Exhausted from running around, Granny Zhou sat down and tapped the table: "Don't make me remind you of everything. This money should be used to buy houses for the children!"
She gets very angry when this is mentioned. Although she doesn't favor her eldest son Pengfei that much, he is ultimately the child of her most beloved youngest daughter.
Pengfei was forced to buy a house for his wedding, which led to a series of laughable incidents.
Fortunately, it was eventually discovered that the woman never intended to settle down in the first place; otherwise, the marriage, which was on the verge of falling through, would have been a source of regret for years.
Zhou Hongyu declined, saying, "Mom, this is your money. How can I use it to buy a house for my own child? If anyone's going to buy a house, it should be with my own money..."
She's rich now, extremely rich, and doesn't need to rely on her parents!
"What money do you have! The cultural center only pays a fixed salary; you probably couldn't save this much money in your entire life! I'm telling you to take it and use it!"
Granny Zhou was not to be refused.
Zhou Hongyu felt a sharp pain in her heart. It seemed that in her mother's eyes, she was indeed a useless little thing who needed to be pampered.
Granny Zhou made the decision: "It doesn't matter who comes, I'm using this money to buy houses for your children!"
Zhou Hongyu felt embarrassed. She was not short of money and could easily afford to buy houses for her children on her own if she wanted to.
So, she mustered up her courage and suggested, "Mom, I see so many people in the village starting to build houses. Why don't we use this money to build one too? Whether we leave it for my brother and sister to live in when they come back, or rent it out to subsidize them, it's a good option!"
Granny Zhou did not object, but she did not agree immediately either.
"Let me think about it..."
The Zhou family ancestral home has been passed down through generations and renovated several times. It can hardly be considered a cultural relic, so it wouldn't be a pity to demolish it.
However, Granny Zhou couldn't bear to part with it; it was one of the few things her deceased husband had left her.
Before going to bed, Granny Zhou took a box out of the corner for Zhou Hongyu.
“You weren’t home during the day, so a friend of Rihui’s delivered it. He specifically mentioned it was for you, but he didn’t say it was for me, so I didn’t touch your things!”
Noticing the bitterness in her mother's voice, Zhou Hongyu couldn't help but smile.
She placed the box on the table: "It's nothing good, just open it and take a look..."
“Hey! Go back to your own place and look at it again!” Granny Zhou interrupted.
They even specifically requested that it be handed over to Zhou Hongyu, but she resolutely refused to even glance at it!
Zhou Hongyu withdrew her hand, smiled at Granny Zhou's glare, and said obediently, "Mom, I'm leaving now!"
"Get out of here!" Granny Zhou picked up a rag from beside her and threw it over.
Zhou Hongyu smiled, picked up her suitcase, and led her two daughters back to the next room.
"Mom! I'll open it, I'll open it!" Chang Meiying jumped up and down, full of ambition, and reached out to open the box for Zhou Hongyu.
“Meiying, this is a gift from your second brother to Mom. She has to open it. You can only stand aside and watch!” Chang Shuying stopped her.
"Why not? I'm Mommy's little darling, my things belong to Mommy, and Mommy's things belong to me..."
"That won't work either..."
The two sisters started arguing back and forth, but Zhou Hongyu ignored them and was curious about what was in the box.
Chang Rihui even sent someone to deliver it to his home!
Zhou Hongyu opened the box, revealing a crack that almost blinded her.
It's money!
A whole box of money!
"Mom, what is it? Let me see it too..." Chang Meiying came over to join in the fun.
Seeing this, Chang Shuying stopped arguing and also stuck her head over.
It wasn't convenient for Shuying and Meiying to see this, so Zhou Hongyu immediately sewed up the small opening she had just made.
"Kids shouldn't be curious about everything. Have you washed up? Once you're done, get on the bed and go to sleep!"
Once you two are asleep, I'll have to figure out where to hide the money!
Chang Meiying was unhappy. She kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed): "Mom, you're not being loyal! I told you about how I used to wet my pants in the early childhood education class, but now you won't even tell me what's in the box!"
"I'm not going to wash up. I'm going to be a bad girl today. I'm going straight to sleep!"
Zhou Hongyu gritted her teeth, "Damn it, this brat!"
Chang Shuying tenderly lifted her chubby little sister off the kang (a heated brick bed): "Meiying, don't make a fuss. There are definitely things in the box that children can't see, so Mom doesn't want us to know. I'll take you to wash up now, and we'll go to sleep in a little while."
Chang Meiying was being held in someone's arms and was whimpering. However, the person who made her angry was her mother, not her sister.
So when her older sister carried her to wash up, she at most expressed her dissatisfaction, but did nothing else.
Shuying, my darling! Mommy loves you so much!
Seeing that the little troublemaker had been subdued, Zhou Hongyu nodded with relief.
I'm going to have a good night's sleep tonight.
That night, Shuying and Meiying slept soundly, while Zhou Hongyu, in the biting cold, put on her coat and got out of bed. Touching her box full of money, her heart was filled with warmth again.
Zhou Hongyu found a place to hide it, and she planned to take the day off work the next day and deposit the money in the bank.
"Mother……"
Zhou Hongyu was about to get into bed when she suddenly heard Chang Meiying's murmur, which startled her so much that she couldn't help but tremble.
Doing this kind of thing in the middle of the night is already incredibly stressful, and this brat!
Chang Meiying reached out and grabbed her thigh: "Pee..."
Zhou Hongyu, carrying Chang Meiying, planned to relieve herself in the spittoon in the corner.
Chang Meiying knew what she was thinking without even opening her eyes, and struggled: "No spittoon!"
Zhou Hongyu was completely driven to madness. Although her mother had built a toilet at home, she didn't know what she was thinking when she built it in the yard.
Chang Meiying refused to use the spittoon, so she had to help the two of them get dressed again and go to the toilet.
After getting ready, Zhou Hongyu was too cold to sleep when she returned from the yard, but the culprit, having satisfied his physiological needs, slept like a little pig.
When Zhou Hongyu woke up in the morning, her original plan was to ask for leave from the cultural center, and then after breakfast, she would have a few bodyguards escort her to the bank to deposit money.
She went out for a walk late last night and caught a complete cold!
"Shuying, Meiying, don't let your mother infect you!" Granny Zhou noticed the situation and chased the two children out of the room.
"Mom, ask me for a week off... no, ask for half a month off!" Sick people are especially vulnerable, and Zhou Hongyu was very uncomfortable lying in bed.
She couldn't help but feel resentful; she already had money, so why did she still have to go to work!
Granny Zhou opened the window a crack, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, making Zhou Hongyu instantly question her existence.
Is her mother trying to take this opportunity to murder her own daughter?
"Mom, I still have a cold..."
"You don't understand. When you have a cold, you need to ventilate the room even more. Otherwise, the virus will accumulate in the room, and even if I take care of you, I'll get sick too!"
Zhou Hongyu's head was buzzing. My life isn't a life...
After saying that, Granny Zhou patted the blanket tightly against Zhou Hongyu's chest and gave a firm order: "You still want to take half a month of sick leave? Three days at most. My daughter isn't a coward. Three days! Even if you're not better, you still have to get up and go to work!"
Zhou Hongyu wanted to die—
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