Rong Yan could tell that the mother and daughter were living in straitened circumstances. She figured that half of those fifty yuan was likely borrowed from someone else.
And she was right, because before the divorce, Sun Mei’s salary was handed over to her mother-in-law without a cent spared.
The month of the divorce... she left with nothing but the clothes on her back, fortunately still having the last month’s salary unclaimed.
But after deducting expenses, there was hardly anything left, and she had borrowed those fifty yuan from her workshop team leader, promising to repay ten yuan a month from her salary until the debt was paid off.
After all, the remaining half of her salary was needed for their mother-daughter livelihood.
When Rong Yan insisted on returning twenty-five yuan to her, Sun Mei could no longer hold back her tears.
"Mr. Rong, thank you..."
The rest of her words were choked by sobs.
"No need to thank me! Just like that, I’ll be on my way." It happens to be your luck when I’m in charitable spirits.
Otherwise, no matter how much money she gave, it would still depend on her mood.
Hearing Rong Yan was about to leave, Sun Mei quickly wiped away her tears, "I’ll see you out..."
She hurried to open the door.
Rong Yan looked at the little girl who gazed back at her with undeniable attachment and smiled, "Take your medicine well. Once you can speak, I’ll come to see you again."
The little girl’s eyes lit up instantly.
Rong Yan left, her bicycle had been parked at the doorway all along. Earlier, when she went to find Sun Mei at the factory because the little girl was afraid of riding on the bicycle.
She figured it wasn’t too far, so she walked with the girl instead.
"Mr. Rong, take care!" Sun Mei watched the person riding away on the bicycle, her eyes filled with deep gratitude.
If it were allowed, she would have wanted to kneel and bow in thanks.
"Sun Mei, who is that beautiful girl?" The nosy neighbor Aunt Wang asked with curiosity.
"...No," Sun Mei shook her head.
If she had such a relative, that would have been her ancestors showing favor.
Not giving Aunt Wang another chance to pry, she went back inside.
She had yet to give her daughter the medicine she had just fetched...
***
Meanwhile, Rong Yan rode her bicycle to the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, just about to go in when...
Three men came out of the cooperative.
One of them was an acquaintance.
This was quite a coincidence.
"Sister-in-law, you’re back?" Tie Zhu had not expected to bump into Qin Ye’s wife here.
He looked at Rong Yan and thought that Qin Ye’s wife seemed even more beautiful than before the new year.
Rong Yan nodded slightly, "Yes, I came back yesterday."
Tie Zhu was genuinely pleased to see she could come back.
Qin Ye had a hard life; if his wife didn’t leave him, all those tough years before would count for nothing.
"Sister-in-law, are you here to buy something? If you need anything... you can take it from me."
He whispered the last sentence.
Rong Yan glanced at him and shook her head, "No need, I’m just browsing."
"Alright then! I have to go; I have business to attend to. I’ll go see Qin Ye another day." As a man, it wasn’t appropriate for him to chat too much with Qin Ye’s wife at the entrance of the cooperative, lest others gossip.
While he naturally wouldn’t care about such talk, it could be unpleasant for a woman.
Besides, he had two men with him!
"Mhm, go ahead with your business," Rong Yan didn’t want to chat further with him.
Mainly because there was nothing much to talk about.
As she was about to enter, one of the two men suddenly spoke up, "Excuse me, comrade, could you wait a moment?"
Rong Yan stopped and looked at him... His clothes were of a newer style, and the fabric looked decent.
Clearly someone from a well-to-do family.



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