Chapter 560: The Abacus Clacks Loudly

Qin Wenshu had accompanied her back, and he looked around the dusty little courtyard.

"Auntie, you should get a room at the guest house for the night," he advised. "This place is a mess, and you’ll be able to get some proper rest there."

Mrs. Fu shook her head. "No, it’s fine. I can make do here for one night. You should head back and get some sleep."

Seeing he couldn’t convince her, Qin Wenshu said, "In that case, I’ll help you clean, Auntie—"

How could Mrs. Fu let him clean? "Oh, really, there’s no need. I’ll just tidy up my room a bit. It won’t take long. You go on and get some sleep. I’ll need your help with some other things tomorrow, so come see me then."

"Auntie, why don’t you move Uncle’s grave to Beijing City? I can contact my family tomorrow and have them arrange for a burial plot—"

"No, that won’t be necessary," Mrs. Fu refused outright. "I’ll find someone tomorrow to arrange for a new plot myself."

At first, she had considered moving the ashes to Beijing City for convenience.

But her mind had changed during the long train ride.

Especially now, stepping foot in this town again, she felt that when her time came, she too should be buried here.

Even if it would be inconvenient for Mingxue to visit her grave in the future, it didn’t matter.

’When that day comes, I’ll just have to be a bit more frugal in the afterlife.’

That way, Mingxue wouldn’t need to come and pay respects at their graves every year.

Seeing this, Qin Wenshu didn’t press the issue.

"Alright then, Auntie, I’ll be going now."

Mrs. Fu nodded.

After watching him leave, she closed the main gate.

Cleaning up was straightforward. She did a quick sweep, laid out some bedding, and went to sleep.

The next day, Mrs. Fu woke up early.

She was up early, so she gave the house another, more thorough cleaning.

When she opened the door, she was startled to see Fu Mingya standing right on her doorstep.

Her surprise quickly turned to annoyance. "Fu Mingya, what are you doing loitering at my doorstep?"

"Auntie—"

Mrs. Fu sneered. "Don’t you ’Auntie’ me. I can’t bear the title. And I’ll say it again: I want nothing to do with the Fu family from now until the day I die. So stop loitering at my door."

’After everything that happened last night, after that vicious argument, this Fu Mingya has the audacity to stand at my door like nothing happened.’

’Tsk, this girl is far too scheming.’

"Auntie, I know my parents were in the wrong. I’ve come to atone for their sins. Please, let me slave away for your family—"

Mrs. Fu: ...?

"I’ve known since you were a child that you’re as cunning as they come, but I didn’t expect you to practically shout your little scheme in my face. Slave away for my family? Hah! You just want me to take you away from this place, don’t you? What a beautiful dream. Well, let me tell you, not a chance—"

Fu Mingya’s face turned deathly pale, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Auntie, that’s not it—"

"Get out! And stop trying to get something out of my family." Mrs. Fu happened to be holding a broom, which she waved in Fu Mingya’s direction.

Fu Mingya wasn’t actually afraid of being hit with the broom; she was even looking forward to it a little.

If she really got hit, she could play the victim even more.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Fu didn’t play by the script.

She suddenly raised her voice and yelled, "Come and see, everyone! It’s the daughter from the third branch of the family! Her parents desecrated my husband’s grave, and now she has the nerve to show up, pretending to atone for their sins when all she really wants is for me to take her away! This shamelessness clearly runs in the Fu family’s blood—"

Fu Mingya’s face instantly turned ashen.

"Auntie—"

"Come and see—"

Before Mrs. Fu could shout again, Fu Mingya burst into tears, turned, and ran off.

Mrs. Fu watched her fleeing figure and couldn’t help but sneer.

’Heh, you little brat. As if I can’t handle the likes of you—’