"Get your ass over here, Mu Ran!"
Wu Qiong sat at the dining table with a frighteningly dark expression. She became angrier when she saw Mu Ran walk out of the kitchen as she threw the food on the table onto the ground and pointed at her while cursing, "It's New Year's day, and this is what you made for me? The food is so disgusting. What do you take me for?"
Mu Ran bit her lips and let out a long sigh before forcing out a bitter smile.
"Mom, you were the one who said that you usually eat dishes that are too heavy, so you want to have something light during New Year's. Also, I didn't make these dishes, Mrs. Li did. Didn't you always praise her cooking skills, saying that she knows your taste the best?"
Wu Qiong's face looked a little awkward.
"What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm being unreasonable? You've been married to Fu Ting for six years, and you still don't have a child! Most couples would already have a few children! It's fine if you're infertile, but don't drag our family down with you!"
Wu Qiong had never approved of Fu Ting marrying Mu Ran. Moreover, the two of them had been married for six years, and Mu Ran still hasn't gotten pregnant yet.
Mu Ran was expressionless. In the six years she had been married to Fu Ting, her mother-in-law had always mocked her both openly and secretly for not having children. She had tried all sorts of ways to humiliate her, and this was not the worst of it.
However, she had not been intimate with Fu Ting at all...
Only she had been in love with Fu Ting since she was a student. She liked him wholeheartedly and regarded him as the apple of her eye.
"You're still giving me the cold shoulder?" Wu Qiong snorted coldly. "Fine, since you've become bolder, I'll ask Fu Ting to come back now so that he can divorce you tomorrow and you can get out of here quickly!"
Mu Ran's heart trembled as she slightly clenched and unclenched her fist. Finally, she squeezed out a forced smile and said, "Mom, you've misunderstood me. I'll ask Mrs. Li to make some dishes that you like to eat."
Wu Qiong chuckled. She thought that she had Mu Ran wrapped around her finger because Mu Ran didn't want to divorce Fu Ting, as she continued to rub salt on Mu Ran's wound, "Mu Ran, I know that my grandfather likes you and supports you and you can remain as a part of the Fu family peacefully as long as you have his support. But you have to know, how many more years can he live? Besides, Fu Ting has always liked Miao Man and as long as she is around, you are nothing!"
Hearing Miao Man's name, Mu Ran's face turned pale as she stepped back subconsciously.
Wu Qiong observed the change in Mu Ran's expression and seeing that she was at a loss, she smugly taunted, "You still don't know? Miao Man will be discharged from the hospital soon and Fu Ting has already told me that he will bring her back home after he finished the hospital procedures. The room on the second floor has also been cleaned up and the things that she likes have been placed inside there."
"The room was even personally decorated by Fu Ting."
Every word that Wu Qiong said was like a sharp nail that pierced into Mu Ran's heart.
She had hardly seen Fu Ting these days as he would leave early and return late every day, so he didn't talk to her much. She had always thought that he was too busy with work but she hadn't expected him to actually be spending all his attention taking care of another woman. He even specially prepared a room for her.
She didn't know that Fu Ting could be so considerate!
"What are you still doing here? Didn't you say that you were going to get more food for me?" Wu Qiong despised Mu Ran's pitiful look and waved her hand impatiently.
Mu Ran looked at her again, before going into the kitchen, and busying himself with Mrs. Li.
Mrs. Li looked at Mu Ran, who was helping in the kitchen, and sighed indiscernibly.
She has been working in this family for a long time. She still remembered that on the first day of Mu Ran's marriage, she came to her with a notebook and a pen, and carefully asked about everyone's likes and dislikes, and what taboos they had as she recorded everything down.
At that time, she only casually mentioned that Fu Ting did not like to eat onions, and for the next six years, she did not see a single onion in the kitchen; Fu Ting liked to eat mutton, so she experimented with different ways of cooking mutton, completely forgetting that she could not stand the gamey smell of mutton.
It was not until evening that Fu Ting came home.
Mu Ran almost ran all the way to Fu Ting but before she could speak, she was stopped by the man's cold eyes.
"Come in with me. I have something to say."
Fu Ting's voice was cold without a trace of warmth, you wouldn't have known that he and Mu Ran had been married for six years if you heard his cold tone. Their relationship was not even as good as the business relationship between a superior and his subordinate.
Mu Wa squeezed out a faint smile as she was already used to it.