head. "At first, Mom thought of coming here to cook for you two, to help you save a little. I didn't expect Tinh Tinh to hate Mom." I slowly stood up. “Mom said you helped us save, so where did we save the money in the joint account transferred to you?” Liu Guifen looked like he was burned. “What money?” I brought the transaction history over. "This." She did not accept it. Tran Hao quickly spoke up: "I gave it to my mother." I said: "So you admit that you transferred the money on your own." His face was sometimes blue, sometimes white. Liu Que Phan immediately grabbed the door frame. “Tinh Tinh, don't talk like that.” I looked at her. “So what should I say?” Her lips trembled. "Mom lives here, don't you need money to buy food? Don't you need money for electricity and water? Mom is an old person, do you still have to spend money to support your husband and children?" I asked: "Is there any of the food you bought for me?" She stiffened. This time Tran Hao did not immediately speak. In the bedroom, there was only the soft sound of the air conditioner. A long while later, Liu Que Phan's tears fell. "I understand. In this house, I'm just an outsider." I said: "Mom, don't exchange concepts." Her crying stopped. I said word for word: "Being an outsider is not a reason for me not to cook for you." “Being an old person is not a reason for me to marry
My money still leaves me hungry.” Tran Hao suddenly raised his voice: "That's enough!" I don't back down. “If you feel it's enough, then make up the money.” His fingers clenched into fists and then let go. Finally, he took the phone, bowed his head and operated it for a long time. My phone quickly rang. Joint account transferred to 3,800. I took a look. “And the previous accounts.” Tran Hao raised his head, his eyes looked like he wanted to eat human flesh. “Do you really want to deal with me to this extent?” I said: "Since you two reduced my rice bowl, the calculation has begun." Liu Que Phan cried even more fiercely. She turned around and ran back to the living room, repeatedly telling me to force her to die. Tran Hao chased and coaxed him. I stood at the bedroom door and heard him trying to suppress his anger calling my name: "Manh Tinh, are you satisfied?" I don't answer. Because the phone vibrated again. Liu Guifen pulled me into a newly created family group. The group's name is "Don't compare as a family". Besides the three of us, in the group there were also Tran Hao's aunt, his brother and two cousins. Liu Guifen sent the first voice message. I'm not open. Right after that, Tran Hao's aunt sent a sentence: "Tinh Tinh, being a daughter-in-law cannot be so outrageous." 06 I looked at that message and suddenly felt that the house was more bustling than the small shop downstairs. Tran Hao rushed into the bedroom from the living room. “Don't say anything in the group yet.” I asked: “Why?” He lowered his voice: "We're all adults, making a fuss will be very unsightly." I put the phone on the bedside table. “Who started the group?” He stopped. “Mom is also because you made me angry.” "So she can bring things inside the house out, but you can't answer?" “Your reply will only make things more chaotic.”