I felt that even if I hit him, I would dirty my own hands.
I didn't know when He Cong's values had become so distorted.
From dating to getting our marriage certificate, a year seemed to have been too rushed now.
I shook off his hand and strode towards his house.
He followed me from behind, trying to brainwash me the whole way, "Today my mom made a lot of dishes to welcome your parents, and it's already quite remarkable that she could do so."
Indeed, she has never liked me, which is why she also had a stern face during the meeting between our parents before our wedding.
My mom advised me that since He Cong's mother raised him by herself, it's natural for her to feel a sense of loss now that he's married, and told me not to mind it.
I could overlook these trivial matters, but his mother didn't prepare a big table of dishes today because she had a change of heart; she did it for her son, forcing a smile.