Chapter Eighteen: I'll Support You

"Don't worry, Bi Ying'er. I'll study hard. If I have any questions in the future, I'll seek your advice!"

"You are Yin Zhaoyang's subordinate. If you ask me for advice, wouldn't I be overreaching?" Bi Ying'er glanced at her and pursed her lips. 

She deliberately said those words just now to annoy Hua Tang. She didn't expect Hua Tang's non-response at all. She might as well be talking to the wall. It was infuriating.

Yin Zhaoyang quickly left with Bi Ying'er, and Hua Tang heaved a sigh of relief. 

She came to work to earn money; she didn't want to deal with these conflicts. 

Hua Tang could understand Bi Ying'er's hostility towards her. 'As long as I'm careful at work, Bi Ying'er wouldn't single me out and cause me trouble,' she thought. 

However, reality soon proved her wrong.

Since Bi Ying'er found out she had joined Yin Zhaoyang's department, she had been making regular visits. 

On the surface, she was there to discuss work, but in reality, she was there to keep an eye on him. In the meantime, she would give Hua Tang some petty chores to complete.

The chores included running errands and picking up express mail; Bi Ying'er called on Hua Tang for issues such as printer repairs, to clearing the company entrance.

A colleague felt indignant for Hua Tang and mumbled, "Don't we have cleaners and security guards? Why is she commanding us sales workers to sweep floors…"

"Keep your voice down! Don't you know that her uncle is a shareholder in the company?" At that, the office quietened down. 

Everyone looked at Hua Tang sympathetically. Some sighed, and others shook their heads.

It wasn't good for Hua Tang to make enemies as soon as she arrived at the company. Moreover, the sales department heavily depended on commission— the number of orders signed directly correlated to their salary. 

People like Hua Tang, who had been here for a month without signing a single order, naturally became a bad example in the company meeting.

Bi Ying'er purposely chose the deride Hua Tang during the meeting. "If you don't have the talent to be a salesperson, then it's best not to occupy the position. Our company doesn't support idlers. Just putting it out there."

Hua Tang silently took the criticism; her brows furrowed the entire time. 

She returned home after a tiring day and saw Mu Chi sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone. The kitchen was empty; there wasn't even a sip of hot water.

The grievances she had held in for a long time surged forth, and she queried, "You... You didn't make dinner?"

Taken aback, Fu Yong looked away from his phone. 

He saw Hua Tang's chest rising and falling with her slightly rapid breaths, and her face was tinged red. Her bright eyes glowered at him. 

Despite her words, her tone didn't sound like she was confronting him. Instead, she sounded like a bullied little wife coquettishly seeking her husband's attention.

Fu Yong's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at her meaningfully. He stood up from the sofa and said, with an innocent look, "Haven't you been the one cooking since we got married?"

Hua Tang paused and bit her lips.

Standing before her, he was head and shoulders taller than her. His intimidating figure knocked the wind out of her sails. Tolerant and gentle as she was, she hadn't truly been angry at him. It's just…

She lowered her eyelids and muttered, "I have been cooking, but I'm out working now. Can't you share some of the housework? After all, you live here too!"

"I came back late. Even if you don't know how to cook, you could at least prepare the ingredients, right? You don't expect me to do everything for you, do you?"

Fu Yong narrowed his eyes. This was the first time Hua Tang had lost her temper with him since they married. Actually, it wasn't even a tantrum; she just complained a little. 

Her silent resentment made him suddenly want to tease her. 

He nodded as he said, "So you're saying I'm a burden to you because I don't have a job?"

Hua Tang flinched and hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean it that way!"

He studied her up close, lips curling into a slight smile as he asked, "Then what do you mean?"

Hua Tang took a deep breath and looked at him seriously. "Ever since I married you, I've decided to spend the rest of my life with you. You're my husband; I won't reject you."

"Even if you don't work for the rest of your life, I will support you." Her voice became lower and lower as she spoke; she was afraid her words would hurt his self-esteem. Men, especially men with 'criminal records', should be unwilling to hear such topics, right?

"What are you saying?" Fu Yong kept a straight face. He was trying very hard not to laugh. "You? Support me?"

"What else is there?" Hua Tang didn't think someone with his history could find a job, not to mention his bad temper. What if he got into a fight again?

Fu Yong paused for a moment before he chuckled. Hua Tang only looked weak on the outside, but in reality, she was more strong-minded than anyone else. 

However, this was his first time hearing of such a gender role reversal. Since this is what she wants, he'll let her do as she wishes.