CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: THE CAT THAT STOLE THE CREAM

Sang Yu pushed open the door and saw Song Zhenhua handing money over to Song Jiajia.

Jiang Jingming looked at his hand that had been released, somewhat dazed, until Sang Yu’s voice broke the silence: "Uncle, didn’t you say the family had no money?"

She looked at Song Zhenhua incredulously, as if he was a heartless man.

Chen Jinlan was about to start cursing, but suddenly saw Jiang Jingming’s warning yet icy eyes, and dared not open her mouth.

The money in Song Zhenhua’s hand suddenly became like a hot potato.

If it was just Sang Yu, it would be fine, but unfortunately, behind Sang Yu was Jiang Jingming.

From the attitude on the day they received the bride, Jiang Jingming seemed to care quite a lot about this dead girl Sang Yu.

"Xiao Yu, this..."

Song Jiajia: "What does it have to do with you, this money is all to be used by Brother Lu for his business."

Doing business?

She remembered that in the past life, Lu Hao became wealthy entirely because of the original owner.

The original owner met an elderly man who had fallen and couldn’t get up on the way to buy groceries.

People nearby didn’t dare to help.

Although the original owner was timid, she was kind-hearted.

She took the man to the hospital and didn’t leave until the man’s family arrived.

When the original owner got home that day, she was also scolded by Lu Hao’s grandparents.

Lu Ting even sarcastically accused the original owner of going out to cheat.

Lu Hao was also particularly angry and slapped her.

Later, the elderly man’s family came to express gratitude to Sang Yu with some money.

It was only then they realized they had misunderstood Sang Yu, and everyone showed Sang Yu a good face.

Only Sang Yu felt very embarrassed because she didn’t help for the money.

Meanwhile, Lu Hao’s grandparents couldn’t take their eyes off that package of money.

Afterwards, Lu Hao used this chance to meet that man and then went into business with him.

In the end, he became very wealthy.

I wonder if, in this life, Song Jiajia would pick up the elderly man.

Looking at Song Jiajia now, she seems unaware of this incident.

Of course, if she goes to the market every day like the original owner, then she has a chance.

But she thinks such a good opportunity shouldn’t be given to Song Jiajia.

She remembered that in the past life, Lu Hao’s business was in clothing.

She used to love designing clothes and dreamed of being a designer, but unfortunately, she never realized her dream.

Perhaps here, she can make it happen.

Sang Yu’s mind wandered.

Sang Yu suddenly wiped her eyes: "Uncle, yesterday Jiang Ming and I went to buy some post-marriage items, and we’ve almost spent all our money. You know Brother Jiang is just a policeman, his salary isn’t much, and in a few days we need to visit Brother Jiang’s family and really don’t have any money.

If possible, uncle, could you lend me a bit more?"

Song Zhenhua almost exploded with anger, as this money should have been his.

Yet Sang Yu, this sly girl, insisted on writing a receipt before. Now, she asks for money without mentioning borrowing, only repaying.

Making him feel like he owed her.

It’s really ****

Song Jiajia: "Sang Yu, you wish, this money is for Brother Lu."

She grabbed the money from Song Zhenhua’s hand.

Song Zhenhua didn’t stop her. With the money out of his hand, Sang Yu couldn’t do anything.

Sang Yu wiped her tears and said, "It’s okay, then I’ll borrow some from the neighbor aunt."

"Wait!"

Chen Jinlan and Song Zhenhua said in unison.

Chen Jinlan: If those women knew Sang Yu was borrowing money from them, they’d laugh at her.

Song Zhenhua: If others found out he was letting Sang Yu ask around for loans, wouldn’t all his efforts go to waste?

Factory-wise, it might even have negative repercussions.

Song Zhenhua gritted his teeth; Sang Yu, this sly girl, really changed.

Was her timidity all an act before?

Where did she get the guts now? Was it from Jiang Jingming?

Jiang Jingming stood behind Sang Yu, silently, yet exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Song Zhenhua: "Give her two hundred yuan."

Before Song Jiajia could refuse, Sang Yu said, "Uncle, two hundred might not be enough. After buying appliances yesterday, we have no money left, Brother Jiang spent all his salary this month,

besides needing to buy gifts for elders, we still have to live until next month when Brother Jiang gets paid."

If Song Zhenhua gave all the money to Lu Hao, it might be squandered.

Thus, she should try to get as much as possible.

Upon hearing Sang Yu’s words, Song Zhenhua felt a lump of blood stuck in his throat.

Song Jiajia: "Sang Yu, stop talking nonsense, I saw you buying clothes at the mall yesterday!"

Sang Yu innocently blinked: "Yes, because I don’t have any decent clothes, surely I can’t visit elders in my cousin’s old clothes?"

Song Zhenhua: "Jiajia, give your cousin five hundred yuan!"

Sounding somewhat teeth-gritted.

Five hundred, well, too much, and Song Zhenhua might explode with anger.

Song Jiajia tightly clutched the money: "Dad."

"Give her the money!" Song Zhenhua slammed the table hard.

Song Jiajia flinched.

She angrily counted out five hundred yuan from the pile.

Glared fiercely at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu took the money and smiled, "Thank you, uncle, I knew you cared for me the most."

"Is auntie not cooking? Then we won’t dine here. Brother Jiang and I will go buy things for relatives, goodbye uncle and auntie."

She turned to leave, but at the door, she suddenly looked back at the livid face of Song Jiajia: "Cousin, remember to repay when your husband’s business succeeds."

Then vanished through the door.

Song Zhenhua couldn’t hold back and smashed the cup on the table to the ground.

Cups shattered everywhere.

Chen Jinlan gritted her teeth: "That sly girl dared to scheme against us!"

Came empty-handed, yet swindled five hundred yuan!

Song Jiajia became more certain that Sang Yu had changed; she used to be so timid!

How could she dare to demand money like this!

Downstairs, Sang Yu got into the car, holding the money.

"Let’s go, I’ll treat you to a feast!" Sang Yu looked smugly at Jiang Jingming in the driver’s seat, like a successful little thief cat.

No wonder she didn’t take the return gift from yesterday.

Jiang Jingming gazed at Sang Yu with an affection that even he hadn’t realized: "Alright."

Sang Yu looked at the money in her hand, indeed, having money is great.

But retrieving the remaining two thousand might be difficult.