Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

"Twenty-two yuan, Feng Yarou. What about the rest?"

Pei Feng searched all her pockets and found only twenty-two yuan. Pei Feng then looked at the bag she had just taken out, and Feng Yarou noticed his gaze.

"don't want"

Pei Feng was a little faster than Feng Yarou, and had already picked up the bag she had placed on the bedside table and opened it. Several cosmetics fell out, including lipstick, powder, a small bottle of lotion, and face cream.

"You used all the money I gave you for Chinese New Year to buy these things."

Feng Yarou bit her lip, her eyes darting around, "I...I bought it with my own saved allowance."

Pei Feng snorted coldly, "Pocket money? Then you should give me back that six hundred yuan. I'll buy the groceries for the family from now on."

Feng Yarou was so anxious that tears were almost in her eyes. "The money for groceries was spent on the New Year. Everything we eat and use during the New Year costs money. You've never managed a household before, you don't know that everything costs money. Where will we have any money left?"

"You're talking nonsense."

Pei Feng looked at the cosmetics and felt a pang of sadness. Zhou Wenhui hadn't bought any of these things since marrying him. Besides, when Zhou Wenhui was alive, he was the one who bought the groceries and cooked the meals.

Although things are a bit more expensive now than before, in the 1990s, when families weren't well-off, these cosmetics were luxuries for them.

He felt that Feng Yarou was too immature and didn't understand the family's difficulties.

"I'm unemployed, you know that? And you're still buying these useless things."

Pei Feng roared, and Feng Yarou burst into tears, feeling wronged.

"I just want to be prettier, so that others won't look down on me."

Pei Feng used to be moved by this, thinking that if Feng Yarou dressed up nicely, he would also feel proud. He had once overheard a colleague laughing at him, saying that Zhou Wenhui had a good family background and was both beautiful and talented.

He remarried a woman who had nothing, and people laughed at his poor taste. In reality, everyone knew that Zhou Wenhui had been having an affair with Feng Yarou before she died, which is why they gossiped about him behind his back.

"How old are you? Why are you still doing all this fancy stuff? Feng Yarou, I'm warning you one last time. You're not allowed to buy clothes or any of this nonsense anymore."

Feng Yarou cried even harder, wiping away her tears as she loudly retorted, "I'm a person too! I also have the right to pursue beauty! You only know how to criticize me, but you never care about what I think. Do you know how hard it is for me to take care of this family every day?"

Pei Feng frowned. They used to have a housekeeper who cooked, washed dishes, and cleaned the house. Feng Yarou spent all her time visiting neighbors and shopping, and even so, she had a tough time.

In the past, Pei Feng would have gone to comfort Feng Yarou when he heard her crying. Now, however, hearing her sobs only made him more irritated. In his irritation, he felt like hitting someone, and with that thought, his hand landed on Feng Yarou's face.

With a snap, Feng Yarou's crying came to an abrupt halt.

"Shut up, stop crying, you're so annoying."

"Pei Feng, how dare you hit me?"

Feng Yarou covered her face and glared at Pei Feng. For the past two years, Pei Feng had been hitting her at the drop of a hat. He had promised her just a few months ago that he would never hit her again, and now he was hitting her again.

"I wanted to hit you last time. I give you so much money every month, and you haven't saved a single penny. Now I'm unemployed. How are we going to live? Have you thought about these things?"

Feng Yarou had certainly thought about it; if she didn't have money, she could just ask Pei Shizhou for it. She wasn't going to starve to death.

"Do whatever you want? Let me tell you, Pei Feng, you hit me again this time, I'm not done with you. You just wait, I'm going to call my older brothers over."

Upon hearing that she was going to call for help, Pei Feng became even more furious. "Go ahead and call them! Let's see what they can do to me when they get here!"

As he spoke, he slapped her again, this time even harder than the last. Feng Yarou was knocked to the ground, her nose was broken and bleeding profusely, and her face quickly swelled up.

"You heartless bastard! I've sacrificed so much for this family, and this is how you treat me!"

Feng Yarou cried out, trying to get up and fight back. Pei Feng kicked her, "Give back? All you know how to do is spend money and enjoy yourself, and you dare to talk about giving back!"

Feng Yarou was curled up on the ground, her face bruised and swollen, her body covered in bruises. Her cries echoed in the room. Pei Feng, panting heavily, looked at her disheveled state on the ground, but felt no pity whatsoever.

"If you squander money again, it won't just be a beating."

Feng Yarou lay on the ground, sobbing in despair. She never expected Pei Feng to be so cruel. After beating her, Pei Feng lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

In the morning, Xia Yichu came out yawning. Xia Zhiheng was sitting in her house. Seeing her come out, he stubbed out his cigarette. There were many cigarette butts on the table, and the living room was filled with a strong smell of smoke.

How many cigarettes have you smoked?

Xia Yichu covered her nose, turned around and went back, closing the bedroom door and opening all the living room windows. Xia Zhiheng stood up to help open the windows; he hadn't slept all night and had arrived at Xia Yichu's house at six o'clock to wait for her to get up.

"sorry"

Xia Yichu didn't know whether Xia Zhiheng was apologizing to her for smoking too much or for what Yang Yunxia had done.

"Please sit down! I'll go brush my teeth and wash my face first."

After speaking, Xia Yichu didn't look at Xia Zhiheng again. Xia Zhiheng didn't sit down; instead, he tidied up the cigarette butts on the table and swept the floor with a broom. He had smoked almost a whole pack of cigarettes that morning.

He didn't know how to face Xia Yichu, or his uncle. He wrote a letter to his uncle yesterday and sent it to him.

As for his grandparents, he only planned to tell his grandfather. He wanted his grandfather to decide whether or not to tell his grandmother, fearing that her health wouldn't be able to handle it if she found out.

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

When Xia Yichu returned after washing up, Xia Zhiheng had already tidied the table, and the smell of smoke in the living room had lessened considerably. Pei Shizhou had said that he had a very important meeting at his company today, which he had to attend, and he might not be able to come back to be with her until the afternoon.

"No"

Xia Zhiheng stayed in his office until almost nine o'clock yesterday before going home. He didn't eat dinner, and he wasn't hungry at all.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

Xia Yichu looked at Xia Zhiheng and said that it was not yet nine o'clock, and she definitely needed to eat breakfast.

"No, I'll go. What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks and porridge."

"Okay, I'll go buy it right away."

Xia Zhiheng went out to buy breakfast, and Xia Yichu wasn't idle either. She went into her room to pack her things; she was taking a flight back to Pengcheng that night. Time flies; tomorrow she'd be starting school again.

After a while, Xia Zhiheng returned with breakfast. The two sat down at the table and ate breakfast in a quiet atmosphere.

Suddenly, Xia Zhiheng spoke up: "Xiao Chu, my mother has admitted to what happened with Auntie. I'm sorry, I know it's no use saying anything now, but I still want to apologize to you."

Xia Yichu was quite surprised that Yang Yunxia admitted it so readily. She thought Yang Yunxia wouldn't admit these things in front of Xia Zhiheng, at least not now.

"If you need any help in the future, just let us know. We'll definitely help with anything that Zhiqian and I can."

"Then help me investigate Yang Yunxian's death."

Almost the instant Xia Zhiheng finished speaking, Xia Yichu made her request.