At the wedding tea ceremony, my daughter-in-law pushed away the hand with the red envelope I was offering.
Smiling brightly, she held up her payment QR code.
“Auntie, where I’m from, the customary fee for changing how I address you is 388,000 yuan. It’s a lucky number.”
“Transfer it now, and I’ll call you Mom right away!”
In my previous life, my husband and I agreed under the weight of countless watching eyes, just to hear her call me Mom.
We emptied our savings and went into debt.
We worked day and night to pay it off, until we both collapsed from exhaustion and died of illness.
Only after we died did we learn the truth.
Our son and daughter-in-law had enjoyed themselves with our hard-earned money, then complained that we had died too soon.
They said we should have left them more of an inheritance.
This time, faced with the glaring payment code on the screen,
I gave a cold laugh and pulled my husband to his feet.
“That’s too expensive a price for me to bear.”
“Whether you go through with this wedding is up to you.”
