Jiang Jingchen's heart ached as he watched his little wife cry. He hated the old lady even more.
"Beibei, cry your heart out if you feel wronged," he coaxed softly, holding her tight in his arms.
Tang Beibei sobbed as she said, "Why does Grandma trust others but not me? I didn't steal anyone's man or borrow any money. Grandma also told me that she didn't have money so I saved all my hard earned money from working part time every month for her."
"But she actually had 200,000 yuan. I feel that what I've been doing is so ridiculous."
"Hubby, did I do something wrong to make her hate me so much?"
"No, it's not your fault that others hate you. It's them who aren't thinking straight, Beibei."
Jiang Jingchen finally understood why his wife was so thrifty. It was because she had to support her grandmother when she herself had a difficult life.
Sigh. But that old woman betrayed his wife time and time again for money.