"What kind of foreign language is this? It's just a broken pen, but you're making it sound so fancy. You're spoiling the kids so much now. It'll be better if they don't care about you when you two are old."
Perhaps Shu Ying had hidden something in the children's room. Ding Rumei's eyes darted around, and she began rummaging through the room.
Even a little bit of money leaking from between Shu Ying's fingers would be much better than her farming in the countryside.
I'll bring back some valuable things, so I can at least show them off to my fellow villagers.
"It's just some clothes, nothing else of value. The fabric is nice, but nobody's buying it now, so it's useless to take it back. We can't just go around here and come back empty-handed, can we?"
Ding Rumei was starting to have doubts about life.
There was nothing in the child's room; she had searched every cupboard and box. There weren't many children in the house, and she couldn't very well steal some toys to take home.
There were two coats that looked nice, but they were for children, and she tried them on but couldn't squeeze into them at all.
"Never mind that for now, let's take the stuff back first. At worst, we can just sell it as scrap. It's better than not finding anything at all."
Ding Rumei put the two children's books into a bag, planning to sell them as scrap paper later, as the paper would fetch a good amount of money.
She just didn't know when she would leave, so she didn't go too far. If the two children found out that something was missing, she wouldn't be able to get rid of it.
Even though there was nothing inside the house, Ding Rumei was still unwilling to give up.
Since it wasn't in the children's room, she decided to look in Shuying's room. Even if there were no valuables, finding some money would be fine.
She closed the wardrobe door and heard faint footsteps outside. Ding Rumei's heart tightened, and just as she was about to find a place to hide, she saw Yangyang at the door.
The room was a mess, as if it had been burgled. Yangyang hates it when people touch his things without permission.
Ding Rumei wore an awkward smile, and before she could even explain, Yangyang glared at her angrily.
"Auntie, what are you doing? Why are you touching my and my sister's things? You've turned the house upside down!"
At that time, Ding Rumei was still holding the two little ones' coats in her hands. Yangyang quickly walked over and snatched them from her hands. When he was angry, he looked even more like Xie Zhiyan.
"This was specially bought for my sister and me by my mother when we first came to Beijing. Why did you come to our room?"
He already had a bold guess in his mind, but he didn't understand why she would do this.
Aunt Song clearly respected them, but his aunt was constantly belittling him and his sister.
Ding Rumei felt a little panicked and quickly waved her hand: "I just saw that these clothes were dirty and wanted to wash them for you. Besides, you never said that I couldn't come to your room. Since you don't want to, then forget it. I'm just meddling in other people's business. These city people, big and small, all have their own rules. Anyway, whatever I do is wrong."
After she finished speaking, she pretended to be nonchalant, put the things on the ground, and turned to leave.
Her walking posture was a bit strange, and her steps seemed very heavy. Yangyang stared intently at her.
This is really not right!
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