Chapter 4The Price of Filial Piety

In a three-bedroom apartment, my in-laws insisted on sleeping in separate rooms, one each.

My father-in-law took a liking to the master bedroom, saying the orientation brought him good luck.

My mother-in-law picked the second bedroom, saying it had good ventilation.

As for Liam and me, my father-in-law said:

"If you open up the living room and the study, it's a very big room."

Anyone who heard this arrangement would think it was unreasonable.

I had a huge fight with Liam, not even bothering to lower my voice.

My thought was simple: they can stay, but they can't stay like this.

If they just had a little common sense...

But who knew that in the middle of the night, my in-laws would leave a note and head back to the village.

Even more exaggerated was that they got lost on their way to the bus station.

In the end, the police called Liam.

The family of three cried in a huddle at the police station.

My in-laws insisted on returning to the village, while Liam knelt and begged them to stay.

He pulled at me:

"Hurry up and come kneel with us."

I just thought he was sick in the head.

Just as I turned to leave, my father-in-law spoke up. He said:

"Sigh, Liam, get up. Your mom and I really want to go home. We can't get used to living at your place. That apartment is too small, it's hard to even turn around... How about this, if you have some spare cash, give us some money, and I'll renovate the house back home..."

Liam tearfully agreed and transferred two hundred and eighty thousand on the spot.

I made a scene with Liam, and he accused me:

"Chloe, I know you have something to say, but you hold it in. I ask you, is this your money?

"Can you stop being so possessive over other people's money?

"What's wrong with me using my money to fulfill my filial duties to my parents?"

I was stunned.

He softened his tone:

"You saw that old, dangerous house of my family's too. It really needs fixing.

"This is the last time. Once my parents are settled, I can finally live a peaceful life with you. Just forgive me this once. I'll figure something else out for the mortgage, okay?"

To be fair, he treated me quite well.

As soon as his salary hit his account, he transferred it to me, leaving only a thousand for himself.

As long as he was home, I hardly had to lift a finger for daily chores.

When my mom was hospitalized, he ran around taking care of her without a single word of complaint.

As long as it didn't involve his parents, he was indeed a good husband.

Now, the car was bought, the house was renovated; the two elders shouldn't have any more major expenses, right?

Therefore, I forgave Liam once again.

But reality slapped me hard in the face once more.