"Not only did she run away, but she also took all our family’s savings with her."
Zhou Lanfang smacked her thighs in fury.
If she had just left, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, once you’re ready to burn bridges, refusing to pay tuition, the bastard child won’t be able to go to school.
But now it’s different. The bastard child took so much money with her, she’s got more than enough for high school fees and even college isn’t a worry.
Thinking of this, Zhou Lanfang could no longer contain her emotions. Like a madwoman, she grabbed Shen Jianhua and started beating him furiously, "I’ve been with you half my life, look what you did—secretly saving up so much money for that little bastard. What are you trying to do? Do you want to gather enough money to elope with the bastard and that vixen who gave birth to her, huh?"
Zhou Lanfang was convinced that the money had been given to Shen Mianmian by Shen Jianhua. Otherwise, how could a child have so much money?
Even if she stole, she couldn’t have stolen that much.
It must have been Shen Jianhua who had been secretly saving for Shen Mianmian over the years.
It was already unbearable that she had to raise the bastard child he brought back, but to secretly hide away money too—how could she tolerate this?
"What are you going crazy for?" Being a man, Shen Jianhua was stronger and managed to grab Zhou Lanfang’s hands, "What money? Did Mianmian steal money from the house when she left?"
Surrounding them were villagers, and with everyone watching, Shen Jianhua felt his face burn with embarrassment.
"What are you pretending for?" Zhou Lanfang glared at him with a ferocious expression, "Are you saying that the two jars of money under Mianmian’s bed weren’t given by you?"
"There were two jars of money under Mianmian’s bed?" Shen Jianhua asked in surprise, "Where did the money under her bed come from? All the money I’ve earned over the years—I handed it over to you as soon as I got home. How could I have extra money for her?"
And even if he did give her money, it wouldn’t be two jars worth—his wife was being utterly nonsensical.
Seeing that Shen Jianhua seemed to be telling the truth, Zhou Lanfang started to believe him a bit, "There’s at least a thousand yuan in those two jars. If you didn’t give it to her, where did she get it from?"
"A thousand yuan?" Shen Jianhua’s shocked expression contorted, "Where would Mianmian get so much money?" Read complete versıon only at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽
Listening to the couple’s conversation, the others were equally surprised; someone added, "Lanfang, you must be exaggerating! How could Mianmian, a child, get her hands on more than a thousand yuan?"
Forget about Shen Mianmian, a child; there wasn’t a single family in the entire village that could come up with a thousand yuan just like that.
The claim was so preposterous it was unbelievable.
Hearing the skepticism from the crowd, he too started to doubt the veracity of his wife’s words. His wife had always been prone to exaggeration and sometimes told outright lies. It looked like she was making trouble out of nothing again.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Zhou Lanfang grew even more enraged. Ignoring the fact that she had just been in a fight with Li Chunhua, she dragged him over to Li Chunhua, "Li Chunhua, you saw it too. That little wretch was holding two jars of money, wasn’t she?"
"I didn’t see anything." Li Chunhua snorted. Both husband and wife didn’t know where the money came from, which meant it wasn’t theirs. As for where Mianmian got the money from—as long as it wasn’t stolen, she kept her mouth shut.
Poor Mianmian, with parents like these, she must be cursed with bad luck for eight generations.
"You wicked woman, you and that little bastard are in cahoots." Zhou Lanfang pointed at Li Chunhua and started cursing, "When the little bastard came out with two jars of money, even a blind man could see it. If you hadn’t held me back, not a single penny would she have taken with her. I’m telling you, if that money isn’t found, I’m not letting this go."