Chapter 412 Extra: Loss of Financial Power
The autumn dusk is as colorful as an oil painting, with the orange sunset covering most of the sky.
A business car drove straight into Taoyuan Community.
The young man who had been resting with his eyes closed in the back seat suddenly opened them and glanced out the window, "Stop the car ahead."
"Brother Song, your house is still up ahead. If you park here, you still have to walk some distance." The driver looked suspiciously at Song Zhiwei behind him through the rearview mirror.
After Song Zhiwei completed the concert repertoire in seclusion, he resumed his work in full swing.
The driver was a newcomer, and his agent had assigned him to help with driving two days ago.
Two months ago, Song Zhiwei sold the house he had bought in Tianshui Bay and bought a new one in Taoyuan. After renovation, he moved in just a week ago.
"Don't worry about it." Song Zhiwei waved his hand, took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket.
The driver stopped the car at the intersection ahead without asking any questions.
After Song Zhiwei got out of the car, he took out the gifts he brought back from the trunk. After watching the business car drive away, he quickly walked to Villa No. 78 Taoyuan and rang the doorbell.
After a while, the door opened automatically, and Song Zhiwei walked into the house skillfully. He walked along the stone brick path and came to the front door. He pushed the door open and walked in. After changing his shoes, he put his things in the living room as if he was at home. He looked around and saw no one.
Then he went into the kitchen.
The man was wearing casual clothes and an apron, busy cooking soup in front of the stove.
Song Zhiwei reached out and pinched a piece of cooked chicken, "Where's my sister?"
"Have you washed your hands?" Chen Jingmo raised his hand and patted Song Zhiwei's hand as he continued to reach for the plate.
Song Zhiwei withdrew his hand embarrassedly and walked to the faucet to wash off the oil stains on his hands.
Shen Jingmo immediately explained, "Yuanyuan is resting upstairs."
"Did you stay up late to work overtime again last night?" His sister usually doesn't have the habit of resting during the day.
"I got caught in the rain while inspecting the countryside a couple of days ago and got sick."
Hearing this, Song Zhiwei's alarm bells immediately rang, "How did you take care of my sister? You actually took care of her and made her sick."
Shen Jingmo felt very guilty about this.
When Song Zhiyuan went to the countryside for inspection, he happened to be working in another place. Unexpectedly, when he just returned home, he learned that Song Zhiyuan was ill. He was very worried. He turned down two filmings in the past two days and stayed at home to take care of her.
Before Shen Jingmo could explain, Song Zhiyuan came down from upstairs in a white sweater and suit with disheveled hair. "Don't blame Jingmo. I didn't bring an umbrella and got caught in the rain. Who knew I'd get sick?"
Although Song Zhiyuan looked listless, she looked very healthy and had not lost weight due to illness. This showed that Shen Jingmo was taking good care of her.
"Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back? That way your brother-in-law could have added two dishes for you."
"I'm not picky about food." Song Zhiwei immediately ran to the living room and handed the gifts he brought back to the two of them one by one. "Sister, I brought you some local mushrooms. They said they would make a delicious soup. I'll ask Shen Jingmo to make it for you."
Song Zhiyuan and Shen Jingmo have been married for several months, but Song Zhiwei is still not used to calling Shen Jingmo brother-in-law, but he doesn't call him by his nickname like he used to.
"Xiao Wei is so thoughtful." Song Zhiyuan asked Chen Jingmo to put the mushrooms in the refrigerator.
Song Zhiyuan was about to help serve the dishes when Song Zhiwei pushed her out of the kitchen. "Sister, leave the kitchen chores to us boys. You just need to be responsible for eating."
"Okay." Song Zhiyuan helped take out the dishes and chopsticks, and handed the remaining food to the two of them to serve on the table.
At the dinner table, Song Zhiyuan casually asked, "Have you approved the application for the concert venue?"
"The venues in various places have been approved and tickets will be available for sale in a while, but Linjiang City is the last stop." Song Zhiwei still felt a little regretful that Linjiang City was not approved as the first stop.
Since he couldn't make it to the first stop, Song Zhiwei put it at the last stop.
While Song Zhiyuan was drinking soup, her eyes naturally fell on the man opposite her.
Since getting married, Shen Jingmo has gradually become a husband, and his temperament has become different. "Remember to grab the tickets when the time comes."
"Sister, there's no need to rush for tickets. I've asked my agent to reserve the tickets for the Linjiang venue for you. They're all front row tickets." After the venue application was approved, Song Zhiwei informed her agent.
After dinner, Shen Jingmo went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
The brother and sister sat leisurely on the sofa and played a movie that Shen Jingmo had filmed before.
When Shen Jingmo came out again, he placed a plate of sliced pineapple on the coffee table. When he sat down at one end of the sofa, Song Zhiyuan, who was originally leaning on the sofa, naturally fell into Shen Jingmo's arms.
He naturally caught her tilted upper body, pulled the cloak draped over the back of the sofa to cover her, picked up a piece of pineapple with a toothpick and fed it to her mouth.
Song Zhiwei, who was originally sitting next to his sister, moved aside after seeing this scene.
He reached out and took the pillow and held it in his arms.
This picture is too sugary.
Song Zhiyuan swallowed a piece of pineapple and seemed to remember something important. She shifted her gaze from the movie to the man's face. "Jing Mo, I received two inexplicable transfers this afternoon. The notes also showed endorsement fees. What's going on?"
I woke up and saw these two text messages.
Song Zhiyuan went downstairs to ask him, but was interrupted by Song Zhiwei and forgot about it. Now he suddenly remembered it.
His fingers caressed her dark hair, intentionally or unintentionally. "I will change the account for the transfer to yours, and I will hand over the financial power of the family to you."
Song Zhiyuan's salary and agricultural research projects are not much. She never manages her salary after punching it in. Now that so much money is being transferred to her card, it is a headache to see it.
"But I'm good at managing finances, and your salary is high, so I'm afraid I can't handle it well." Song Zhiyuan looked at the man worriedly.
Shen Jingmo naturally fed him another pineapple, "No need to take special care of it."
Shen Jingmo then added, "But Yuanyuan, you have to give me 200 yuan tomorrow."
Song Zhiyuan turned over and looked at Shen Jingmo hesitantly, "Why are you suddenly asking for money?"
Shen Jingmo took out his empty pockets and showed them to Song Zhiyuan. "My film salary and company income have all been transferred to Yuanyuan's name. I don't have a penny on me now."
Apart from the money for buying a house, decorating it and the wedding, Shen Jingmo transferred all his property from the first half of his life to Song Zhiyuan as a betrothal gift.
For this, Song Zhiyuan was full of surprise.
She never expected that Shen Jingmo would actually give her all the funds.
She believed in Chen Jingmo. She was not good at managing money, so after getting married, she never mentioned the issue of financial power.
He actually used this method to give her a sense of security.
"Is two hundred yuan enough?" Song Zhiyuan touched the phone that was thrown on the coffee table. "I'll transfer ten thousand yuan to you and you can spend it first."
Shen Jingmo reached out to stop Song Zhiyuan from pushing Ling backwards, "Enough."
"Are you sure it's enough? You usually have social engagements, and the crew still needs to maintain personal relationships." Thinking of this, Song Zhiyuan felt that ten thousand yuan was not enough.
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