Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

"So you’re telling me, after all these years of saving, we only have these five hundred dollars?" Chang Ying had guessed as much when she received the money in the afternoon.

But she couldn’t help nurturing a glimmer of hope—after all those years of scrimping and saving, the accumulated money...

And yet this was the outcome.

She found it hard to accept.

She had even brought this up to her husband at the hospital, and he didn’t believe her, telling her not to think too much about it, that it was impossible.

After all those years of saving and hardly spending, how could there only be five hundred dollars?

They, both working, and with only one child, arguably had the best financial situation among the many families in the compound.

Now, she felt like she was going to explode with anger.

She should never have entrusted all their money to the old woman.

"You don’t run the household so you don’t realize how expensive it is to manage; isn’t saving this much money enough? How many families in this compound can save as much?" Mrs. Sun defended herself indignantly.

"Those are families with more people, and besides, we both earn quite well. Plus, I’m well aware of how much we spend on household necessities. Have you been giving money to your daughter, Ah Feng?"

Chang Ying wasn’t in a hurry to go to the hospital anymore, knowing her husband was there and nothing major would happen for the time being. But since the issue of money had been brought up, she wanted a clear explanation.

It was not a small sum.

Mrs. Sun’s expression stiffened. "What nonsense are you talking about? I haven’t given anything to Ah Feng; the money was spent by the entire family."

Chang Ying scoffed.

Of course, her eyes were filled with more disappointment and anger.

"Whether or not I’m right, you know the truth deep down. Otherwise, where did all that money go? And... Ah Feng, come out here! Stop hiding in the room like a coward."

When Chang Ying spotted Ah Feng hiding there, her anger surged.

"...I didn’t take any money..." Ah Feng defended herself. "The money was spent, how can you blame me?"

"Blame you? Remember the money you took from Mom on the 27th of last month? Have you forgotten so soon?" Chang Ying was especially furious, regretting that she saw the money being given but didn’t see exactly how much was given.

Hearing the date mentioned, Ah Feng’s expression stiffened.

"...You, you saw it wrong."

She absolutely couldn’t admit to it; otherwise, how would Chang Ying demand her to return the money?

"I might missee other things, but missee money? I thought the money Mom gave you was a loan that would be repaid, and that’s why I didn’t step forward and ask. It turns out it was a direct gift! Was this the only time, or were there others before?"

Chang Ying saw her guilty expression and knew a significant amount of money had been swindled.

Turning her head, "Mom, I didn’t expect you to use our money to help your own daughter and then deny it outright. I won’t say more now, I’ll let your son handle the matter of the money! But one thing, if you don’t make it clear where the money has gone, Ah Feng, don’t expect to set foot in my house ever again."

Mrs. Sun was furious, feeling her authority in the family challenged, "Why not? This is the Sun family, and it’s not your place to call the shots."

Chang Ying scoffed, "The Sun family? Have you forgotten whose house this is? Don’t blame me for being unfilial. You actually used the money on your own daughter, I’ve never seen a mother deceive her own son like this."

After saying these words, she ignored her.

Because the house they were in was one her parents had left for her, while the Sun family’s house was in the countryside.

Thinking back to how she had handed over the financial power right after getting married... it was foolish beyond measure.

Sometimes you treat people as family, but they may not see you the same way.

Mrs. Sun, infuriated, spewed a lot of unpleasant words, but Chang Ying ignored her.

After going back to her room to grab some things, she rode her bicycle to the hospital...

Rong Yan, Qin Ye, and Qin Mei walked around the park and then strolled down the main street.

They finally reached home, and as they passed by the alleyway entrance, they still heard the cursing of an old woman... her voice was quite loud.

However, Rong Yan and the other two were not curious enough to look.

As soon as they arrived home, Rong Yan noticed the lights were on.

Before she could even call out, Madam Rong emerged from her room.

Madam Rong eyed the trio, "Where have you all been?"

"Grandpa came over for dinner, and we escorted him home, then took a stroll outside. Mom, when did you get back? Has Dad not returned yet?"

Madam Rong replied, "I just got back not long ago too, your dad will be home later."

"Mom, around what time will Dad return? I’ll go pick him up." Qin Ye’s words appeared rather considerate, pleasing his mother-in-law greatly.

Madam Rong was extremely pleased with this son-in-law.

The corners of her mouth were raised in a smile that couldn’t be suppressed.

"He’s an old man, not a child, he doesn’t need you to pick him up... He can make his way back on his own, don’t bother with him. Aren’t you returning to work tomorrow? Go to bed early tonight so you can get up early tomorrow."

"...Alright." Qin Ye nodded his head.

Knowing that the young couple would be parting again tomorrow, Madam Rong didn’t disturb them much longer. After speaking a few words with Qin Mei, she went into the kitchen.

She planned to make some vegetable pancakes and meat pancakes, so tomorrow she could send them with her son-in-law to eat at work.

Also, she had pickled some salted duck eggs last time, she needed to check if they were ready.

If the salted duck eggs were ready, she also needed to prepare some for her son-in-law to take with him tomorrow...

Qin Mei, very astutely, had already gone back to her room.

Now, only Qin Ye and Rong Yan were left in the courtyard.

"Dear, do you want to cool off a bit longer or go back to the room?"

Rong Yan glanced at him, "Let’s go back to the room!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye’s lips involuntarily curled up slightly, the gleam in his eyes revealing the joy in his heart.

Together, they returned to their room.

As soon as the door was closed, Qin Ye pulled her into his arms, "Dear..."

His gaze held a fervent light, like a flame leaping up.

Though it was an inconvenient time... it didn’t hinder them from kissing.

So before Rong Yan could even speak, her lips were sealed.

For Qin Ye, even doing nothing but holding his wife gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

The next day, Rong Yan woke up, this time particularly early.

However, the person beside her was no longer there.

But the sounds from the yard told her that Qin Ye hadn’t left yet.

After thinking it over, she got out of bed... it wasn’t until she started brushing her teeth that she felt a bit of sting on her tongue.

Pausing with the toothbrush in hand... thinking of the person from last night, it was hard to believe... just kissing, they had intermittently kissed for about two hours.

She couldn’t dwell on it, so she splashed her slightly heated face with cold water.

When she changed clothes and stepped out, both Rong Wenming and Qin Ye, who were speaking, saw her immediately.

"Sweetheart, why are you up so early today? Are you planning to see Qin off?"