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  Chapter 9: Spending Money Prudently

  TL: Etude

  Warm sunlight streamed through the rge floor-to-ceiling windows of the library, casting a soft golden hue on Feng Nanshu’s smooth long hair and thick eyeshes.

  She sat upright and proper, quiet and demure.

  Her slender fingers gently turhe pages of her book, her bright eyes refleg purity.

  After finishing a page, she would nibble on a shrimp chip, making a crisp g sound, before turning to the page.

  This routine tinued until the bag of shrimp chips gradually emptied.

  It wasn’t until Feng Nanshu reached for the st chip that she realized it was the end of the bag. She then looked up at Jiang Qin.

  “I wo anymore, you finish them,” she said.

  Her eyes sparkled with pleasure as she popped the st chip into her mouth and turhe page of her book.

  Jiang Qin watched her for a long time, realizing that Feng Nanshu wasn’t joking.

  She really agreed to lend him money.

  But why did he feel it was so absurd?

  Shouldn’t there be a promissory note? Or at least ask what the money was for and when he would repay it?

  Jiang Qin, possessing the soul of a 38-year-old man, should have seen through the innoce of high school students like Feng Nanshu, but he genuinely couldn’t uand her as.

  It was no surprise, as he had never entered a wealthy woman before his rebirth.

  Maybe this is just how wealthy women are.

  At 4:30 iernoon, Feng Nanshu suddenly pced a bookmark in her book, stood up, smoothed her skirt, aurhe book to the shelf.

  She always left at this time each day, a sign of strie rules.

  However, this time, before leaving, she paused and turo wave goodbye to Jiang Qin.

  She wasn’t that cold after all…

  Jiang Qin watched her leave, then turo gaze out of the rge window. Through the gss, he clearly saw the bck Bentley parked downstairs.

  The driver, wearing white gloves, respectfully held the car door open, while the bodyguard stood oher side, his expression serious and alert.

  Feng Nanshu quietly walked out of the library and slipped into the car, disappearing into the twilight streets with the roar of the engine.

  “’Golden House’ and ‘Jade Face’ is actually the same person…”

  “…”

  “I suddenly feel a bit hungry. I should head home.”

  Jiang Qin put the book “Guide to Living Off Others” ba the shelf and rode his bike back to H Homes in North Sed Road. At the unity entrance, he bought a basket of steamed buns.

  It was Wednesday, a workday.

  With Mrs. Yuan Youqin being an employee at the gover guesthouse, and Mr. Jiang Zhenghong w at the Health Bureau, the house was likely empty, so he settled for some steamed buns.

  Havien his fill of takeaways and instant noodles in his previous life, he was no longer picky about food quality.

  Moreover, the shop’s buns were delicious – thin skin, generous filling, and even a decade ter, they opened several branches.

  Jiang Qin took a bun from the pstic bag, bit into it, and ehe hot, greasy fvor. It was the same old recipe, the same familiar taste.

  But with the weather so hot, he started sweating after just two buns.

  Jiang Qin tied up the pstic bag, pnning to finish them at home.

  At seven in the evening, the night quietly enveloped the surroundings.

  Mr. Jiang Zhenghourned home with two pstic bags, kicked off his slippers, and colpsed onto the sofa, his forehead dripping with sweat and panting for breath, hastily calling Jiang Qin t him water.

  “Dad, where did you go? Why are you so exhausted?”

  “Your mom said the vegetables are cheaper at Nan Vilge market, so I rode for forty mio buy a bunch. They’re all your favorites.”

  Jiang Qin pced a gss of water in front of him: “Isn’t it just a few ts cheaper? Is it worth the effort? Are we that poor?”

  Jiang Zhenghong took a sip of water, sighing tentedly: “It’s not about being poor. Yoing to college soon, and there’s the matter of marriage. There will be many expenses iure, so we must save where we . We ’t be reckless with money!”

  As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open again.

  Mrs. Yuan Youqiered with a shopping bag from the department store, humming a tuh a triumphant expression.

  The father and son exged a gnce.

  “What did you buy?”

  “Our colleague Xu told me the department store had a half-price sale on wool coats. I got a great deal!”

  Jiang Zhenghong widened his eyes: “A wool coat? How much did you spend?”

  Mrs. Yuan Youqin, beaming with pride, said: “The inal price was 888, but I got it for 488.”

  “Is this what you meant by not spending recklessly?” Jiang Qin was stunned.

  “That wasteful woman! It’s the peak of summer; why are you buying a wool coat?”

  “What do you know? It’s on sale because of the summer heat!”

  Jiang Zhenghong asserted his authority: “Jiang Qin has finished his college entrance exams. There will be expenses for celebration and tuition fees. We have many costs ahead.”

  Mrs. Yuan Youqin walked into the living room, ging her shoes: “Aren’t those my own words? And did you go to Nan Vilge market as I asked?”

  “Of course, I did. I calcuted that the vegetables there are much cheaper than our local store. I saved over twenty yuan.”

  “So, we saved three hundred and twenty today?”

  Jiang Zhenghong was slow to cat: “Where does three hundred e from?”

  Mrs. Yuan Youqin held up her shopping bag: “I bought a coat worth 888 for 488. Doesn’t that save us three hundred?”

  “Yuan Youqin, I must say, your spending logic is fwed.”

  “Jiang Zhenghong, I haven’t bought many clothes in all our years of marriage, and you’re pining about one wool coat?”

  Jiang Qin watched amusedly, finding this rare family dispute heartwarming.

  His father was still in his prime, not yet graying at fifty-three or driving for Didi to earn a down payment, fainting in the car.

  His mother was still youthful and loved beauty, shopping at department stores without scrimping oo save money.

  This was certainly the happiest aspect of his rebirth.

  But his ughter soon drew both parents’ ire, each giving him a disdainful look.

  “Jiang Qin, what are you ughing at? Do you also think I shouldn’t have bought this wool coat?”

  Jiang Qin posed himself: “Mom, I’ll earn big money iure. You won’t have to buy disted clothes anymore, and Dad won’t o go to distant markets.”

  Mrs. Yuan Youqin’s expression softened: “That’s my good son. Don’t be like your father, aling pennies.”

  “I’m not ping pennies…”

  Jiang Zhenghong’s voice faded, clearly g fidence. He then turo find his wife unpag the shopping bag, which tained rolls of toilet paper.

  “What’s this?”

  “Things from the guesthouse. The boss said to repce it all, so I took some. You think you’re the only one who knows how to save?”

  Mrs. Yuan Youqied and headed into the kit.

  Jiang Zhenghong was fbbergasted, thinking to himself that this was entrapment!

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