Chapter 196 The Difference Between Love and Not Love

Chapter 196: The Difference Between Being Loved and Unloved

"Oh, Su He, y’all are back!"

Hearing the noise, Fu Yanju also came out of the house.

"Fourth Sister," Su He greeted with a smile.

"Aunt," the two children called out sweetly.

"Aw, Zai Zai and Niu Niu are such good kids."

The moment Fu Yanju saw her younger brother’s children, her eyes lit up.

They were just so darn cute.

Especially after Su He dressed them up, the two kids looked every bit like little rich kids from the city.

"Fourth Sister, why’d you go and plant all the veggies without me? Bet it was tough for you and Wan Er."

Su He had previously discussed planting vegetables in the yard with Fu Yanju, but she’d been too busy to start.

Fu Yanju was even swamped all day.

The vegetable seeds had been sitting at home for a while, untouched.

"Eh, I just thought since I was idle at home anyway, I might as well plant the vegetables early so we can skip buying store-bought veggies."

To be honest, the daily expenses for groceries and cooking were a pretty penny.

Though there were only a few mouths to feed, in Fu Yanju's eyes, this was already a big deal.

Su He was the one who bought the groceries, but there was meat with every darn meal.

Truthfully, even back in the Chen family, they couldn’t afford meat at every meal.

Even when there was meat in the Chen household, Fu Yanju and Chen Waner were lucky to get a bite.

But now, thanks to her brother’s folks, she and Wan Er could enjoy meat every day.

This was something she couldn’t even imagine in the past.

Feeling like she was mooching off them, Fu Yanju always wanted to pull her weight.

She didn’t think Su He was splurging with money.

After all, her mother, Wu Yanhua, had said that Su He knew how to rake it in.

Besides, Su He had grown up in the city and was probably used to eating meat daily.

Now that she’d married her brother, who was she to nitpick how they spent their money at home?

Moreover, after being saved by Su He, Fu Yanju put Su He on a pedestal. She even worried she wasn’t doing enough and might earn Su He’s displeasure.

Su He could do no wrong—much less just buying meat every day.

And as someone mooching off them, she wasn’t so ungrateful as to bite the hand that feeds her.

"Y’all nearly finished? Let me help you."

Su He looked at the neatly tidied yard before her and rolled up her sleeves, itching to get started.

"Su He, it's all done. Wan Er's just checking on the seeds that weren't planted deep enough. No need for you to bother," Fu Yanju chuckled.

How could she let Su He, a city-bred young lady, get her hands dirty with farm work?

Little did she know, during her time in the countryside, Su He had planted every inch of the backyard with veggies herself over two days.

"Alright then."

Just as they were talking, Fu Tinghua parked the car and came in.

"What's going on? Why is everyone standing here? Oh, sis, you've turned the yard into a vegetable patch?" Fu Tinghua asked as he surveyed the yard.

"Yeah, well, since I was free anyway, I planted some. By the way, I made mung bean soup. Come try some," Fu Yanju said, grinning.

The recipe was something Su He had taught her during a sweltering afternoon when she'd prepared some.

Fu Yanju had memorized how to make it, so she'd cooked a batch for when everyone returned.

As the family enjoyed the soup, Fu Yanju saw there was a ton left. She turned to Su He and said, "There's so much left. I'll bring some over to Old Yu."

Su He nodded in agreement, then seemed to remember something. "By the way, how's the shop remodeling coming along?"

"They started laying the exterior tiles today," Fu Yanju replied while scooping soup into a bowl.

"Mm, progress looks good."

"Those two—father and son—are dependable workers. They're terrified of missing deadlines and delaying you, so they often work till eight or nine at night," Fu Yanju said with a smile.

Su He blinked in surprise—this was unexpected.

"A day or two's delay wouldn't be a big deal. They should take care of themselves."

"I told them, but they wouldn't listen. Moving this fast, they'll probably finish by the day after tomorrow," Fu Yanju said.

"That fast!" Su He burst out.

The project was originally scheduled for fifteen days—this was three or four days ahead.

"Tell them if they finish early, I'll still pay the full fifteen days' wages. No need to worry," Su He said with a smile.

She hadn't expected her shop to open ahead of schedule—what an awesome break.

"Ah, got it. I'll go then."

With that, Fu Yanju rushed off to tell the Yu father and son the good news.

"The shop's about to open. Soon you'll just wait for me to rake in the cash and spoil you rotten."

Su He walked up to Fu Tinghua and gave his cheek a playful pinch.

"Spoil me? What do you mean?" Fu Tinghua asked, puzzled.

Oh right—that word didn't exist yet in this time.

"Never mind. Things are about to get hectic."

"Just say the word if you need me."

Here’s the edited translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

Fu Tinghua added, "I can come help at the shop after work or on weekends."

"Aren’t you afraid of what your colleagues might say?" Su He asked, amused.

"Afraid of what?" Fu Tinghua was puzzled.

"You’re a doctor. Aren’t you embarrassed to help sell things?" Su He tilted her head up, looking at him.

Under the sunlight, her fair, delicate skin seemed even more radiant, making her beauty glow even brighter.

"No, why would I be? Do I really strike you as that kind of coward?"

Fu Tinghua had never cared about shallow opinions.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have married Su He in the first place.

After all, taking a full-figured wife was bound to invite criticism.

Back then, not only was Su He herself gossiped about, but Fu Tinghua also faced ridicule.

Some doctors at his hospital who didn’t like him would mock him right to his face during shifts.

If they dared to say such things to his face, who knows what they were saying behind his back?

But at the time, Fu Tinghua was completely focused on honing his medical skills and paid no attention to their words.

Later, Fu Tinghua was promoted, while those who had mocked him were transferred out.

But now, Fu Tinghua wouldn’t stand for anyone badmouthing Su He—whether to his face or behind his back. If he found out, he’d make them pay. Perhaps this was the difference between loving someone and not.