Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 32 Guilt

Even so, indeed, people in this era are quite conservative in their way of dressing, and women also wear loose and large garments, without even a cinched waist, fearing that a tight fit might seem too revealing.

The way her clothes cling to her body does seem a bit indecent.

But besides this garment, she doesn't have any other decent clothes.

The ones at the Fang Family are too old, and Li Yuchun didn't let her bring them over, fearing that she might disgrace their family, so most were left behind.

And the few she did bring were mostly summer clothes and thick cotton undergarments for the winter; there was nothing suitable for early autumn.

Fang Pingying rummaged through her trunk for a long time without finding a single piece of suitable attire, which left her frustrated, wondering what to wear out today.

If she didn't need to go out today, she could borrow the sewing machine from Fang Xiu's room, alter the clothes, and add some pieces of cloth of the same color inside to make it a bit larger.

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But altering clothes takes a lot of time; by the time it's done, the main business would be delayed.

Luo Zhiyong saw Fang Pingying going through her trunk for a long time without finding any garments appropriate for the season and immediately understood her trouble.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Why worry about this for so long? If you have no clothes to wear, just go and buy a new one in town. Wear this checkered outfit, don't button up, and leave it open will make it less tight."

There are indeed clothes for sale at this time, but the prices are quite steep, and most people still prefer to make their own clothes.

Fang Pingying said, "Buying clothes costs quite a bit of money. With the current situation at home, it's not suitable to buy clothes."

Luo Zhiyong raised an eyebrow, understanding what Fang Pingying meant. He didn't want his wife to live so stifled and spoke with a hint of displeasure, "What's unsuitable about it? The money I earn to buy my wife clothes, and we're still afraid of idle talk?"

"Just yesterday, we told everyone in the family to save money, and today we're buying clothes for ourselves. If mom and the others see it, they would surely feel uncomfortable." Besides, Fang Pingying didn't want to buy it herself. The money made from doing business is still allocated from Luo Zhiyong's treatment fund; there wasn't any extra for clothes.

As the topic turned to finances, Luo Zhiyong also remembered the words Zhou Yunmei had said, and anger rose within him, "Let them say what they will. It's our own money. Spending a little more of it is only fair."

Fang Pingying felt that Luo Zhiyong was a bit strange. He wasn't like this before; today he seemed particularly irritable.

So she asked him, "What's wrong? Weren't you saying just a few days ago that you were willing to send more money home without fussing because dad and mom work hard? Why does it seem all of a sudden, you understand everything?"

Luo Zhiyong didn't respond at first, but after a while, he sighed and, for the first time, shared his inner thoughts with Fang Pingying, "What's going on at home and what happened, how could I not know? But after all, they are my family. I don't want to quarrel with them. Anyway, money is just money. Before I got married, when I was alone, I spent a lot when I had a lot and spent a little when I had a little—I didn't mind helping the family out."

"But after all, I am a normal person. I will think about things. I don't quarrel with my family. When we got married, I let my mother help Zhiming buy so many wedding items without saying anything for my house."

He paused for a moment, looked up at the dilapidated house the two of them lived in, then at Luo Zhiyong's freshly painted white house, and ironically smiled, "Even this house we live in hasn't been renovated, only Hong Lan helped clean it up for me. I didn't say anything, wanting to save the family some expenses, but in the end, my mother still says I'm being calculative, and judging by their tone, they even think that after I send some money back every month, I still secretly save up a substantial amount."

"I don't quarrel with my mom over these words, but as you said, since my mom can say such things, it means she always thought I kept a backup for myself, no matter how much she saves, she will not consider me. It didn't matter when it was just me alone, but with a wife and kids in the future, it's different; I have to take care of you." Luo Zhiyong spoke and placed Fang Pingying's hand in his palm.

Actually, regarding their marriage, the most wronged one was not him, but Fang Pingying.

He didn't know how to compensate, and the only thing he could think of was to treat her well for a lifetime, to the best of his ability, to let her have a good life.

Fang Pingying faintly understood the guilt in his heart. She clasped his hand back and whispered, "Don't think too much. I'll arrange everything at home. But rest assured, leave the handling of the salary to me. I won't skimp on mum and dad's share; I won't bother with other people's frivolous expenses, but I'll never cut back on food - the cost has to be covered. The family's meals might be a bit more frugal than before, but definitely not by much."

Luo Zhiyong looked at her and nodded slightly, "Mmm, no need to explain to me. Since I'm leaving the salary with you, I naturally trust you."

"Alright then, you get up and make the bed. I'm going to go out and cook breakfast, and afterward, I need to go into town with Hong Lan to buy some things." Fang Pingying stood up, ready to go out and prepare breakfast.

But Luo Zhiyong held onto her, pointing at the tight-fitting clothes she was wearing, and asked with a raised eyebrow, "What about clothes?"

While speaking, Luo Zhiyong's gaze unabashedly admired Fang Pingying's fine figure. Since when, he wondered, had the couple lost their former awkwardness and become more casual with one another?

Fang Pingying, seeing his direct stare, gave him an irked glance, unbuttoned her clothes to loosen them, and said in a low voice, "I'll wear this for now. Later on, I'll ask mum if we have any spare fabric left over from the wedding gifts. If we do, I'll make a new outfit myself when we get back. If not, I'll pick up some fabric in town today to make one."

"You can make clothes yourself?" Luo Zhiyong appeared surprised.

"Mmm, most of the clothes I wore before we were married were made by myself." Strictly speaking, all of Fang Pingying's clothes were altered by herself. If she wasn't able to do that, Li Yuchun probably wouldn't even give her old clothes to wear, as others would charge a tailoring fee to do such alterations.

Luo Zhiyong's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this. His wife indeed had quite a few unexpected skills; it was as if he had found a treasure.

Seeing Luo Zhiyong still staring at her, Fang Pingying pursed her lips and smiled, while rummaging in the cabinet for clothes for him, she chuckled, "Being able to make clothes is no big deal, lots of people in the village can - otherwise, why would every new couple need a sewing machine when they get married?"

"But we don't have a sewing machine, so how will you make clothes?"

Fang Pingying glanced over towards Fang Xiu's room, "I'll borrow it from her place; she doesn't use it anyway, so the sewing machine is just sitting idle."

"Will Fang Xiu lend it to you?"

"If she dares not to lend it, I'll just call out mum and dad to sort it out. If it comes to it, I'll tell mum we should buy one too. A sewing machine doesn't cost a small amount of money; mum would definitely have something to say about that." Fang Pingying said playfully, winking at Luo Zhiyong as the couple joked and whispered together.

"Alright, you go and borrow it. If she makes a fuss, talk to mum about it," Fang Zhiyong agreed with the idea, nodding with a faint smile.

"No worries, I can handle these little things." Fang Pingying said, and then she continued to look for clothes for Luo Zhiyong in the cabinet.

To say she had no clothes was also true of Luo Zhiyong.

Aside from the military uniforms issued by the army year-round, Luo Zhiyong also didn't have a single decent set of civilian clothes, unlike Luo Zhiming, who wore floral patterns one day, red the next, and could change outfits daily.

The more Fang Pingying thought about it, the angrier she became. Why should the one earning the money have no decent clothes to wear, while those who don't earn anything seem to have everything?

With that thought in mind, she said to Luo Zhiyong with a bit of pique, "Then today, when I go to town, I'll have a look around. If I find suitable clothes, I'll buy a set for each of us."

Luo Zhiyong detected the indignation in her voice and chuckled softly, nodding in agreement, "Mmm, if you find something you like, you can buy two sets. I don't need any; I spend most of the year in the army and don't have much time to wear civilian clothes."

While speaking, Luo Zhiyong's heart softened, and he felt a touch of emotion.

He understood that his wife had always said no to buying clothes, but her sudden willingness to mention shopping for them was because she saw that he didn't have any decent clothes in his cabinet.