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    Chapter 310: What’s Her Problem Now?

    Lan Yanzi had always had a vicious tongue and was a snob.

    "Where did Dr. Fu offend you?" Jin Ju couldn't help but ask.

    "He really offended me, Mom. Stop asking," Lan Yanzi said, turning her head away and refusing to speak further.

    The offense was indeed significant. Lan Yanzi felt that despite being all dressed up, that man didn’t even look her way.

    This was a huge slap in the face to Lan Yanzi, who was used to men fawning over her since childhood.

    So now, she harbored a burning grudge toward Fu Tinghua and Su He. The fact that neither of them had greeted her when they met yesterday pissed her off.

    Sometimes, hating someone could be that petty.

    Because of the way they blew her off yesterday, Lan Yanzi had already begun to have it out for Fu Tinghua and Su He.

    Especially Fu Tinghua—he’d completely ignored her the entire time.

    In Lan Yanzi’s mind, Fu Tinghua was just some country bumpkin. So what if he was handsome?

    At most, she had been briefly caught by his eye.

    But what she wanted wasn’t a handsome but penniless man. Many class barriers were simply insurmountable.

    Su He and Fu Tinghua had no idea that someone was worked up over something so stupid—and had even begun to resent them for it.

    Indeed, it was better to cross a snake than a scorned woman.

    The key point was, they hadn’t even done anything—they just hadn’t greeted her.

    Why should they have to kiss up to her? Talk about delusional.

    Fu Tinghua drove out of the village. When they arrived at the Fu family home, he got out to tell Wu Yanhua they were heading back.

    Wu Yanhua told them not to worry about returning to the city—she and Fu Dajun would take care of things at home, including the sugar oranges, so Su He and the others shouldn’t stress.

    After some small talk, Fu Tinghua was about to get back in the car when Zhang Shufen arrived.

    "Ting Hua, Ting Hua, wait—" She came running from her house and called out to him.

    "Aunt Shufen," Fu Tinghua paused, standing by the car to wait for her.

    Su He and the kids, Niu Niu and Zai Zai, saw this from inside the car and didn’t rush him.

    "Ting Hua, does Tie Zhu still need to go to the city for a check-up? He seems to be pretty much better lately—shouldn’t he be fine now?" Zhang Shufen asked with a smile, her tone carrying a hint of sucking up.

    "It’s best to get him checked, just for peace of mind," Fu Tinghua replied, unable to suppress a frown.

    He couldn’t help but think how careless his aunt’s family was—they weren’t even planning to take the child to the city for a follow-up after he had coughed up blood.

    Zhang Shufen looked slightly awkward and added, "But we don’t have a car. Going to the city is so inconvenient."

    Hearing this, it clicked for Fu Tinghua.

    "Auntie, just say what you want to say directly."

    "Hey, can we hitch a ride with you to the city?

    Also, we don’t know where to stay in the city. Got space for us at your place?

    And how much will the hospital visit cost? Mind helping us haggle with the hospital later?

    You know how things are for us—if the medical fees are too expensive, we can’t afford it.

    Ting Hua, you’re the only one in the Fu family who’s made something of yourself. You have to help us out."

    Zhang Shufen was laying on the guilt trip thick.

    But she was mistaken—Fu Tinghua wasn’t Fu Dajun, who would give her special treatment or feel guilty toward her.

    So Fu Tinghua shut her down flat.

    "Auntie, you can tag along—we’ve got room.

    But our place is packed—no extra space.

    Besides, with Tie Zhu’s condition, he’ll need to be hospitalized.

    So don’t worry about lodging. Once he’s admitted, they’ll run a series of tests to see if a stomach surgery is necessary."

    Fu Tinghua’s cold tone left Zhang Shufen flustered.

    She itched to throw one of her usual fits, but Fu Tinghua’s status in the village was now too high, and the villagers wouldn’t side with her anymore.

    In the past, some villagers pitied her for her husband’s early death and would criticize Fu Dajun’s family for being cold-hearted.

    But now, everyone was kissing up to the Fu family—no one would speak up for her anymore.

    "Heh, then we could just sleep on the floor at your place! Staying in a hospital in the city must be so expensive. Where’re we supposed to get that kind of money?" Zhang Shufen tried to bargain.

    "There are cheap inns—just two or three yuan a night. Very affordable." Fu Tinghua tossed her a bone.

    It wasn’t that he was heartless—his aunt was just a walking disaster. Letting her stay would’ve turned the place upside down. It simply wasn’t worth it.

    No way was he letting her wreck their peace.

    "Ting Hua, so what you’re saying is, you just don’t want us staying at your place, huh?" Zhang Shufen grew angry.

    An inn? A few bucks a night? Was her nephew serious? It infuriated her.

    "Yes, Auntie. We get home from work very late every day and don’t have time to host you. No hard feelings."

    His words were polite, but his tone was ice-cold.

    Zhang Shufen was so furious she wanted to go find Fu Dajun for help right away, but it seemed he wasn’t home at the moment.

    "You—you’re starting to bully us widows and orphans now, is that it?" She pulled out the poor-widow act.

    "Auntie, are you coming with us or not? If not, we’ll leave first. I have work tomorrow and I’m very busy." Fu Tinghua had hit his limit and didn’t want to argue with her anymore.

    "You... you..." Zhang Shufen sputtered, lost for words.

    Done talking, Fu Tinghua spun around, hopped in the car, and fired it up.

    Finally, with a rev of the engine, all Zhang Shufen saw was his taillights, leaving her fuming and stomping.

    Not far away, Wu Yanhua, who was watching the commotion, saw everything. Her son had really nailed it.

    Letting that meddlesome old hag Zhang Shufen stay at her younger son's place would've definitely stirred up trouble.

    Her younger son was truly impressive, refusing so decisively.

    If it had been anyone else in the Fu family, Zhang Shufen would have already pitched a fit.

    But with Fu Tinghua, Zhang Shufen didn’t dare.

    After all, no one in the village would likely dare to offend Fu Tinghua these days.

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