Asking for Advice: How to Suppress My Mother-in-law at the Wedding

　　I didn't ask any more questions and memorized what she looked like.

　　After starving for a whole day, they could finally sit down and have a meal.

　　My mother-in-law was having a cross-cupped drink with my husband.

　　The food in my stomach almost made me puke.

　　"Zane, can you have a little sense? Am I your wife or is your mother your wife? Drinking a toast in front of so many people? Isn't that embarrassing?"

　　Zane was aware of the situation and quietly told me not to speak so loudly.

　　I glared at him. "You care about face? How do you think others see me? We're all adults and mind your manners! Come sit on my right."

　　My mother-in-law immediately held him down, not letting him move.

　　"Cathy, now that you're the Harrington family's daughter-in-law, there are some rules I need to tell you. Zane was raised by me from a young age. If he's not close to me, who will he be close to? As a daughter-in-law, you should learn to be obedient and not fuss over every little thing. Don't think you're superior just because you're from the city!"

　　I swallowed the last bite of meat and watched as Zane peeled shrimp and fed it to my mother-in-law.

　　I ignored her and pointed at Zane's shrimp. "Put on gloves and peel some for me too."

　　"Since my hands are already dirty, don't bother with gloves. Here—" he said, trying to feed it to me.

　　I turned my head away. "I don't want to eat someone else's saliva."

　　Seeing him put it in his own mouth, I swallowed with disgust.

　　"Ding!"

　　Zane's phone rang. He glanced at it and said he needed to go to the restroom.

　　A girl from a distance followed him.

　　I gave her a meaningful look and sent a message to my best friend.

　　After a moment, he returned to his seat with some unknown red stain on his collar.

　　I silently mocked myself for being foolish enough to fall for him.

　　I gently helped him adjust his clothes and joked, "Honey, how did you get something that looks like poop on your collar just from going to the restroom?"

　　He was somewhat impatient and had to suppress his anger. "Can't you say something nice on such a joyful day?"

　　Seeing my mother-in-law about to explode, I pretended to be coquettish. "I'm just kidding. Did you take it seriously?"

　　Seeing my mother-in-law's clothes made me even angrier. I narrowed my eyes and hugged Zane.

　　Wine spilled onto my mother-in-law's traditional costume, and I secretly smirked, then turned to my mother-in-law with a sympathetic expression.

　　"Mother-in-law, are you alright? Go change into another outfit quickly."

　　My mother-in-law grumbled and went to the changing room.

　　When I came back, I didn't look too good.

　　When she came back, my mood had soured. With my smile fading, Zane started pulling her aside, asking why she was dressed like that.

　　I was waiting for an explanation, but instead, I was met with indirect criticism.

　　My mother-in-law said with a sense of grievance, "I don't know where my new clothes went. I had already discarded my old clothes, so I saw this nice one in the room and put it on. It's a bit tight, but son, you won't blame me, right?"

　　What she was wearing was another set of my wedding attire, a golden one that was delicate but not gaudy. It was also my favorite, and seeing her in it made me very uncomfortable.

　　Zane looked at me with a somewhat meaningful glance.

　　"Cathy, Mom's clothes are missing, and they were all designer brands. Someone might have taken them. I'll call the manager to handle it. Don't mind that Mom has no clothes to wear."

　　I sneered. "No need to call anyone. I sold all the clothes as second-hand. I didn't expect you to wear my clothes. This is really eye-opening."

　　My mother-in-law, misunderstanding, thought I was complimenting her. Zane was unhappy.

　　"She's your mother-in-law. What's wrong with her wearing your clothes? Why the sarcasm? Why did you sell her clothes without consulting us?"

　　"Yes! I'm stingy. I was stingy enough to ask for only 10,000 dollars in bride price and agreed to a promissory note. Stingy enough to buy the car myself, give the down payment for the house, and cover the entire wedding expense. And now I have to endure being blamed for my clothes being worn by someone else?" I raised my voice intentionally.

　　The guests around us noticed the commotion and gathered.

　　Seeing that my mother-in-law wasn't in the right, she started to weep. "What sin have I committed? Just wearing my daughter-in-law's clothes seems like a serious crime. She even sold our clothes, leaving us with nothing to wear. Who's really at fault?"

　　I sneered. "Your clothes were all bought by me, so they are my property. I don't need to report to you about using my own things. You took my clothes without asking and are now turning the tables on me. What kind of mother-in-law wears her daughter-in-law's wedding attire? Do you want to marry your son instead?"

　　The murmurs around us grew like buzzing flies. I no longer cared about tearing the facade and a good woman shouldn't be bullied.

　　Some wise relatives stepped in. "Auntie, it's truly inappropriate for you to dress like this on your son's wedding day."

　　As more people agreed, it became clear that they were losing face.

　　My mother-in-law's face turned red with anger, and she urged Zane to speak up.

　　Zane, unfamiliar with handling large crowds, became nervous and tightly squeezed my arm, begging me.

　　"Stop causing a scene. We can talk about this when we get home. I'll listen to everything you say."

　　I realized he was still deceiving me, and I hated being lied to the most.

　　However, I hated it when people lied to me.

　　I gave you a chance.

　　"I'll consider it if you offer a formal apology."

　　Zane anxiously asked, "How should we apologize?"

　　I calmly said, "Have your mother apologize to me on the spot by pouring coffee, and compensate me for the cost of the dress at the original price. Is that too much to ask?"

　　Everyone instinctively looked at me, and Zane tightly clenched his fingers.