Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 50 Transferring Schools

On the day the 5,000 yuan bonus was awarded, Song Huan didn't even count it; she just put it directly into her schoolbag.

After school, I would stop by the bank and deposit the money into my card.

A string of numbers appeared on the ATM screen. He stared at it for two seconds and then pressed confirm.

Add 5000 to Moutai stock!

As he left the bank, Xiao Yunqing stood at the door waiting for him, a lollipop in her mouth.

"Saved?"

"Um."

"Then treat me to dinner."

Song Huan looked at her. "Didn't we just invite her?"

Xiao Yunqing said matter-of-factly, "Yesterday is yesterday, and today is today."

She paused, leaned closer, and lowered her voice, "If you don't invite me, I'll have my mom tell Aunt Zhang that you've hidden five thousand yuan in secret savings."

Song Huan stared at her for two seconds before finally speaking, "You're extorting me."

Xiao Yunqing blinked. "Yes."

He sighed. "Let's go."

Still KFC.

Xiao Yunqing ordered a family bucket, two egg tarts, and a strawberry sundae.

Song Huan returned with the plate and pushed the sundae in front of him first.

"You eat first."

Song Huan was stunned for a moment, but Xiao Yunqing had already lowered his head and was eating chicken wings, not looking at him.

He scooped out a spoonful; it was sweet.

Halfway through the meal, Xiao Yunqing suddenly put down the chicken wing and wiped her mouth.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

"Lin Yue said she likes you, and now the whole school knows. What do you think?"

Song Huan was drinking cola and almost choked.

He coughed twice and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Why are you asking this?

Song Huan was aware of this matter and was now in a terrible predicament, unsure of how to handle it.

Xiao Yunqing stared at him, her expression serious, not like she was joking. "I just want to know."

Song Huan put down the cola, thought for a moment, and said, "Right now, I just want to focus on my studies."

Xiao Yunqing stared at him for several seconds.

Then he snorted and lowered his head to continue gnawing on the chicken wing.

The two left KFC after dark.

The streetlights were on, casting a dim yellow glow on the street.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her steps slow, her ponytail swaying back and forth.

After walking for a while, she suddenly spoke.

"Actually, she has pretty good taste."

She ran off as soon as she finished speaking, her ponytail swung and her skirt billowed as she ran very fast.

Song Huan froze for a second, then chased after him, "What did you say?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't even turn her head. "I didn't say anything!"

"You said it!"

"He didn't say!"

She ran to a street lamp ahead, stopped, and turned around.

His face was flushed, I don't know if it was from running or something else.

"I said, she has pretty good taste," she said, panting, "but that's about it."

Song Huan walked up to her, looked at her, pretended not to understand, and said with a grin, "What?"

Xiao Yunqing glared at him, turned around and left, "Never mind if you don't understand."

Song Huan followed her and walked beside her. The two walked side by side, their shadows stretched long by the streetlights, leaning close together.

They've gone far away.

Lin Yue walked out of the alleyway carrying books.

She stood in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach, watching the two figures, shoulder to shoulder.

After looking at it for a while, she lowered her head, turned around and left, clutching the book tightly.

When I got home, the door was open.

The entryway light was off, but a floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

Zhao He sat on the sofa making a phone call, wearing a tight-fitting dress, with her hair styled in big waves and her nails painted bright red.

She turned to the side, her voice soft and slightly ingratiating.

"Mr. Wang, I've remembered what you said, I'll definitely teach her a lesson. Yes, yes, let's have dinner together another day... Okay, okay."

Lin Yue changed her shoes and walked inside with her head down.

She didn't want to hear it.

Every time she heard her mother speak in that tone, she felt a tightness in her chest.

The phone call ended, and Zhao He's voice came from behind, its tone changed, no longer so soft.

"Lin Yue, come here."

Lin Yue stopped in her tracks.

Zhao He walked over, her high heels clicking on the floor.

She stopped in front of Lin Yue, her expression unpleasant.

"Did you have a conflict with Wang Lei at school?"

Lin Yue lowered her head, clutching her schoolbag even tighter, and said, "He insulted me first."

Zhao He's voice rose, "You just put up with him cursing at you! Do you even know who his father is? I finally managed to establish myself in Jiangcheng, and I just got you into school, and you have to ruin it all, don't you?"

Lin Yue gripped the book tightly. "He also insulted you, saying you were a mistress."

Zhao He was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed, becoming even uglier.

"If it weren't for you, would I have divorced your father? Would I have run off to Jiangcheng?" Her voice grew louder and louder. "Your father was right, having a daughter is a money-losing proposition!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue's tears fell. She bit her lip and remained silent.

Zhao He looked at her tears, remained silent for a few seconds, then turned around and walked back to the sofa, took out a wad of cash from his bag, and placed it on the coffee table.

"I'll apologize to Wang Lei tomorrow." She paused. "I plan to take you back to Jingnan; we won't stay here anymore."

Lin Yue suddenly raised her head. "I'm not going back! I don't want to transfer schools!"

Zhao He didn't look at her. "It's not up to you."

Just then, the phone rang again.

Zhao He glanced at it, then immediately answered, her voice softening, "Hello, is this Mr. Zhang? Yes, I just finished... Okay, I'll be right there."

She hung up the phone, picked up her bag, and walked to the door. She glanced back as she changed her shoes.

"Take the money and buy yourself something to eat."

The door closed, and the sound of high heels gradually faded away in the corridor.

Lin Yue stood in the living room, tears streaming down her face.

She looked down at the stack of money on the coffee table; it was bright red and glaring.

Then she squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and cried.

The living room light was still on, and I could hear a car driving by in the distance outside the window.

She squatted there alone, her shoulders twitching.