My mother-in-law gave me 8,000 yuan a month to buy groceries, and she never said a word to me for five years.
Until the day she was hospitalized, I dug out an iron box under her bed.
There were one hundred and twenty remittance orders inside, and the payees were all in my mother's name.
Starting from 2014, it has been 3,000 per month for ten years.
I asked for the truth - tearing apart secrets that two women had buried for thirty years. One is my mother-in-law and the other is my mother. In 1996, when my mother was in her senior year of high school, the dean bullied her. My mother dropped out of school. Her favorite Chinese teacher later married the dean.
That teacher is my mother-in-law.
She said that marrying him was not about forgiveness—it was about asking him to be transferred away so that there would never be another mother.
And I was arranged to marry into this family without knowing it. Zhao Mingyuan married me initially to repay the debt his father owed my mother.
But he said - later it wasn't.
"I visited you in the cafe downstairs of your company. I sat there for three lunch days. I saw you squatting by the flower bed and eating steamed buns with leek and egg filling every day for three days in a row."
"I'm not moved. I just feel that this person shouldn't live such a life."
The iron box is closed. The oranges on the table are not finished yet.
Thirty years. Never mind.
