Chapter 82 He Looks Down on Her Money

Molly felt a pain on her lips; Ji Hefeng seemed dissatisfied with her earlier retreat.

Molly frowned, involuntarily gasping for breath, but Ji Hefeng seized the opportunity and charged straight in—

It was clearly their first kiss, yet Molly sensed Ji Hefeng's awkwardness and his own ease, even though only a few minutes had passed. This man's ability to explore and learn was frighteningly strong!

She, who was originally at the same level, soon found her breathing disordered and her face turned red from holding her breath.

Seemingly sensing that she was about to suffocate, Ji Hefeng released her.

Heaving breaths reached her ears, and Molly never knew that just the sound of panting could fascinate her so much.

"Feel sorry--"

His voice was hoarse and filled with frustration.

"Why?" Molly's rationality crumbled, and she didn't understand what he meant by that.

"I forgot to prepare." Ji Hefeng wished he could rush to the hospital right now, but if he went to the hospital now, the whole camp would know tomorrow that he went to find family planning supplies late at night, and his and her reputation in the camp would be even more prominent.

Molly didn't quite understand. "What preparations are needed?"

Ji Hefeng lowered his head and whispered something in her ear, his warm breath spraying onto Molly's fair earlobe, making her feel like she was about to burst into flames.

"Why?" she asked again.

"There will be children." Ji Hefeng didn't expect her to be so lacking in common sense, but considering that she was only nineteen years old and had no elders around, it was normal for her not to understand.

"Don't you want children?" Molly felt a surge of anger, clearly forgetting that she was the one who said she didn't want children during the day.

"Yes, I do." He dreams of having a child with her, but now isn't the best time.

Ji Hefeng sat on the bed, pulling Molly onto his lap, his eyes fixed intently on her. "I want to wait a little longer, until my family is exonerated. My family were 'red capitalists,' the kind with proper licenses. We kept a very low profile before the movement started, otherwise we would have been among the first to be purged at the beginning, and wouldn't have survived for so many years. My family has no problems; we've handed over everything we were supposed to, but our former enemies gained power, and we were suppressed, which led to our current situation. A few months ago, the situation changed, and people were being exonerated. I've been traveling around, and I think it won't be long before my family is exonerated. When that time comes, we'll consider having children. Then, I can give you the best fabrics, the best supplements, and formula for the baby..."

What he had, his children will have too.

Molly really wanted to ask him, "Didn't you say you handed everything over?"

“I have money too,” Molly explained.

“That’s your private savings, keep it for yourself. All my allowances are for you, and I’ll give you all my money in the future,” Ji Hefeng said without hesitation.

“What I’m trying to say is that I also have the money to raise a child, more than three thousand yuan,” Molly said. In her opinion, three thousand was a lot of money. In Xiaonan Village, many families didn’t even have a hundred yuan.

Ji Hefeng curled his lips. This silly wife of his had just revealed all her secrets to him.

"Hmm, more than three thousand, that's a lot." Zhao Jian'an didn't know how she had saved more than three thousand. He only said that he would help her deal with a batch of poultry and livestock when he got back, without saying how much money she made.

"You look down on my money." Molly realized that Ji Hefeng didn't care about her three thousand yuan at all.

"No," Ji Hefeng assured him. "Molly, you're amazing. Out of all the military wives in the region, you're absolutely one of a kind who can earn over three thousand yuan on your own."

Ji Hefeng was telling the truth, "Moreover, in the entire military region, there are fewer than five people who can come up with more than three thousand yuan at once."

“But you don’t think three thousand yuan is much.” Molly was still unhappy.

Ji Hefeng paused for a moment, then said, "Of course it's a lot. It's just that we have money, but we don't have the ration coupons. Many good things require coupons. I want to give you and the children the best."

Molly was still not convinced. She asked, "How much pocket money did you get each month before you joined the army?"

"Well--"

Ji Hefeng looked at Molly, his expression becoming cautious. "Three, three thousand."

"Tell the truth." Molly noticed his guilty conscience.

"Five thousand." Ji Hefeng gave up resisting. Besides his allowance, he also received dividends from Hong Kong, earning over five figures every month. But then something happened, and all his money was transferred to a secret account there. Now he's truly penniless.

Molly: "......."

No wonder they look down on her savings.

Molly angrily got off Ji Hefeng, lay down in the corner of the bed, turned her back to him, and stopped talking.

Ji Hefeng's expression was a mixture of doting and helplessness as he scooted closer to her. "That was before. Now I have nothing but you."

To feign loyalty in a pitiful manner.

Molly wouldn't listen.

“It will all be yours in the future, and it will belong to the children. Does that make you feel a little better?” Ji Hefeng coaxed patiently.

Molly scoffed inwardly, "I can earn it myself, and so can my child."

"Of course, with your abilities, our child will surely surpass you and build a successful business on their own." Ji Hefeng also believed that his child would definitely be outstanding.

Ji Hefeng pulled Molly into his arms and asked, "What do you think our child will look like?"

Upon hearing this, Molly couldn't help but imagine what the children would look like and what their personalities would be like. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, wishing she could have a few children right now to see them.

"Anyway, it definitely won't be bad," she said.

“Even if they’re not that outstanding, as long as they’re ours, I’ll still like them,” Ji Hefeng added.

Molly nodded. "Of course."

Molly was still thinking about the child when she heard Ji Hefeng's even breathing.

She slowly turned around, and the two of them were now facing each other. She traced Ji Hefeng's features with her gaze, and the more she looked, the more beautiful he seemed. Their child, whether he resembled her or Ji Hefeng, would never be ugly.

How many of these beautiful children should we have?

Molly thought about the problem seriously; two or three wouldn't be too few, and five or six wouldn't be too many either.

At this moment, Molly had already forgotten that she had told Mo An and Lu Lu not to let his wife have so many children in the future.

When Molly woke up the next day, Ji Hefeng was still in bed, his long arms tightly holding her, as if protecting some precious treasure.

"Awake?" Ji Hefeng asked in a hoarse voice.

Molly hummed in agreement. "I'll get up first. You can sleep a little longer."

Ji Hefeng sat up, calmly grabbed the sheet and covered him between his legs, "I'm not going to sleep anymore, I need to rest for a bit, I'll go out later."

Molly's face flushed as she watched him. She turned away, hurriedly changed her clothes, and left the room without looking back. Ji Hefeng silently watched her busy herself; every expression and every movement of hers became incredibly cute and amusing in his eyes.

Mo An and Lu Lu have already gone to the cafeteria. Mo Chuyang has woken up and is sweeping the floor.

“Children don’t need to get up so early; not getting enough sleep will stunt their growth,” Molly said.

Mo Chuyang paused, holding the broom. "But my uncle and brother are up."

“They’re going to learn to cook, it’s different. In our family, if you’re not in school, you’re free to sleep in as long as you want.” Molly walked past her to the kitchen. “Sleep in tomorrow.”

“Okay, Mom, I understand.” Mo Chuyang followed behind Molly. “Whatever you need, Mom, I can help you.”

"I'm planning to make dumplings, but we don't have any chives, pork, or cabbage at home. Chuyang, could you go and buy some for Mom?"

"OK."

"I'll go get you the money and tickets. You go and queue up, I'll stay home and knead the dough."

Mo Chuyang felt a little uneasy receiving so much money and tickets for the first time. She had never bought groceries before, but this was the first task her mother had assigned her, and she was determined to do it well.

Those who come to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy vegetables so early are all adults, and Mo Chuyang is the youngest in the line.

"Chuyang, why are you up so early?" someone asked.

"My uncle and brother went to the cafeteria to help Uncle Wang. I heard them getting up, so I got up too," Mo Chuyang said.

"Do you share a room with your uncle and brother?" another person asked. It's quite common for boys and girls to share a room when there aren't enough rooms in the house.

“No,” Mo Chuyang shook his head. “I sleep in my own room. Yesterday, my mom and dad bought me a new desk and a box. My mom said I shouldn’t get up so early anymore, because kids won’t grow tall if they don’t get enough sleep.”

"Molly is so good to you," someone sighed.

Mo Chuyang smiled shyly, "Mom also said she's going to make me two new outfits. She already bought the fabric yesterday."

"Oh dear, then you'll have new clothes to wear." Everyone smiled at Mo Chuyang, their eyes filled with kindness. The news that her biological mother had taken all of the child's clothes and shoes without leaving her anything behind had already spread. Everyone felt sorry for the child because of her mother's inhumanity, but fortunately, she had met a kind adoptive mother.

Of course, not everyone is kind. An untimely voice rang out, "Chuyang, why didn't your mother take you away, but took your two older sisters instead? Is it because your mother doesn't like you running to Molly's house every day?"

Mo Chuyang didn't recognize the woman, but she instinctively felt she didn't like her. Mo Chuyang lowered her head, her voice also becoming low. "My biological mother said that my eldest and second eldest sisters are grown up and can work. If we take them back and raise them for a few years, we can sell them and get two dowries. But I'm different. I'm still young and will need to be raised for many more years. It's not worth it to take them back."

"Oh my god, is this something a mother would do? She treats her own child like this, her heart is truly black!"

"I never realized Liu Dani was like this before. I really misjudged her!"

“I’ve never liked Liu Dani. She’s petty and calculating, and her eyes are so shrewd. I never thought she would scheme against her own daughter. She doesn’t deserve to be a mother.”

"That's right, what era are we living in? They're still thinking about selling their daughters for a dowry. Yu Jin'an's pension isn't low, isn't that enough for her? They're just insatiable."

"......."

Mo Chuyang returned quickly, bringing back everything Molly needed.

"So fast?" Molly was surprised.

"Everyone saw that I was a child, so they let me go first in line." Mo Chuyang didn't mention that when they saw her with her head down, they thought she was thinking of her biological mother and was crying sadly, so they didn't let her wait in line and let her buy first.

Molly had no doubt. "Remember to thank them. But next time, we'll still queue up. We're not in a rush. If they're sold out, it's okay if we don't buy anything. People's kindness is limited. Once we've used it all up, there won't be any more."

"Mom, I understand." Mo Chuyang obediently replied, "Mom, we still have some money and tickets left."

"Just put it in the cabinet in the living room." Molly didn't ask how much it cost or how much was left.

"Mom, aren't you going to ask me how much I spent?" Mo Chuyang tilted his head.

“Spend as much as you need to. You’re my daughter, of course I trust you.” Molly’s tone was very casual.

Mo Chuyang felt a lump in her throat and turned her face away. "I'll go fetch well water to water the sweet potatoes and potatoes."

“Your dad went to do morning exercises. He said he’ll do this when he gets back. You wash the vegetables you bought, and I’ll chop the meat.”

Molly moved very quickly. Whether chopping filling or rolling dumpling wrappers, her beautiful hands moved so fast that they were almost invisible, leaving Mo Chuyang in awe.

When Ji Hefeng returned, the dumplings were already wrapped.

"Go take a shower, and the dumplings will be ready to eat when you come out," Molly said.

"Mom, I heard you say dumplings!" Lu Lu rushed in and headed straight for the kitchen. When he saw the plump, white dumplings, his mouth almost watered.

"What should we do? We brought back steamed buns." Mo An said helplessly. This was the consequence of not discussing it the night before.

Molly thought for a moment and said, "I'll slice it up for lunch, coat it with egg, and fry it."

“That will definitely taste good.” Mo An smiled. “I’ll make it.”

After learning cooking from Uncle Wang, Mo An became very enthusiastic about cooking and never missed any opportunity to practice his skills.

Molly made two hundred dumplings, and Ji Hefeng ate fifty of them by himself. Of the remaining hundred or so, Molly ate thirty, Mo An ate thirty, and Lu Lu and Mo Chuyang each ate twenty.

There were fifty left, which were given to Zhao Jian'an, who arrived late.

Zhao Jian'an's expression was still not good. "I just ran into the division commander. He asked you to go see him now. I saw that the division commander looked very serious, so I'm afraid he has something else to do."

Ji Hefeng was putting the last dumpling in his mouth when he heard Zhao Jian'an's words. His gaze darkened, and he said to Molly, "You eat your breakfast first, I'll go over there."

Molly nodded slowly, the dumpling in her mouth suddenly losing its flavor.

Ji Hefeng strode away, and the children sensed that something was wrong and all shut their mouths.

"Don't worry, with He Feng's current strength, no task can stump him," Zhao Jian'an said.

“He’s too thin,” Molly said, making a completely unrelated remark.

He was too thin, and she wanted him to stay in the camp so she could help him get stronger.

Half an hour later, Ji Hefeng returned. As soon as he entered the door, he strode over to Molly and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry."

Molly's heart skipped a beat, and she asked in a muffled voice, "Going out again?"

"Okay, go find a few people." Ji Hefeng didn't say where to go, how important those people were, or how dangerous his mission was.

Actually, we need to find not only people, but also things.

Many people were lost in Kyoto, so they had no choice but to find their military region and approach him, the newly crowned "all-around" king of soldiers.

"Be careful." Besides those four words, Molly didn't know what else to say.

"I will come back safe and sound, I promise." He couldn't bear to die, he couldn't bear to leave her.

"Okay." Molly nudged Ji Hefeng. "I'll go help you pack your things."

"Time is of the essence, no need to bring luggage. I just came back to say goodbye, I have to leave now." Ji Hefeng said, hugging Molly tightly again, then letting go, turning around and striding away.

He didn't bring any clothes or even identification. What mission was he going to carry out?