After Li Ye came out of the café, Fu Guiru told him to go to the wedding venue on Thursday to "attend the ceremony."
Li Ye asked in confusion, "What am I going there for? I don't exactly get along with those two."
Fu Guiru kicked Li Ye in the shin and said angrily, "Didn't you hear her showing off in front of me just now? I may never have worn a wedding dress, but I have a good son.
"All these years, they've always bullied Xiao Ruo and me for being women. If you won't step up and help me save face at a time like this, what was the point of me having you?"
"Hiss, no—hiss."
Li Ye rubbed his shin as he kept sucking in breaths.
This old mother had really kicked him!
Thinking back to when Fu Guiyin had flaunted her "wedding dress" before Fu Guiru, Fu Guiru's expression had been calm and her complexion unchanged. Who would have thought she had been bottling up such a huge blaze of anger?
Women loved showing off two things most: first, how capable their husbands were; second, how accomplished their children were.
Li Kaijian was clearly no longer fit to show off, leaving Li Ye and Fu Yiruo as the only two things she could flaunt. And in the male-preferring nineties, Li Ye carried even more weight than Fu Yiruo.
If it had been a few decades later, a woman like Fu Yiruo—graduated from a prestigious school, shrewd and capable—would absolutely have been enough to silence a whole crowd of gossiping relatives. But in 1991, Fu Yiruo still fell just a little short.
Only after sucking in air for quite a while did Li Ye say weakly, "Mother, if you want me to hold up the fort, I'll