While holding Jiang Jinyao, he took out a red box from the drawer.
To open the box, Song Ting released Jiang Jinyao.
The box was opened, and inside were some money and various receipts.
“This money is all the money and receipts your father has sent you over the years. Your mother has also saved some for you. Your father sends money every six months, 1,500 yuan each time, twice a year, which is a total of 3,000 yuan. Your mother’s salary is relatively low, and she can only save about 400 to 500 yuan for you a year. So, in the past seven or eight years, she has saved more than 20,000 yuan for you. All of this money was secretly kept at home.”
Jiang Jinyao was shocked. More than 20,000? What did that even mean?
"This money has been saved up for seven or eight years, all for your wedding."
When Song Ting got divorced, her monthly salary wasn't high, but it was enough to support her daughter's daily life.
"Mother!"
Jiang Jinyao felt she no longer needed to work; this money was enough for her to live on for half her life.
"Mom, you've spent all your money on me all these years, and you've still saved so much?" Jiang Jinyao felt even more guilty looking at her mother. "Why don't you treat yourself better!"
It must be because my mother was too frugal that she got sick.
“Mom earns a little over a hundred a month, but most of the money is spent on clothes and food. She can only save about eighty to a hundred a month. Sometimes she has to spend money when she is sick or during holidays, so she doesn’t save much. Most of the money comes from your dad.”
Song Ting pulled Jiang Jinyao along, wanting to leave this place and leave her daughter to live alone here. She was really reluctant to do so.
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