Cen Yue came in just when she was spinning around like a top.
"Have you counted them?"
Song Yiyi heard his voice, turned around and took the passbook, and replied: "The share money has a record, so I won't count it."
The fact that Cen Yue entrusted her with the accounting must be because he trusted her and she didn't need to worry about it.
Cen Yue came over, bringing with him a breath of fresh air.
Song Yiyi picked up the passbook and turned around, taking two steps back without leaving a trace, putting some distance between them. "I'll return this to you. I'll accept the gift money."
Before the wedding banquet, Cen Yue said that all the money for the gift would belong to her, and she had no intention of being polite.
But regarding the betrothal gift, Cen Yue mostly did it to reassure his elders.
Song Yiyi appreciated this kindness.
But you can't take this money.
It's not that she is so noble that she is not tempted by money.
But she knew in her heart that things that cannot be seen are often the most valuable.
Song Yiyi will not sell herself just because she can become a millionaire.
Seeing clearly what she was holding in her hand, Cen Yue's eyes darkened a few times, and he curled his lips lazily and said, "Okay."
Song Yiyi just breathed a sigh of relief.
He just listened to him talk nonsense in a serious tone: "You like to distance yourself so much. When you go back to your parents' home tomorrow, I'll have someone send your brother and bring back his dowry."
Song Yiyi was silent.
What Gu Cheng sent her was a gift, and if she returned it, it would be a slap in the face of someone else.
Can the two be compared?
Song Yiyi raised her eyes and met Cen Yue's gaze.
She walked quickly to Cen Yue and extended her hand.
“Bang!”
Cen Yue stood there in astonishment, seemingly unable to react at all.
Song Yiyi just... hit him on the mouth?!
"you..."
Song Yiyi wasn't afraid at all. She looked at Cen Yue with a firm voice, "Cen Yue, if you want me to accept the passbook, you can just say, 'I want to give it to you, and if I give it to you, you're my son.' You can even say, 'Your brother gave it to you, and you want it, so why shouldn't I want it?'"
"You can ask, and I will answer. You can express your dissatisfaction, and we can communicate properly, but you are not allowed to be sarcastic."
After she finished speaking, she squatted down and put the passbook into the box.
Song Yiyi didn't use much force when she hit Cen Yue.
She actually doesn’t dare!
But she does not regret her actions.
After all, she had to spend some time with Cen Yue now, and she couldn't stand Cen Yue's temperament of not saying what he wanted to say and always being indecisive.
If people always have to guess when getting along with each other, they will get tired sooner or later.
Speak nicely.
It was her mother who taught her the most important thing in interpersonal relationships.
Song Yiyi put the boxes away in silence, then stood up and walked over to Cen Yue. She looked at him seriously and said, "I'll put the things away. If you need them, come to me."
"Also, I need you to help me calculate the amount of the things my brother gave me as a dowry. I will slowly return them to him when I have the chance."
Song Yiyi has her own considerations.
Whatever money Gu Cheng earned was earned through his missions and hard work.
Anyway, everything he bought was practical and she needed it too.
When he needs it in the future, she will buy it for him whenever she has the chance.
Song Yiyi always felt that even among family members, it was not the case that one party made all the sacrifices while the other just enjoyed the benefits with a clear conscience.
Emotional value and monetary value always have to be given to each other.
Cen Yue didn't say anything and just stood there motionless.
Song Yiyi felt increasingly uneasy.
She secretly glanced at Cen Yue and found that there was no warmth between his eyebrows.
"I..." Song Yiyi racked her brains and softened her tone. "I'm also worried that you'll be broke after you get married, and I feel bad for you going hungry. After all, you're a leader, so you'll always have somewhere to make money. If your pockets are cleaner than your face, how will those people look at you? You... understand, right?"
Song Yiyi steeled herself and thrust her face in front of Cen Yue. She closed her eyes and said, "If you really can't swallow this, then you can hit me too."
She waited two seconds.
Cen Yue finally spoke, "Well, I don't want the passbook. If I give it to you, it's yours. I have no money, so you support me."
It was clearly a humble remark, but coming out of his mouth, it felt condescending.
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