Jiang Shiyue took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and pushed it to him on the table, "Use this to pay back the money you borrowed."

Chen Shanhe habitually refused, "No, I still have one month's allowance to collect. I will go to the finance department to collect it later. There is no rush to pay my comrades." He paid it back slowly.

Since getting married, Jiang Shiyue has become accustomed to being in debt from time to time.

"Chen Shanhe, we are husband and wife now, right?"

Chen Shanhe nodded.

"Since we are husband and wife, our property and debts are shared. Your money is mine, but I also own half of your debt. Besides, these five hundred were extorted from Zhao Caifeng. They were originally your hard-earned money."

Chen Shanhe still shook his head. "That's true. But you're going to college now, and you'll need to spend a lot of money. I know the school provides subsidies, but the living expenses are definitely not that generous. You have money on you, so buy whatever you want to eat and wear. Don't suffer!"

Jiang Shiyue frowned, trying to organize her words so that Chen Shanhe would accept them without hurting his face.

She wanted to say that the money she earned casually was more than what he earned in a month.

There's really no need to be so frugal.

After thinking it over, he couldn't find the right words, so he gave up and pushed the money to Yangyang, "Son, this is your pocket money for the second half of the year."

Yangyang: “…”

Chen Shanhe: “…”

Yangyang looked up at Jiang Shiyue and then at Chen Shanhe, and sighed like a little adult.

Chen Shanhe looked at Jiang Shiyue with the tip of his tongue against his back teeth. After looking for a while, he suddenly smiled.

His tone was three parts frustration and seven parts pride. "Alright! Just eat soft rice! It's easy to digest."