Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 43 The way this man handed over the money was so handsome, she wanted to keep it.

"Mom, that's right, this is the bride price money. My mom handed it to me herself."

Qin Wenhuo turned to Fu Mingxue and said, "The password is six zeros. Remember it. You can use this money as you like, don't worry too much. Also, when I come next time, I'll let you manage my allowance. I'll keep some for household expenses."

Fu Mingxue, who was still in a daze, quickly realized what was going on when she heard this.

He immediately shook his head, "No need, I'm going to school now and I won't be able to take care of things at home. There are three children at home, aren't there? We can't skimp on that. You have to give them some good food. Keep your allowance for yourself."

“Me—”

As if struck by a thought, Fu Mingxue raised the burning hot savings book in her hand.

"I have this money, so much that I can't possibly spend it all..."

Good heavens, she's really a hot potato!

After all, she forced herself into this marriage.

It's only temporary.

How could she accept such a large dowry?

My conscience hurts!
We should find a chance to return the bride price to him.

Besides, she still has the eight hundred yuan that Bai Siqi and Song Yan paid in compensation!
That's enough for her.

Even if it's not enough, she wouldn't touch the money.
It's truly unacceptable to force someone into marriage, then spend their money on them.

Mother Fu quickly added, "Yes, you use the allowance to raise the child. Mingxue has her own money, and if all else fails, I'll take care of her! I've paid for all her college expenses these past few years. She's my only daughter, and all my money is for her use—"

"This won't do—" Qin Wenhuo naturally disagreed with the idea of ​​his wife spending her family's money.

This is not because he is a chauvinist.

Rather, he couldn't let his mother-in-law help him raise his wife.

No matter what—he can't do it.

“Why not? She’s my daughter, it’s only right. Anyway, I can earn money now and I can’t spend it all. When I can’t earn money anymore, won’t I have to rely on you to take care of me in my old age and see me off in my final days?” Fu Mingxue couldn’t stand the word. “Mom, what are you saying? What do you mean by ‘final days’? You have to live to be a hundred.”

Fu's mother rolled her eyes at her—what's the point of living so long?

"Okay, that's it. I need to cook. The chicken is still stewing."

As Mrs. Fu was about to go to the kitchen, she suddenly remembered that she was still holding her watch. It was a valuable item, and she needed to put it away properly inside the house.
“What I just said was true. My allowance is sixty now. I only need to keep thirty for my family, and the other thirty is all yours. Also, I've saved quite a bit over the years, plus what my grandpa and grandma gave me, so I still have—”

Fu Mingxue was stunned!

She couldn't stand it anymore and quickly spoke up to stop them: "Stop, don't tell me this now, we'll talk about it later—yes, we'll talk about it later—"

Good heavens, she was really tempted by a man who was so eager to hand over his money.

Or perhaps we should just keep it?
Qin Wenhuo gave her a deep look.

He could clearly see her rejection.

But—he seemed to have forgotten to tell her that military marriages aren't something you can just get divorced on easily.

Moreover, she was the one who asked for this marriage, but whether it ends is up to him to decide.

But ever since they got their marriage certificate, he never intended to take that step.

They are not divorced, only widowed!

So, unless he dies.

"--Since you're not in a hurry, that's fine too."

"However, there is something I need to say."

"what's up?"

"Here's the thing, I called home to tell them about our marriage registration. You're going to university in Beijing, right? Could you come over to our house first?"

(End of this chapter)