"Dia mengaku padaku, dia itu gay, dia sudah banyak berubah..."<br><br>Wajah Zhang Yong'an tampak pucat pasi saat itu, gigi-gigi dikatupkannya rapat-rapat. Tiba-tiba, matanya menangkap sosok Tang Yuxin yang duduk di meja lain, sedang menyantap makanannya sambil meninjau catatan pelajarannya. Gadis itu hampir tidak menyentuh makanannya, begitu tenggelam dalam buku catatan. Saat Zhang Yong'an dengan keras kepala hendak menghampirinya, seorang mahasiswi lain mendatangi Tang Yuxin duluan. Keduanya mengobrol, lalu Tang Yuxin menggeser seluruh makanannya ke hadapan gadis tersebut. Gadis itu mengambil sumpitnya dan mulai makan. Semua iga, ikan, bakso, dan daging-daging lain akhirnya masuk ke perut gadis itu.<br><br>Zhang Yong'an menjilat sudut bibirnya dan mendapati rasanya manis. Ia kemudian teringat baru saja disiram sup labu. Sialan, untuk apa menyia-nyiakan sup lezat begitu dengan melemparkannya ke orang lain? Apakah ini akibat terlalu banyak uang sampai bingung mau dipakai apa?<br><br>Ia berjalan ke pintu dan menatap tajam ke arah Tang Yuxin dengan segenap tenaga.<br><br>Malam itu, dalam tidurnya, ia bermimpi aneh di mana Tang Yuxin menjadi pacarnya. Gadis itu menyerahkan seluruh uangnya padanya. Memberinya semua daging dari makanannya. Bahkan membayar uang kuliahnya, mensponsori studi pascasarjananya, hingga kuliah ke luar negeri. Hidupnya begitu sempurna tanpa cela.<br><br>Namun ketika terbangun, ia masih berada di kamar asrama universitasnya. Ia berbaring di ranjang atas, sikat gigi di mejanya sudah dipakai selama dua semester namun belum juga diganti. Sepasang sepatu di lantai tampak usang, tak memiliki kilau seperti dalam mimpinya. Kaos kakinya, setelah dicuci berkali-kali, robek di bagian yang jelas-jelas sudah harus dibuang.<br><br>Penghuni kamar asrama lainnya sudah pergi kuliah, membiarkannya terbenam seorang diri dalam lamunannya.<br><br>Bahkan ketika bel masuk berbunyi, ia duduk terpaku, bermandikan cahaya matahari yang menerobos masuk lewat jendela, menyinari matanya yang buyar—melemah karena terlalu sering memakai kacamata.<br><br>Tak seorang pun tahu bahwa di luar asrama putri berdiri sepasang suami istri paruh baya. Jika Tang Yuxin ada di sana, ia pasti langsung mengenali mereka sebagai orang tua Zhang Yong'an.<br><br>"Apakah ini tempatnya?" Ayah Zhang menunjuk ke dalam sambil bertanya.<br><br>"Sepertinya begitu, ya, ini tempatnya," konfirmasi ibu Zhang setelah memeriksa alamat itu sekali lagi. "Kita baru saja bertanya, dan mereka bilang di sinilah letaknya."<br><br>"Kira-kira gadis seperti apa yang didapat putra kita? Dengan ketampanannya, kemampuan akademiknya, dan karakternya, dia adalah mahasiswa Universitas Qing. Masa depannya tanpa batas. Siapa pun yang menikahi putra kita pasti akan hidup beruntung," komentar ayah Zhang, semakin bangga setiap kali ia berbicara.<br><br>"Tentu saja! Putraku sangat luar biasa," tukas ibu Zhang sambil mendongakkan dagunya. "Siapa pun orangnya, begitu dia masuk ke dalam rumah kita, dia harus mematuhi aturan kita. Di masa depan, dia harus menyerahkan seluruh uangnya kepada putra kita. Bagaimana mungkin seorang wanita memegang kendali atas uang?"<br><br>"Betul," setuju ayah Zhang, sependapat. "Sepanjang sejarah, kaum pria selalu memegang kendali dan wanita tinggal di rumah. Wanita dikenal suka menghamburkan uang, sedangkan pria dianggap lebih bertanggung jawab. Bagaimana kita bisa bertahan hidup jika semua uang kita dibuang sia-sia?"<br><br>"Bukankah putra kita menyebutkan bahwa gadis itu memiliki sebuah rumah di Beijing?" tanya ibu Zhang dengan suara pelan kepada ayah Zhang. "Bukankah dia bilang begitu?"<br><br>"Benar," kenang ayah Zhang. "Putra kita memang menyebutkannya. Dia bilang gadis itu punya properti, tapi dia tidak bilang seberapa besar ukurannya."<br><br>"Properti itu harus diatasnamakan kita," ibu Zhang bersikeras soal poin ini. "Tidak lazim bagi mertua tinggal di rumah menantu perempuan. Wajar saja jika propertinya atas nama kita, mengingat dia akan bergantung pada putra kita di masa depan."<br><br>Ayah Zhang mengangguk setuju. Memang begitulah seharusnya.<br><br>"Kita hanya punya satu putra, Yong'an, dia harus meneruskan garis keturunan keluarga. Kita sama sekali tidak boleh punya anak perempuan," tandasnya sambil meletakkan tangan di belakang punggung dan berjinjit.<br><br>"Itu mudah," balas ibu Zhang acuh tak acuh. "Bukankah kemajuan medis saat ini luar biasa? Lagipula, dia akan menjadi dokter di masa depan. Kalau ternyata anak perempuan, bisa digugurkan saja. Bagaimanapun juga, kita harus punya cucu laki-laki."<br><br>Ayah Zhang mengangguk-angguk terus, sepakat dengan istrinya. Di tengah kebijakan keluarga berencana yang ketat, garis keturunan mereka yang hanya memiliki satu pewaris laki-laki di setiap generasinya sama sekali tidak boleh terputus.<br><br>Bagaimanapun juga, niat keduanya sudah jelas. Menantu perempuan di masa depan harus memuaskan hati mereka.<br><br>Tang Yuxin, dengan buku-buku di tangan, melangkah keluar berniat pergi ke kafetaria. Usai makan, ia akan langsung kembali ke siheyuan tradisional. Belakangan ini jadwal operasinya sedikit berkurang karena ujian-ujian yang harus ia persiapkan.<br><br>Cuaca terasa lebih dingin tahun ini, dan jemarinya membeku. Ia mendekatkan tangannya ke mulut dan meniupkan hawa hangat ke atasnya.<br><br>Seketika itu juga, jemarinya terasa lebih hangat.<br><br>Ia mendadak teringat adegan-adegan tertentu di acara televisi di mana seorang pria menghangatkan tangan wanita dengan meniupkan napas hangat sebelum menyelipkan tangan wanita itu dengan lembut ke dalam saku mantelnya.<br><br>Adegan semacam itu sungguh romantis.<br><br>Jika ia bertemu pria seperti itu di masa depan, pikirnya, ia pasti akan menikahinya.<br><br>Ia mendongak, hanya untuk mendapati sepasang suami istri paruh baya berdiri di pintu masuk asrama. Ekspresi santai di wajahnya seketika berubah menjadi seringai tidak suka.<br><br>Mereka adalah orang tua Zhang Yong'an—orang-orang yang menyiksanya di kehidupan masa lalu.<br><br>Ia harus pergi bekerja, menghasilkan uang, membesarkan anak mereka, dan juga merawat kedua orang tua itu. Setibanya di rumah, mereka bertindak bagaikan kaisar dan permaisuri, tanpa mau mengangkat tangan atau melakukan pekerjaan rumah tangga apa pun—bahkan sekadar mencuci kaos kaki, pakaian dalam, atau pakaian mereka sendiri. Mereka hanya akan duduk di sofa sepanjang hari, menonton TV, dan menunggu makanan disajikan. Sudah sibuk dengan pekerjaan, ia sama sekali tidak mungkin pulang ke rumah setelah jam kerja reguler untuk mengurus mereka berdua. Namun, mereka akan memarahinya setiap hari, menuduhnya sebagai anak yang punya ayah tapi tidak dididik.<br><br>Di kehidupan masa lalu mereka, orang-orang ini tak henti-hentinya menyiksanya. Sekarang, untuk apa mereka muncul? Apa yang mereka inginkan?<br><br>Apakah mereka datang untuk mencarinya lagi?<br><br>Namun, hubungan apa yang ia miliki dengan keluarga Zhang? Mungkinkah mereka ingin menempelinya bagaikan kutukan, mengekorinya seumur hidup, dan kembali mendatangkan penderitaan seumur hidup padanya?<br><br>"Apakah itu dia?" Ibu Zhang menunjuk ke arah Tang Yuxin. "Dia mirip dengan gadis di foto yang ditunjukkan putra kita."<br><br>"Tidak begitu mirip," komentar ayah Zhang penuh curiga. "Kenapa dia begitu putih bersih? Sepertinya dia tidak bisa melakukan pekerjaan rumah. Apakah mereka mengharapkan putra kita yang melayaninya?"<br><br>"Tentu saja tidak. Putraku tidak akan melayani siapa pun," putus ibu Zhang, membayangkan situasi di mana orang lain melayani putranya jauh lebih pantas.
Bab 378 - Datang untuk Menemui Sang Menantu
Chapter 378 -371: Coming to See the Daughter-in-law
“He confessed to me, he’s gay, he’s changed too much…”
Zhang Yong’an’s face was currently livid, and he gritted his teeth. Yet he spotted Tang Yuxin sitting at another table, eating her meal while reviewing her notes. She had barely touched her food, but she was engrossed in her notebook. As Zhang Yong’an stubbornly stood to approach her, a girl went up to her instead. The two of them chatted, and Tang Yuxin pushed all of her food towards the girl. The girl picked up her chopsticks and began to eat. All of the ribs, fish, meatballs, and other meats ended up in the girl’s stomach.
Zhang Yong’an licked the corner of his lips and found it sweet. He then remembered that he had just been doused with pumpkin soup. Motherfucker, why waste such delicious soup by throwing it at someone? Was this a result of having too much money to burn?
He walked to the door and glared at Tang Yuxin with all his might.
That night, in his dreams, he dreamt of an odd scenario where Tang Yuxin became his girlfriend. He gave her all his money. He gave her all the meat in his meals. She even paid his tuition, sponsored his postgraduate studies, and his studies abroad. His life was absolute perfection and could not be better.
But when he awoke, he was still in his university dormitory. He lay on the top bunk, and his toothbrush on the desk had been used for two semesters and yet had not been replaced. His shoes on the ground were old, lacking the shine from his dream. His socks, after being washed multiple times, bore a hole that was clearly in need of discarding.
The other people in the dormitory had left for their classes, leaving him immersed alone in his dream.
Even when the bell for class rang, he sat stupefied, bathed in the sunlight streaming in from the window, falling on his distracted eyes, weakened from the constant use of glasses.
Nobody knew that outside the female dormitory stood a middle-aged couple. If Tang Yuxin were present, she would immediately recognize them as Zhang Yong’an’s parents.
“Is it here?” Zhang’s father was pointing inside while asking.
“I think so, yes, this is the place,” Zhang’s mother confirmed after double-checking the address. “We just asked, and they said it’s here.”
“What sort of girl do you think our son has found? With his looks, his academic abilities, and his character, he’s a student at Qing University. His future is unlimited. Whoever marries our son will surely live a fortunate life,” remarked Zhang’s father, increasingly pleased as he spoke.
“Absolutely! My son is excellent,” said Zhang’s mother, raising her chin. “No matter who it is, once she enters our home, she must follow our rules. She must give all the money to our son in the future. How could a woman control the money?”
“Exactly,” agreed Zhang’s father, sharing the same sentiment. “Throughout history, men have always been in charge and women stayed at home. Women are known to be reckless spenders while men are considered more responsible. How will we get by if all our money is wasted?”
“Didn’t our son mention that the girl has a house in Beijing?” asked Zhang’s mother, speaking in a low voice to Zhang’s father. “Didn’t he say that?”
“That’s right,” recalled Zhang’s father, “Our son did mention that. He said she has a property, but he didn’t say how big it was.”
“The property must be put under our names,” Zhang’s mother was insistent on this point. “It is not customary for a mother-in-law and father-in-law to live in their daughter-in-law’s house. It’s fair for the property to be in our names since she will be relying on our son in the future.”
Zhang’s father nodded in agreement. That was exactly how it should be.
“We only have one son, Yong’an, he has to carry on the family line. We absolutely cannot have a daughter,” he stated, resting his hands behind his back and pointing his toes.
“That’s simple,” replied Zhang’s mother dismissively. “Aren’t medical advancements incredible these days? Besides, she will be a doctor in the future. If it is a girl, it can be aborted. Regardless, we should have a grandson.”
Zhang’s father nodded continuously, agreeing with his wife. With the strict family planning policies, their family line, having a single male heir in each generation, must not be broken.
In any case, the intentions of the two were clear. The future daughter-in-law must satisfy them.
Tang Yuxin, with her books in hand, walked out as she planned to go to the cafetería. After eating, she would head back to the traditional Chinese quadrangle courtyard. Recently, her surgery schedules slightly decreased due to the exams she had to prepare for.
The weather seemed colder this year, and her hands were freezing. She placed her hand near her mouth and breathed some warm air onto it.
Immediately, her fingers felt warmer.
She abruptly recalled certain scenes from TV shows where a man warms a woman’s hands by breathing hot air onto them before gently tucking her hands into his pockets.
Such scenes were truly loving.
If she met a man like that in the future, she thought, she would certainly marry him.
She looked up only to see a middle-aged couple standing at the dormitory entrance. The relaxed expression on her face instantly transformed into a displeased grimace.
These were Zhang Yong’an’s parents – the ones who tortured her in their past life.
She had to go to work, earn money, raise their son, and also pamper the two of them. At home, they acted like emperors and empresses, not lifting a finger or doing any chores—not even washing their socks, underwear, or clothes. They would sit on the sofa all day, watch TV, and wait for their meals. Already busy with work, she couldn’t possibly return home after regular office hours to take care of the two of them. Yet, they would scold her daily, accusing her of being someone who was born to a father but raised without one.
In their past life, they caused her no end of torment. Now, why had they shown up? What did they want?
Were they here to seek her out again?
However, what relation did she have with the Zhang family? Could it be that they desired to cling onto her like a curse, tailing her for a lifetime, again causing her yet another lifetime of misery?
“Is that her?” Zhang’s mother pointed at Tang Yuxin, “She looks like the girl in the photo our son showed us.”
“She doesn’t look that much alike,” Zhang’s father commented skeptically, “Why is she so fair? Looks like she can’t do chores. Do they expect our son to serve her?”
“Absolutely not. My son won’t serve anyone,” Zhang’s mother decided, envisioning the situation where others tended to her son as more suitable.
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