Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious

Chapter 502: Mrs. Rong Sr.’s Misery

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“It’s been days, and aside from the day you had surgery, that wretched girl Rong Qi hasn’t come to see you at all. I don’t understand why you’re protecting her!” Mrs. Rong Sr. ranted.

Mrs. Rong Sr. held a plain box of food in her hands, finding it hard to swallow. But driven by hunger, she had no choice but to grumble and shove the food into her mouth.

Rong Tianshi subsisted on nutrient solutions every day, and even the scent of the simple vegetables seemed tantalizing. Laboriously, he reached out to touch his stomach, turning his head away.

Rong Qi had only paid for his medical expenses and his own simple meals three times a day, leaving nothing for Mrs. Rong Sr.. Now, almost every day, he gave his meals to Mrs. Rong Sr., either going hungry himself or nibbling on a bite or two. The food box was barely enough for one person, let alone two.

“Your daughter is too cruel, leaving her own grandmother and father in the hospital without a word of concern,” Mrs. Rong Sr. muttered.

To Mrs. Rong Sr., the vegetables in the lunch box were genuinely unpalatable. Having grown accustomed to rich and lavish meals over the years, she now found herself resentfully adapting to this drastic change in diet.

Rong Tianshi swallowed hard and said, “She’s not my daughter anymore. Paying for my medical expenses is the best she could do.”

“Tsk! Haven’t you heard blood is thicker than water?” Mrs. Rong Sr. griped, feeling a wave of weakness as she clutched her chopsticks, her vision filled with floating stars.

“It’s just a piece of paper; you think it matters in court? You’re too naive. Rong Qi’s obligations can’t be ignored just because of that!” Mrs. Rong Sr. continued.

She picked up a piece of green vegetable and brought it to her mouth. The bland and slightly bitter taste was oddly different from the other flavors. She spat it out, rubbed her old eyes, and saw a fat green worm lying on the food box. Half of the worm’s body had been bitten off by her, making for a ghastly sight.

“Ahh!” Mrs. Rong Sr. screamed, knocking the food box to the floor. She said, “There’s a worm, Tianshi, a worm!”

Mrs. Rong Sr. felt like her stomach was churning as she covered her mouth, trying to vomit.

“Wait! If you’re going to vomit, do it in the toilet. If you vomit here, clean it up yourself!” said the caregiver.

At the door stood a caregiver, about fifty years old, with a fierce look on her masked face.

Mrs. Rong Sr. immediately shut her mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit, her eyes red as she stared at the caregiver.

The caregiver walked in, tossing a mop and cloth at Mrs. Rong Sr., and said, “Clean up your own mess.”

“Me? You want me to wipe the floor?” Mrs. Rong Sr. asked as she pointed at herself incredulously, feeling a surge of anger, “Do you know who I am? You dare to order me around?”

The caregiver rolled her eyes and said, “You didn’t hire me. Ms. Rong said to treat you exactly as the rules dictate, no need to be polite with you. I’ve still got to turn patients over and rub his legs. Do you want to do it instead?”

“How dare you treat us this way? I’ll have you know I could complain about the food you bought us. No meat is bad enough, but worms too?” Mrs. Rong Sr. complained as she trembled with rage.

The caregiver snorted, “Be thankful for what you get. You don’t pay and still expect to eat well? Think you’re rich? If you have the money, then pay me to buy you something better!”

“You!”

“Forget it, Mom. Stop arguing. I’m tired,” Rong Tianshi interjected, hoping to prevent a scene.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. To pay for medical care and hire a caregiver was already more than Rong Tianshi had anticipated.

Mrs. Rong Sr. huffed in frustration and reluctantly picked up the mop, mopping the floor resentfully..