Chapter 2984 - He respected his teacher without distinction: I’m a poor wife
Chapter 2984: He respected his teacher without distinction: I’m a poor wife
As expected, he still asked this question?
“Didn’t you see the news? Bringing students to the competition. As fellow countrymen, we owe them millions. Are you satisfied now?”Yuan Ye said, she packed her suitcase and looked back at her parents. “You can leave now.”
Mother Yuan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Father Yuan.
The family returned to B city. Yuan Ye went straight to the nursing home to help them check out of their beds. Then, she rented a one-bedroom apartment outside.
When Yuan Ye’s mother saw the rented apartment, her face was filled with disdain. “Aiyo, can this place be used for living?”
“The nursing home costs more than 5,000 yuan a month, while here, it costs more than 3,000 yuan a month. We can save more than 2,000 yuan a month. What’s wrong with that?”Yuan Ye said as she placed the luggage into the bedroom for them. She turned around and looked at her mother’s displeased expression, “Besides, I’ll give you 1,000 yuan a month as living expenses if you cook your own meals in the future. This is all the money I can afford.”
“1,000 yuan a month. What’s that enough for?”Yuan Ye’s mother screamed.
“I don’t know what it’s enough for. It depends on what you want to do. My internship salary is only more than 4,000 yuan a month. What else do you want? I’m going to sell my blood?”Yuan ye said as she turned around and left.
“Hey, what are you going to do?”Yuan Ye’s mother hurriedly called out, feeling annoyed no matter how she looked at it.
“Go back to college.”Yuan Ye picked up her bag and said without looking back, “I put the money on the coffee table for you. That’s all I have. You guys can do whatever you want.”
Yuan Ye’s mother cried out in pain. When she was about to scold him for being unfilial, she was stopped by Yuan Ye’s father.
“Her salary is only that little a month. Are you really going to let her sell her blood?”Yuan ye said as he sighed and sat on the sofa. After this incident, he seemed to have understood something.
One had to learn to accept reality. Otherwise, it would only make one more miserable.
“Hey, I gave birth to her and raised her. Is she treating me like this now?”Yuan Ye’s mother said angrily.
“Then what else do you want her to do?”Yuan Ye’s father said as he sighed and got up to go back to the bedroom.
Yuan Ye also went downstairs. Ding Junhui was waiting for her in the car. When he saw her come out, he pressed the car horn.
Yuan ye saw Ding Junhui’s car and hurriedly walked over. Then, she opened the car door and got into the car. “Where did you find such a place? My mother almost despised it when she saw it.”
Ding Junhui slightly raised his eyebrows. He started the car and left the place. “I hired someone to find it, but is your method really effective?”
This idea was told to him by Yuan Ye before Ding Junhui came back. Therefore, the first thing Ding Junhui did when he came back was to help her find a not-so-good house.
“I have to let her know that when she doesn’t have money, she really can’t do anything,”Yuan Ye said self-deprecatingly. This time, she had made up her mind to change her mother’s bad habit of being a rich lady.
When the car drove out of the neighborhood, Ding Junhui looked at Yuan Ye. Yuan Ye was about to say something, but Ding Junhui beat her to it. “Don’t tell me you want to talk about returning the money? Yuan Ye, do you think I’m the one who is short of a million yuan?”
Yuan Ye opened her mouth. She was the one who was short of a million yuan.
“I’m the one who’s short of a wife,”Ding Junhui added.
Yuan Ye:”…”
She had no way to respond to that.
“A university professor is taking out a million yuan just like that. Are you embezzling?”Yuan Ye harrumphed.
Ding Junhui sneered. “You can even take out ten million yuan. Are you going to marry him?”
The rich second generation who did not teach properly and went home to inherit the family fortune really could not afford to be hurt.
If they lost, they could not afford to be angry.