Zou Yaru felt so embarrassed that she imdiately wanted to leave, but, with an inadvertent glance, when she saw Xu Nianhua and her brother, she suddenly restrained the tears that were about to burst forth and said resentfully, "Xu Nianhua, how can you eavesdrop on our private conversation?"
"What eavesdropping? We are listening openly and honestly," Xu Nian’an said with righteous indignation. His voice was neither loud nor soft, just loud enough for everyone in the store to hear him clearly.
He had originally wanted to spare Zou Yaru the embarrassnt by pretending not to see her, so as to save her the awkwardness of running into an acquaintance during a fight with her husband.
Who would have thought that Zou Yaru would co up and accuse Xu Nianhua? The protective Xu Nian’an imdiately exploded, saying, "This is a gift shop, not your house. How can you call it eavesdropping? Are all the custors and store clerks listening in on your conversation too?"
"What does your marital spat have to do with us? Don’t take out the frustration you’ve got from your husband on us."
Xu Nian’an’s words were clear and cogent, even bringing the other custors into the fold.
A custor imdiately said, "What’s there to eavesdrop on in your fight? I’m afraid it’ll pollute my ears."
"Exactly."
The other custors echoed in agreent. During the festive period, everyone was in high spirits—who would want to listen to their trivial dostic issues?
Zou Yaru, already thin-skinned, couldn’t bear it any longer after being scolded by Xu Nian’an and pointed at by other custors; she ran off.
Xu Nianhua stood there and, although she didn’t say a word, Zou Yaru felt like she was laughing at her misfortune.
In the past, Cheng Hao had been extrely accommodating to her, prioritizing her in all matters. It was all but impossible for him to have an argunt with her in public.
But, regrettably, she had let such a good man as Cheng Hao go.
Zou Yaru kept running, all the way to a deserted corner. Leaning against the wall, she slowly sat down, covered her face, and kept asking herself, "Did she make a mistake?"
No, she wasn’t wrong. If she hadn’t married Gu Junhe, her father wouldn’t have been able to co back safely.
Thinking this, Zou Yaru wiped away her tears, looked at the crowd coming and going on the street, and decided not to return to the new ho they had just established as a married couple. Instead, she went back to her parents’ house.
The Zou Family ho was a small western-style building. Although not large, it was still a western-style building. In the courtyard, there were green potted plants that looked lush and vibrant.
Zou Yaru stood at the entrance, deliberately dabbing her eyes and tidying her clothes, for fear her parents might notice sothing amiss and worry.
As soon as she entered the living room, she found that her mother’s figure was not there. After thinking for a mont, she guessed that her parents might be in the study upstairs.
Zou Yaru gestured to the maid to keep quiet as she tiptoed over, wanting to surprise them.
"Feng, look at what our son-in-law has given , isn’t it sothing?" Zou’s father bragged proudly, holding up a bottle of alcohol with a radiant smile. Although the alcohol wasn’t worth much, Gu Junhe’s thoughtfulness pleased Zou’s father, especially this year when everyone who ca to wish them a happy new year praised his daughter for marrying well.
"Yes, yes, yes," Luo Yufeng said, glancing at the alcohol with so concern. "I feel like Yaru isn’t very happy. Junhe wouldn’t be bullying her, right?"
At the entrance, Zou Yaru’s eyes imdiately reddened—it was her mother who was worried about her.
"You’re overthinking it. Our daughter is so wonderful, Junhe is too fond of her to even think about bullying her," Zou’s father said without hesitation. "If you ask , I have a good eye for picking such a good son-in-law like Junhe."
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