Old Lady Zhang's Rebirth: Going Mad! Severing Ties with Family! Becoming Incredibly Rich!

Summer rains come and go quickly.

The downpour stopped in less than half an hour.

It rained.

The temperature didn't drop at all; it felt like being inside a steamer, with a humid and stuffy heat. Zhang Guiying fanned herself with a palm leaf fan rapidly. "This awful weather is unbearably hot."

Zhao Binghe sat next to Zhang Guiying, enjoying the breeze.

Zhang Guiying felt the old man's body temperature rising into her through the air. She opened her arms and said, "It's thirty-eight degrees outside, but thirty-seven degrees inside my arms."

Zhao Binghe blushed and was about to snuggle into Zhang Guiying's arms when Zhang Guiying pushed him away impatiently. "Don't you understand what I mean? Go somewhere cool and stay there."

Zhao Binghe's lips twitched.

He thought his wife was going to hug him.

Turning around, Zhang Guiying laid the mat back on and sat down. Even without moving, she was sweating profusely. She clutched her clothes at her chest and swayed back and forth. "It will definitely be even hotter sleeping indoors tonight... Come on, let's take advantage of today's day off and go to the department store to buy a typhoon fan."

Zhao Binghe is used to being frugal and is a little reluctant to spend money. "A typhoon fan costs more than a hundred dollars, and summer is already halfway over... I'll buy it now."

The couple skipped lunch and rode their bikes to a nearby department store.

Zhang Guiying had visited the department store twice in her previous life.

The first time was when Zhao Limin married Chen Baozhu, and she and Zhao Binghe came to the department store to buy a set of three watches and one radio. The second time was when Zhao Jinzhong married Song Mingyu, and she came to buy a television.

Ancheng is the provincial capital.

The department store in the city center has a vintage feel to it.

The five-story building was equipped with air conditioning, and the heat disappeared the moment you stepped inside.

Zhao Binghe rarely came to such high-end places, and he was clearly a little lacking in confidence after entering the building.

Zhang Guiying had shopped at all the high-end shopping malls in her previous life, so she entered with great ease. She patted Zhao Binghe on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so timid. We're here to shop, not to steal!"

"..."

Zhao Binghe straightened his back as he tried to stand up straight. "The things here must be quite expensive."

"So what if it's expensive? We earn money to spend it, right?" Thinking that Zhao Binghe had never enjoyed a single day of happiness in his previous life, Zhang Guiying waved her hand generously and said, "Just buy whatever you like! We're rich now!"

That's right.

His wife can now earn a month's salary as an eighth-grade worker in a day by setting up a stall.

Zhao Binghe instantly felt confident.

There were many people shopping in the department store on Sunday. The couple weaved through the crowd and spent 110 yuan to buy a Huasheng brand electric fan.

Electric fans from that era were quite heavy; they felt substantial when held in your arms.

After buying the electric fan.

Zhang Guiying pulled Zhao Binghe upstairs to buy clothes.

She chose two sets of light, breathable, and comfortable clothes for herself and Zhao Binghe, and bought two pairs of Warrior brand canvas shoes for each of them.

"That's enough, that's enough, you've bought too much." Zhao Binghe could barely hold them all in his arms.

"Wait a moment."

The department store sells pastries, so Zhang Guiying went and bought some sponge cakes and peach shortbread. Because it was hot and they couldn't keep them, she didn't dare buy too much, so she only bought two jin of each.

……

"Mingyu, are you hungry after walking around for so long?"

Inside the department store, Zhao Jinzhong, carrying several new clothes, followed Song Mingyu around with a fawning smile on his face. "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

Song Mingyu wore a blue collared dress, with her long hair draped in a wide blue headband and white Warrior canvas shoes, looking fashionable and beautiful.

Zhao Jinzhong was almost stunned.

After his mother caused a scene at the Song family home, Song Mingyu stopped talking to him.

Zhao Jinzhong did not want to separate from Song Mingyu.

Knowing that Song Mingyu loved to look pretty, he would wear beautiful new clothes to the soy sauce factory every day and wait for her to go to and from get off work. He did this for more than half a month.

Song Mingyu finally spoke to him.

Last night, Zhao Jinzhong picked Song Mingyu up from get off work and tried to ask her out to the department store today. The moment Song Mingyu nodded, Zhao Jinzhong's eyes welled up with tears.

He knew it.

Mingyu couldn't let go of her feelings for him either.

Song Mingyu pushed his face away and said irritably, "Buy me something, and then have your mother come to my house to settle accounts. I don't want your stuff!"

"..."

Mentioning this incident, Zhao Jinzhong's momentum weakened further. "Mingyu, I really didn't know my mother would do that... I've already moved out of the house, and my parents can't control me anymore. I promise I'll never let you suffer like this again."

"snort!"

Seeing that her expression had softened, Zhao Jinzhong immediately said, "Don't you love chicken cake? I'll go buy you some now."

Song Mingyu did not stop her.

It's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal.

This wasn't something she asked Zhao Jinzhong for; Zhao Jinzhong insisted on buying it for her.

Zhao Jinzhong was about to join the queue when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Following Zhao Jinzhong's gaze, Song Mingyu spotted Zhang Guiying in the crowd. Her face paled, and she quickly hid in a nearby clothing store.

She had already experienced Zhang Guiying's formidable power firsthand and dared not provoke her at all.

"Mingyu..."

"Don't speak!"

Song Mingyu's heart pounded. "Have your parents left yet?"

"I'm gone."

Song Mingyu peeked out of the clothing store and, seeing the couple walk away, felt a surge of resentment. "Why are your parents shopping at a department store? Where did they get the money?"

Song Mingyu's face suddenly turned ugly. "They must have taken that money from my family! Your parents have no shame; they don't even feel the pinch when spending our money!"

Zhao Jinzhong became anxious.

He had finally managed to win back Mingyu's heart, and not wanting to upset her again, he quickly explained, "Mingyu, don't misunderstand!"

Living in the same village and having a gossipy sister-in-law, Zhao Jinzhong knew his parents' situation very well. "My mother sold her job a while ago and got a lot of money. She also swindled a sum of money from my eldest brother, second sister, and third brother."

"After my mother stopped working, she set up a stall outside the cotton mill to sell braised meat. I heard that business was quite good. They were probably spending their own money."

Song Mingyu was unaware of these things.

Zhao Jinzhong was afraid that mentioning his parents would upset her, so he never told her about them.

Song Mingyu gritted her teeth in hatred, "Your mother also swindled money from my family!"

Zhao Jinzhong immediately assured her, "Mingyu, I will definitely pay back your uncle and aunt. Just wait for me for another year, at most one year, and I will have enough money to pay you back."

Song Mingyu simply didn't believe it. "You only make a little over seventy yuan a month. Where are you going to scrape together 1470 yuan in a year?"

Mingyu cares about him.

Zhao Jinzhong was deeply moved. "I found a temporary job at the dock carrying heavy loads. I was paid by the hour, eighty cents an hour. It was hard work, but I earned quite a lot."

"I work five or six hours after get off work every day, and I can earn four or five yuan a day. If I work more than twenty days a month, I can earn a hundred yuan."

"With my salary, I can earn more than 170 yuan a month. If I'm frugal and deduct rent and living expenses, I can save 150 yuan a month. I can pay back the money in less than a year."

Song Mingyu's heart stirred.

One hundred and seventy a month, that's more than her dad and her brother's combined salaries.