Chapter 92: Disdain
"This must be Nuannuan, right?" The old woman’s eyes had always been fixed on Qin Xiangmei, trying to find traces of her own daughter in Qin Xiangmei’s face. But she was truly disappointed—there was nothing, absolutely nothing. Qin Xiangnuan she was looking at bore not a single resemblance to Du Ping, although the child was pretty and cute in her own way, she was not the familiar face.
Qin Xiangmei turned her face away, pouting unwillingly.
"Brother, who’s this dirty old woman? Let’s go, she stinks to death."
And these words wounded Granny Lu, causing her to involuntarily step back, feeling utterly ashamed of herself.
"Yangyang..." She called out Qin Xiangyang’s name with discomfort, then, trembling, she reached into her pocket. After fumbling for a while, she finally pulled out an old handkerchief. She opened it layer by layer, revealing some money inside—some one yuan, some ten cents and twenty cents, and even some coins worth just a few cents. These were the savings she had scrimped and scraped together over the past few years, intending to give them to the two children. It wasn’t much, just over a hundred yuan, but every bit of it was saved by skimping on food and penny-pinching.
"Yangyang, keep this money safe and don’t let others know. This is what Granny has saved for you and your sister to spend."
She placed the money in front of Qin Pengfei, never having doubted that Qin Pengfei was Qin Pengyou. She still recognized the Qin family. This child who came from the Qin family, she had called him Qin Xiangyang, and he didn’t deny it, so Granny Lu really thought that this was Qin Xiangyang, her grandson.
Qin Pengfei’s eyes flashed, and he reached out to take the money.
There was no less than a hundred yuan in total; it would be foolish not to take it.
During the New Year, their lucky money was usually just 50 cents. This money could buy him a new school bag and new stationery. In any case, once the money was in his hands, it was his.