Wang Yue knew that if the Zhuang family wanted to get along in harmony, he had to take advantage of this chance and hit them with a strong dose of medicine.
So he curled his lip and said coldly, "Zhuang Tunan, that's only because your parents never argued in front of you—or because you simply don't remember.
"If that's really the case, then your mother has probably been swallowing her grievances all this time. It's like a spring: keep pressing it down for too long, and if it never gets a chance to release, something's bound to go wrong."
Zhuang Tunan saw how serious Wang Yue was. Wang Yue was so clever that he might have noticed things Zhuang Tunan hadn't, so he asked earnestly, "Then what do you think we should do?"
Zhuang Xiaoting gazed at Wang Yue expectantly, her eyes dewy like a startled fawn. She looked especially lovely.
Wang Yue silently recited, Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, then answered calmly, "Easy! Since your parents want to keep their money separate, one of you should manage the household. Have each of them contribute the same amount toward the family's expenses.
"No matter how much you spend, your parents should each pay an equal share.
"The whole point of splitting everything fifty-fifty is that everything in the household has to be shared equally. That includes the housework.
"Your mother can't contribute the same amount of money as your father and still be the one doing all the chores while he does nothing. That wouldn't be fair!
"After all, even hiring a housekeeper costs money. You can't expect the housekeeper to pay to support your family, can you?"
Zhuang Tunan was a little lost, but he had to admit it sounded pretty fair!
Still, he couldn't shake the feeling