Chen Jinhua, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, exploded: "What? Money? I've raised you for so many years, and you still have the nerve to ask us for money?"
Song Jiajia didn't know about the three thousand yuan matter, didn't know in her previous life either.
But if there were three thousand yuan, wouldn't that mean Lu Hao could be funded to start a business?
Song Jiajia: "Sang Yu, are you crazy? You've eaten and lived at our place for so many years, and you still want money?"
Song Zhenhua didn't make a sound, obviously unwilling to give.
Song Jiajia: "Sang Yu, you're ungrateful, have you not paid for anything you've eaten, drank, and worn after living at our place for so many years? How can you even ask?"
Sang Yu looked at Song Jiajia, the silence in her eyes was full of mockery.
Eating, drinking, clothing?
Since she came to this house, she did a lot of work but never had a full meal.
The clothes she wore were all unwanted by Song Jiajia; she picked them up to wear.
And because Song Jiajia was a bit taller, she had to cut off the trouser legs and sleeves to make them fit.
Talking like this, Song Jiajia still dared to speak out.
Chen Jinlan might have noticed Sang Yu's obviously shabby and ill-fitting clothes, showing a momentary embarrassment.
But so what? They had raised her for so many years after all.
Song Zhenhua coughed twice: "Alright, stop talking!"
Song Zhenhua looked at Sang Yu with an apologetic expression: "Xiao Yu, it's not that Uncle doesn't want to give you, but as you know, a few years ago, Uncle had to spend everywhere because of work, so that money, ..."
Sang Yu said sensibly: "It's okay, Uncle, I understand, I'm very grateful Uncle and Aunt took me in, I'm happy if that money can help you, Uncle."
Song Zhenhua laughed, knowing Sang Yu was brainless and as long as he sweet-talked her a little, it would be fine.
"Good child."
"Uncle, you can temporarily write me an IOU, return it to me when you have the money." Sang Yu smiled at Song Zhenhua.
The smile on Song Zhenhua's face instantly froze.
"IOU?" Chen Jinlan shrieked: "What IOU? That's what you should give us!"
Sang Yu shrank back in fear: "Then, then, I'd better not get married, I heard from Aunt Li that if a woman doesn't have money, she'll have no way to escape if bullied by her husband's family."
Song Zhenhua glared at Chen Jinlan.
Then he comforted: "Xiao Yu, don't you still have Uncle? Uncle will back you up, who dares to bully you."
"But, I'm still afraid, I worry I won't even find Uncle then." Sang Yu sobbed.
A trace of impatience flashed in Song Zhenhua's eyes, when did Sang Yu become so troublesome.
Song Jiajia looked at Sang Yu, sneering: "Don't worry, even if that man bullies you, he won't for long."
Besides, Jiang Jingming wouldn't return home at all.
Sang Yu looked innocently at Song Jiajia: "Cousin? What are you talking about?"
Song Zhenhua gave Song Jiajia a warning look: "Jiajia, stop talking nonsense!"
Song Jiajia pouted.
Sang Yu asked again: "Uncle, what does cousin mean?"
Song Zhenhua laughed: "Xiao Yu, don't listen to your cousin's nonsense, I'll write you an IOU."
Sang Yu seemed distracted and said: "Okay, thank you, Uncle."
Chen Jinlan prevented: "Write what IOU? Those should be ours!"
"Alright, stop talking! Hurry up and make dinner!" Song Zhenhua coldly reprimanded.
Chen Jinlan wanted to speak, but was stopped by a look from Song Zhenhua.
She glared at Sang Yu before turning to the kitchen.
Song Zhenhua took Sang Yu to the study, this was the first time Sang Yu had come to Song Zhenhua's study room.
How ridiculous, a study bigger than her room.
"Xiao Yu, here's the IOU, keep it, Uncle will return it when he has the money." A hint of darkness flashed in Song Zhenhua's eyes.
Sang Yu took the IOU and put it in her bag: "Okay, thank you, Uncle."
Getting the IOU was good, getting the IOU means being close to getting those three thousand yuan.
Song Zhenhua valued face the most, and outside he showed great care for her, his late sister's orphan.
How could there be no worry in getting three thousand yuan then?
After dinner, Sang Yu's mood improved, deliberately picking meat to eat,
Chen Jinlan's gaze almost turned into daggers stabbing at her.
After dinner, Sang Yu returned to her room.
As for what the family of three had to say, she didn't care.
"Why did you write her an IOU? That's money we're owed, we can't really have raised her for nothing?"
A look from Song Zhenhua silenced Chen Jinlan.
Song Jiajia didn't understand either: "Dad, Mom is right, and even if we really don't give, what can Sang Yu do?"
Song Zhenhua snorted, looking at the mother and daughter as if they were idiots:
"What do you understand, even if it's written, do you think she'll really come for it? Even if she does, we just have to say a few things, she'll be too scared to ask.
It's better to quiet people's mouths with an IOU than let outsiders know."
Chen Jinlan and Song Jiajia heard this and agreed it made sense.
With Sang Yu's weak nature, she probably wouldn't dare come asking for money later either.
"Let me ask you, is what you said true?" Song Zhenhua suddenly looked at Song Jiajia.
Song Jiajia: "Of course it's true, Dad, haven't I proven it?"
Chen Jinlan looked at the father-daughter pair cryptically and asked: "What exactly are you talking about, why did you agree to change the marriage?"
Song Jiajia waved it off: "Mom, don't worry about it."
Chen Jinlan frowned in displeasure.
Song Zhenhua also said: "Stop asking, if it's something you should know, I'll let you know."
Then he looked at Song Jiajia: "If you dare to lie to me, you know the consequences."
...
The next day
Jiang Jingming came with gifts.
It was the weekend, so neither Jiang Jingming nor Song Zhenhua had to go to work.
Chen Jinlan opened the door and saw Jiang Jingming at the entrance, tall and handsome, with a good job, and thinking about such a good man being given to that little vixen Sang Yu, she was filled with displeasure.
"Auntie."
Jiang Jingming greeted Chen Jinlan.
Chen Jinlan nodded, her attitude cold: "Come in."
"Jingming's here?" Song Zhenhua wasn't meeting Jiang Jingming for the first time.
When Jiang Jingming transferred, he had visited once, but back then Song Jiajia worried Sang Yu would entice Jiang Jingming, so she had sent Sang Yu out.
So Sang Yu never met Jiang Jingming.
Hearing the commotion, Song Jiajia quickly came out of her room.
The man in the living room had an upright posture, slightly tanned skin, long narrow eyes, classic phoenix eyes.
His brows were sharp, his features harsh, with a buzz cut, he looked a bit fierce.
But one had to admit, both his figure and face were of top quality.
In the previous life, Song Jiajia had been mesmerized by his looks.
This time too, thinking about giving this man to Sang Yu was somewhat a pity.
But thinking about his cold attitude towards her, and in a month he would be gone, it didn't seem like a great loss.
Jiang Jingming saw Song Jiajia and nodded politely at her.
Song Jiajia glanced at him, then sat down.