Cen Yue raised his eyebrows with interest. "I'm going to take a shower. These are gifts. Count them and see if they're enough to make your dream come true."

After he left, Song Yiyi found the sandalwood box, opened it, and took out the three passbooks inside.

One book was given to me by Song Xihui.

One of the books was opened by Song Yiyi herself, and she saved most of the money she had.

The last one was given to me by Cen Yue.

Song Yiyi opened the book that Cen Yue gave her without hesitation. After finding the string of numbers, she read it through.

He quickly leaned in closer to take another closer look.

After making sure that everything was correct, Song Yiyi closed the passbook with a snap.

Open it again the next second.

Cen Yue is a strange person. He said that the money in this passbook was all for her betrothal gift.

Then why didn't he choose to show off?

This is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine! !

So she's now a millionaire?!

When Song Yiyi guessed that he had no money, why didn't Cen Yue refute it?

No wonder Cen Yue didn’t buy a bicycle.

He bought gold, gave maintenance fees, and even held so many banquets in the courtyard.

Plus the betrothal gift.

Is he draining himself?

Cen Yue has no parental support behind him.

Cen Anguo didn't even attend the wedding banquet, let alone pay for it.

This can't be his property, right?!

Song Yiyi thought about it, put the passbook aside, and opened the one Song Hui gave her.

She had an expected figure in mind, thinking it would have to be at least a thousand yuan.

Open it and take a look.

Song Yiyi couldn't help but want to slap herself.

She thought it must be a dream.

It’s not that she is short-sighted. Before she came here, her mother gave her pocket money of seven figures.

But the times are different, and the situation is different.

There was 6,000 yuan in the passbook Song Hui gave her, with a thin piece of paper tucked inside.

Song Yiyi opened it.

She recognized the handwriting, which was vigorous and lively.

That was written to her by Song Xihui.

The letter was quite long, but the tone was still old-fashioned.

Most of the time, they told her to stay calm when encountering problems, and that being married is different from being at home, so she shouldn't lose her temper easily.

Song Yiyi even laughed.

In the second half, Song Hui wrote that part of the money was left by her biological mother.

Before her death, her mother told her that she must take care of Song Yiyi when she gets married.

Song Hui also told her not to spend money lavishly, to keep the money secretly and not tell anyone, including Cen Yue.

No matter how long he talked, Song Yiyi could even imagine his expression when he wrote this.

Must be serious and stubborn.

After reading the letter, Song Yiyi folded it carefully and put it back into her passbook.

She began to count the money in the tea tray.

This part is more complicated, with denominations of one yuan, two yuan, five yuan, and ten yuan.

After counting a small amount, Song Yiyi suddenly found an account book under the tea tray.

Doesn't she need to count at all? !

Cen Yue did it on purpose.

Song Yiyi put everything back in place and suddenly realized that tonight was not an ordinary night.

What did Cen Yue just say?

He goes to take a shower?

What comes after taking a shower?

She is not stupid.

For a moment, Song Yiyi wanted to escape.

Just because she was brave before doesn't mean she is really brave.

At that time, she had the faith to support her and she had to face the challenge.