"Alright, just do what you need to do. The money issue has been resolved, and no one needs to worry about Yuebao's affairs. Do you understand?"

Zhao Ping frowned, glanced around, and gave warnings and reminders in a sonorous and forceful manner.

Everyone: “…”

Lin Linghua pouted and was about to say something, but Ai Dong glared at her, forcing her to shut up in disappointment.

Back in the room, she couldn't help but complain: "What are you doing? Why don't you let me ask clearly?"

"What are you asking?"

Ai Dong stared at her impatiently and snorted coldly: "Did you lose your money?"

"No!"

Lin Linghua was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment, and blurted out.

"What does it have to do with you whether Yuebao has money or not?"

"I……"

"Don't meddle in Yuebao's affairs, or your parents will be unhappy!"

Ai Dong looked at her dimly and warned her seriously, "You'll suffer the consequences of your own actions. You should have heard of this, right?"

After saying that, without waiting for her to react, he fell asleep.

Lin Linghua was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. Her face instantly turned as black as charcoal. What did he mean by this?

They always protect that dead girl like this, I really don’t know what’s wrong with them?

Humph, don't ask, she will know the truth sooner or later.

Lin Linghua glared at Ai Dong's back for a long time in frustration, muttering, "All you do is sleep like a pig! I'm so pissed off!"

The other side:

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Ai Cheng looked at Zhao Ping sitting at the head of the bed in a daze, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Ping came back to her senses, lowered her voice, and said excitedly: "Old man, do you still remember what the fortune-teller said more than ten years ago?"

"What?"

Ai Cheng didn't react for a moment, and his old face was full of question marks!

"Have you forgotten?"

Zhao Ping widened her eyes, somewhat incredulous.

Ai Cheng looked innocent, silent for a while, then shook his head: "I really forgot, just tell me directly, don't beat around the bush."

Zhao Ping glared at him in dissatisfaction, but she slowly spoke, "Back then, an old monk came to our house to ask for water. Before he left, he said that a happy event would soon be happening in our family, and he even handed us a brocade sachet. We didn't pay much attention, but the day after he left, the third son's wife gave birth to Yuebao, and that day there were lightning, thunder, and a torrential downpour!"

"After Yuebao is born, we will open the brocade box and see the words 'A calamity at the age of thirteen, reborn from the ashes, a life of wealth and prosperity, and good fortune!'"

Ai Cheng suddenly understood and excitedly responded to Zhao Ping's words, saying with deep emotion: "Although I don't understand what it means, we dote on Yuebao to the sky."

“That’s right!”

Zhao Ping smiled with relief, feeling very fortunate: "Don't you think Yuebao has been reborn from the ashes and is starting to have good fortune now?"

"ah?"

"Look at you, old man, you have such a bad memory!"

Zhao Ping glanced at him with disdain and whispered, "Didn't Yuebao fall into the river a few days ago?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ai Cheng excitedly slapped his thigh, his old face flushed: "This year is exactly when Yuebao turns thirteen. Is this her calamity?"

"No mistake!"

Zhao Ping was very excited: "Ever since she woke up, although she is still cute and adorable, she seems to have become a different person. She is even more caring and filial to us. We are even lucky..."

In a moment, Zhao Ping recounted everything that had happened in the past few days, such as how he got a wild boar weighing several hundred kilograms when he went up the mountain, how he sold the wild boar, how he returned the money to Lao Qin's family in a domineering manner, and so on!

"This...this is too amazing, right?"

Ai Cheng was a little stunned, his emotions were surging, and he felt like he had entered the script of a fairy tale.