Want him to cook? Want to eat something? Sure, no problem, but if his mother wanted him to take his money out, then it was a big problem! He was not earning enough at the moment and still owed three hundred yuan to his master. It was bad enough that he was using the resources in the kitchen to cook a meal for his father every day; how could he take the remaining money out and give it to his mother?

After staying with his mother for these past few days, Han Yong seemed to have gained a new understanding of his mother. She had money, and she had a decent amount of money in her pockets, but for some reason, she was unwilling to spend it on their own family. It was one thing if she was selfish and miserly on usual days, but what was the situation now? His father was in hospital, and he was injured to the point where he would need at least a month or two to properly recover.

As his wife and their mother, his mother did not do anything for the family. Fine, she did not have six thousand yuan for the surgery, but she could at least buy some groceries for their family. This was the least she could have done. But it had been more than a week, and yet his mother did not bring a single bag of rice back with her. What did this mean? It meant that his mother simply did not care about their family.

Han Yong did not know why his mother was acting so selfishly, but given the situation, Han Ruochen seemed to have seen through the actions of their mother and refused to let her take even a penny from home, much less take advantage of their family. Since that was the case, why would he be foolish enough to let his mother take advantage of him?

Even his younger sister could see that their mother’s heart was not with their family.

Meng Yunhan: "..."

Money! Money! Money! All of them just kept asking her for money. Where was she going to get so much money from? She hadn’t even prepared the money that Yun Xinye asked her for; how could she give Han Yong money? She turned to look at Han Xuehan, who crudely smiled and remarked, "Mom, I am a woman who is about to be divorced. How can I have any money?"

Huffing, Meng Yunhan turned to look at Han Ruochen, who coldly stared back. "I have no money either. Thanks to you, Mom, we have so many debts that I can feel my back breaking. Where can I get money to buy groceries? If you want, then you can buy this month’s groceries, and I will cut that amount out of the IOU. What do you say?"

What could Meng Yunhan say? She would naturally not take the money out of her pocket to buy groceries. How expensive would it be!? She would have to take at least twenty or so yuan from her pocket to fill in the gap. Twenty yuan from her savings, and she would be away from her thousand-yuan goal. Even a single penny could not escape her grasp.

So even though she was upset, she could only lower her head and eat the cold buns. Ever since she started working, her appetite has started to get even bigger. Two vegetable buns were definitely not enough for her to fill her stomach. She raised her head to look at Han Yong, hoping that he would cook something for her, but to her surprise, neither of her three children looked at her.

Han Yong took his leave while Han Xuehan went to the kitchen to wash the lunchbox and then went to her room. Han Ruochen was the same; she did not even bother to look at her and returned to her room to sleep. Seeing their cold backs, Meng Yunhan swallowed the last bite of bun in her mouth with a sullen look on her face. Why? Why won’t they take care of her as they did with Han Yichen? She was also their mother!

Meng Yunhan was so engrossed in blaming her children that she did not even think about how she had treated them in the past. She only knew that they did not care for her, but she never thought of paying attention to her own actions.

After she finished speaking, Meng Yunhan went to the bathing room and washed up. Upon coming out, she stumbled over the laundry that was lying in the bucket. She noticed that only her clothes and Han Ziyan’s clothes were unwashed, making her go red in the face.

"These damned girls! They can’t even do something so simple. What is the big thing if they wash my clothes and Ziyan’s?" Meng Yunhan grumbled as she pivoted on her heels and marched up the stairs. She didn’t dare to ask Han Xuehan to wash her clothes; in her heart, even though she was the cause of all the sufferings Han Xuehan was going through, she still believed that her eldest daughter was a jinx. She wouldn’t let that girl wash her clothes lest she jinx her.

Since that was the case, there was only one person whom she could pressure.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Han Ruochen had just fallen asleep when someone knocked on her door. Frowning hard, she raised her head and looked at the door of her room with a troubled look in her eyes. She knew that her brother was not at home and her sister was not someone who would bang on her door like she was demanding a debt from her. So, it could only be her mother.

Good thing that she locked her door, or else her mother would have barged right in, while she was thankful for closing the door, Meng Yunhan was furious that Han Ruochen dared to lock her door up. Who was she guarding against like this? Of course it was her. This wretched girl!