At the end of February, Kang Youxin's vacation ended, and he had to return to work.
Wen Shi saw him off, and they hadn't been gone for half an hour when Qin Jiu ran out of the room looking terrified.
"Aunt, there's suddenly a sum of money under my pillow."
Yi Chichi, busy at the embroidery frame, flinched, pricking her fingertip with the needle, a common occurrence in this line of work, and said calmly, "How much?"
"One hundred eighty."
This amount wasn't insignificant.
"And there's a red envelope."
Yi Chichi put down her work and got up, "Did you look at the red envelope?"
"No."
Qin Jiu explained reasonably, "I remembered your teaching, Aunt, not to touch things that aren't mine."
He had counted the money, thinking it was just his imagination at first, but it turned out to be real money.
Almost scared him to death.
"Good, keep it that way."
Qin Jiu grinned silly, and soon, the aunt and nephew were standing in front of the kang, staring at the money in silence.
