When Lin Wencui and her party arrived at the door, the mule cart had already turned around and was hurrying away into the distance with a clanging sound.

After waving goodbye, Grandpa Li turned around and saw a large group of people coming from behind him.

"Hey! Everyone's here! Perfect timing, we can go over the accounts."

Yan Bugui then said with a smile, "These country folk are so hospitable; they insisted on sending us back."

Then Grandpa Li started counting on his fingers and began listing the bills one by one, such as funeral clothes expenses, coffin expenses, entertainment expenses, and other miscellaneous expenses, which made Qin Huairu's heart pound with fear.

"Impossible, how could there be so many?" Qin Huairu questioned.

As an elderly resident of the compound, Mr. Li did not argue with a woman.

But Yan Bugui, who always loved to take advantage, wouldn't have it, and immediately pulled out a piece of paper.

"Qin Huairu, you can't renege on your debt. I have everything clearly recorded here. Things like funeral clothes and coffins were obtained from an old lady in the next village after a lot of effort because the incident happened so suddenly. They certainly weren't cheap."

In addition, the hospitality expenses were all provided by the villagers because there were no vouchers, so they were not cheap. There were also labor costs, erecting a monument, burning paper money, etc., none of which were free!

This is all the money the hospital managed to raise, and we haven't even spent it all. Instead of thanking us, you complain that we've used too much. Everyone, be the judge, is there anyone like this?

After listening to Yan Bugui ramble on for a long time, Qin Huairu didn't hear anything else clearly, except for the sentence that the money hadn't been spent yet.

So she forced herself to ask, "Uncle Yan, how much money is left?"

"Well……?"

Yan Bugui was somewhat embarrassed at this point. He had just boasted so much, but in reality, he didn't have much money left.

“Um…um…! After deducting our wages, there are 6 cents left. I’ll give you the bill along with it now.”

After saying that, Yan Bugui first handed the list to Qin Huairu, and then took out six one-cent coins from his pocket and handed them over again.

"Huai Ru! Keep this money for now. You can use it to pay back the money that everyone chipped in. We're all struggling to make ends meet, and none of us have any extra money."

Looking at the six coins lying in her hand, Qin Huairu felt like crying but had no tears.

I feel like I was too clever for my own good this time, and ended up shooting myself in the foot.

If she were to go back, it definitely wouldn't cost that much money, not even a fraction of it.

But now, in front of the entire hospital, she dared not say she had no money, otherwise these people would tear her apart.

Finally, she had to say some words of thanks against her will and promise to repay the money as soon as possible.

When the neighbors heard that the money would be returned, they gave up and left satisfied.

Not long after they got home, people heard arguing coming from the Jia family's house.

However, the noise only lasted for half an hour before it stopped, and no one paid any more attention to it.

However, is there really no further activity? The answer is no.

It's just that Yang Laoshi has changed his methods and continues to torment Qin Huairu.

His foul language terrified Huaihua.

But the room was poorly soundproofed, with only a curtain in the middle, leaving her nowhere to hide. She could only bury her head deep in the quilt and endure the seductive sounds.

Lying on the bed, Qin Huairu was like a dead fish, silently enduring everything.

"Qin Huairu, can't you even react? I've spent so much of your money today, and this is your attitude?" Yang Laoshi finally couldn't hold back anymore.

This woman wasn't like this when she seduced him, but she's spent so much of my money today, she can't just stay silent, can she?

"Oh well! Just make do with this, why make such a fuss?"

Qin Huairu was also extremely impatient, because she was thinking about what she had miscalculated today.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be satisfied! That's over a hundred yuan! Who ruined my good deed?

While Qin Huairu was still desperately pursuing the truth, our Director Sun, the instigator of this whole affair, was enjoying a carefree and happy life.

At this moment, he was embracing his fragrant wife, doing some activities that were beneficial to his body and mind.

As the saying goes, women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and suck the dust from the ground at fifty, making middle-aged and elderly people hesitate to approach them. Their calves tremble all day long, and they always have goji berries in their hands to make tea.

But it is clear that Sun Zhengguo is not among them.

Although Ning Xiaowei is indeed fierce and aggressive at this stage, in his opinion, this is just the beginning of the adjustment period and the beginning of the most wonderful state.

Therefore, the couple were now enjoying the passion and happiness of their intimate moments as if they were having a great time.

After a thrilling battle, the observant Ning Xiaowei noticed that the umbrella had developed a small hole due to the excessive force exerted earlier.

"Jung-guk, look what you've done! What are we going to do now?"

Seeing his wife naked, carrying that small umbrella, Sun Zhengguo simply couldn't bear to look.

"No, honey, why are you carrying that? Do you have some kind of bad habit?"

"Go away, I'm talking to you about serious matters! There's a hole in it, do you think it might...?"

Despite his wife's seemingly detailed and convincing explanation, Sun Zhengguo didn't take it seriously at all.

"Come on, throw it away first, then we can have a proper talk."

"Oh well!"

Ning Xiaowei didn't argue. She casually threw the small umbrella into the trash can, wiped her hands, and then crawled back into the thin blanket.

"Jung-guk, do you think you're pregnant? You know, I'm not safe right now!"

"Don't worry, honey, it's not that easy to get pregnant. We've had this happen before, and it's always been safe! Besides, if you really do get pregnant, then just have the baby! It's not like we can't afford to raise it."

Hearing the first half of Sun Zhengguo's sentence made Ning Xiaowei feel a little better.

But when she heard the second half of the sentence, she was so angry that she pinched Sun Zhengguo's waist lightly.

Sun Zhengguo cooperated readily, pleading, "It hurts, it hurts, wife, please be gentle, please be gentle..."

Ning Xiaowei snorted coldly, "I'll teach you to talk nonsense. Is it a matter of whether you can afford to raise them or not?"

"What's the problem?"

Sun Zhengguo was also puzzled. Is having children something to be ashamed of?

“Zhengguo, have you ever thought about it? We’re not young anymore. If we have another child, it’s fine for you; people will just praise you for being so capable. But what about me? People will say that I’m always thinking about that kind of nonsense and making a fuss over nothing. I don’t even know how old I am.”

After hearing Ning Xiaowei's explanation, Sun Zhengguo was speechless. What kind of illogical nonsense was this?

My wife is in her prime, so why is she considered too old and unable to have children?

Is it really necessary to care so much about other people's feelings? Life shouldn't be this tiring.

He then began to persuade his wife to abandon those traditional old ideas, not to care about other people's opinions, to let go of herself, and to do whatever she wanted!

Soon, the couple were laughing and twirling together, with Ning Xiaowei saying no.

But when it came to the crucial moment, she quickly took out a small umbrella from under her pillow and personally helped Sun Zhengguo put it on.

Life really is like a play, it all depends on acting skills; if you take it seriously, you lose.