He walked Rong Wenze almost home before Rong Wenming stuffed the money into the old lady’s pocket.
Then, without a word, he turned and left.
He didn’t want the money, and he believed Yanyan wouldn’t either.
Grandma Rong stood frozen for a long while.
Until a voice sounded, "Grandma, what are you doing standing here? Did you visit Uncle’s place?"
Grandma Rong looked up and saw it was her granddaughter, the slyest of them all. Annoyed, she retorted, "Do I have to report my whereabouts to you?"
Rong Manman’s expression paused, then she looked hurt, "Grandma, I’m just concerned about you."
Grandma Rong snorted coldly, ignoring her.
And kept walking home.
Rong Manman watched her retreating figure, her eyes narrowing slightly before she emanated a malicious gleam...
If, right now, she gave this wretched old woman a push... If she were to die.
Would that bitch Rong Yan be unable to proceed with the celebration?
After all, this old hag was her dear uncle’s biological mother, and that bitch Rong Yan’s grandmother.
The malevolent thought grew wild in her mind like the unchecked grass in the wind.
She stepped forward and slowly stretched out her venomous hands.
Just as she was about to push the old woman, Grandma Rong suddenly turned around.
"What are you doing?" Grandma Rong’s murky eyes sharpened upon seeing her hands in midair, "You weren’t thinking of pushing me, were you?"
Rong Manman saw her chance slip. She contemplated whether to just shove hard.
But when she caught sight of a figure nearby, she hid the thought.
And quickly retracted her hands.
Her face instantly wore an injured look, "Grandma, how could you think so ill of me? You’re my grandmother... how could I possibly do such a wicked thing? Grandma, are you misjudging me?"
Grandma Rong laughed coldly, convinced by her grandaughter’s plea that she indeed intended to push her.
"I advise you to be kinder. Heaven watches what we do, and people see. Don’t let me catch you scheming again. I’m not so easy to dispatch."
After saying this, she turned and left, shortly entering the courtyard.
Rong Manman’s face turned from pale to livid.
Suppressing her rage, she casually returned home.
Meanwhile, Rong Wenming returned home with a heavy heart.
He went straight to the kitchen.
Madam Rong, seeing him behind the stove, asked, "Did you return the money?"
Rong Wenming nodded, "Yeah."
Relieved to hear the money had been returned, Madam Rong was about to ask more but saw his unwell expression and held back.
She took out all the eggs from the pot.
And dyed them red with magenta.
Seeing there were many, Rong Wenming stepped forward to help, "I’ll help too."
The couple busily worked together until 2 a.m., finally going to sleep.
The next day, Qin Ye got up early and went downstairs. Seeing the kitchen light on, he walked over.
"Qin, why are you up so early? It’s only four o’clock! Why don’t you sleep a bit longer?" Although Madam Rong went to sleep at 2 a.m., she woke up after only an hour because she was worried.
"I’m not tired; never mind, since you’re up, help me carry these things to the quad. Later, come back at 7:30 to pick up people."
Qin Ye nodded, "Okay."
Madam Rong pointed out several things to take over.
At that moment, a knocking sound came from outside.
Qin Ye said, "It must be Qin Zhen. I’ll go open the door."
Madam Rong was surprised, "He’s here this early?"
Qin Ye explained, "He borrowed a truck and is helping to move some things over first."

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