Chapter 69: Your Mistress Has Been Thoroughly Cheated — A Family by the Spring
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Protagonist:
Lin Xiyu
"Fine, come in with me."
Although Lin Xiyu was reluctant to sell the bed, driven by the necessities of life, she still put on a brave face and brought the person home.
Wang Fan hid outside the door spying until Fan Wei directed people to load the bed onto a vehicle, then he mounted his motorcycle, followed behind, and left Donghua Street.
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With the bed gone, a large empty space appeared in the living room, looking rather bare and making people feel unaccustomed.
Lin Xiyu saw her grandmother was in low spirits and very obediently used a broom to sweep clean the dust that had accumulated under the bed for many years, then mopped it several times with a mop.
"Xiyu, don't busy yourself anymore."
Her grandmother looked at her sensible maternal granddaughter with gratification, her eyes and brows gentle: "Go call your Aunt Da, tell her the bed has been sold, and persuade your female cousin for her, tell her to stop making a scene and honestly go back to work at the Soy Sauce Factory..."
"Mm."
Lin Xiyu obediently agreed, rinsed the mop clean, then went to the Telephone Booth to call Aunt Da.
"Why must you sell the bed!"
"Selling clothes can make big money, much better than working at the Soy Sauce Factory, why can't you believe me just once?"
The female cousin was fasting at home in protest; hearing the bed had been sold, she reacted intensely, crying and making a scene.
"You can sell clothes if you want, but first prove you have the ability to make money."
Aunt Driven to her wit's end by her, had to resort to her trump card: "The premise is, before you can earn enough living expenses for a month and prove you can support yourself, you cannot quit your job."
"Fine, that's what you said."
The female cousin stuck out her neck and confronted Aunt Da: "As long as I can earn four hundred yuan in a month, you must let me quit, and you cannot go back on your word."
"When has what your mother said ever not counted?"
Aunt Da, certain she couldn't do it, spoke righteously and confidently: "Don't harbor any crooked thoughts either; dare to skip work, and I'll break your leg."
"I won't skip work."
The female cousin resolved to carry the struggle through to the end: "I'll set up a stall at the Night Market; even if I work myself to death, I accept it. I'll use actual action to prove that you were wrong..."
"You little brat."
Aunt Da was both anxious and angry: "You dare go to the Night Market?"
"Wasn't it you who forced me?"
The female cousin shouted at the top of her voice: "I'm going to live at my grandmother's house, and I won't come back until I've earned money."
"Go, go."
Aunt Da drove her away with a broom in anger: "Your grandmother's house has sold its bed; if you're willing to go, go sleep on the floor."
"I'd rather sleep on the floor than put up with being mistreated at home."
The female cousin wouldn't wait around to get beaten; she quickly put on her shoes and rushed out the door.
"Sigh."
Lin Xiyu heard the mother and daughter's dispute and sighed faintly, then hung up the phone.
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In the evening, Wang Fan followed Fan Wei, found out his background, and returned to the Internet Cafe very pleased with himself.
"I asked you to deliver some money, you delivered it all afternoon, and you're only back at this hour—did you fall into the Moat?"
Guben had worked all afternoon, repairing every computer in the Internet Cafe, so busy he didn't even have time to take a sip of water. Seeing him saunter in, he kicked him in ill humor.
"Guben, this time you must thank me."
Wang Fan nimbly dodged, plopped down on the Sofa next to him: "If it weren't for me, your Mistress would have been thoroughly cheated."
"What happened to her?"
Guben, tired from working all afternoon, heard this and rubbed his brow with a slight headache.
He picked up a bottle of soda from the Tea Table and bit it open with his teeth.
"You still don't know, do you?"
Wang Fan reached out and snatched it, taking a sip himself first: "What her family lacks is far more than ten thousand yuan. This afternoon when I delivered money to her, I happened to see her grandmother sell the old Antique Bed she slept on. Fortunately, I went and followed the antique collector to his antique shop, where I personally heard him boasting to others that once this bed changes hands, it can sell for at least fifty thousand."
End of Chapter
