Chapter 1423 - 1422: Wives Bring Wealth Home, Lovers Take It Away

Chapter 1423: Chapter 1422: Wives Bring Wealth Home, Lovers Take It Away

Chapter 1422 A wife is someone who brings the money home, a mistress is someone who digs the money out of the home

Shuiyu was amazed. "She keeps all the money at home and doesn’t put it in the bank?"

Mengyu sighed. "Yeah, I’ve never seen a woman like this, actually keeping all her money at home and not in the bank."

But, people in the countryside at this time were all like this, weren’t they? When they had money, they didn’t deposit it in the bank, they hid it at home.

While that Xiang Shuangshuang hadn’t returned to her room yet, Mengyu directly sent her Divine Sense under Xiang Shuangshuang’s bed and took away most of that big bundle of banknotes wrapped tightly in nylon, leaving only the 7,000 yuan Zhang Laojiu had brought that day to gamble and lose to Huang Laoshan, the 3,000 yuan from selling the tractor, and the five thousand yuan Xiang Shuangshuang got from selling Shuiyu. A total of fifteen thousand yuan!

Mengyu sighed. "Shuiyu, your dad has really been good at making money these years. He actually earned over 160,000, no, it should be more, because that man spends quite a bit every month."

Shuiyu gnashed her teeth. "That Xiang Shuangshuang is really insatiably greedy. She got so much money from my dad and still cooperated with Huang Laoshan to set up a trap to scam-sell me! My dad really is pitiful, he doesn’t have the slightest place in Xiang Shuangshuang’s heart!"

"Alright, you go out. The comrades from the police station are already here."

Mengyu was right. When Zhang Laojiu realized his family was ruined, his children were gone, and his mistress not only showed him no mercy but was telling him to get lost, even pushing him out the back door, and he grabbed onto her, pestering her nonstop, two officers from the police station appeared.

Qingshan pointed at Xiang Shuangshuang. "She’s the one who tricked Zhang Laojiu into coming here to gamble, and the Xiang Shuangshuang who suggested selling Zhang Shuiyu." Then he pointed at Zhang Laojiu. "He’s the one who lost thirty thousand yuan gambling and was tricked by Xiang Shuangshuang into selling off his daughter for good, Zhang Laojiu."

Xiang Shuangshuang and Zhang Laojiu were stunned. The two of them looked at each other: Was it you who called the police?

Of course Xiang Shuangshuang wouldn’t call. She and Huang Laoshan had set up a scheme to trick Zhang Laojiu into selling his daughter; that was something that absolutely couldn’t see the light of day. How could she possibly call the police?

And no matter how deceived Zhang Laojiu had been, he still shouldn’t have gambled, and even less should have sold his daughter. That was also something he couldn’t tell anyone. How could he possibly call the police?

The two of them looked again at Qingshan. Could it be that this teenager reported them?

Seeing the suspicious looks they were casting at him, Qingshan had no intention of taking the blame. He crooked his mouth. "No need to guess. It was Zhang Shuiyu, the one you tricked and sold, who reported you. I’m just the errand runner."

Xiang Shuangshuang jumped three feet high. "He, Zhang Laojiu, sold his own daughter. What the hell’s it got to do with me? He’s the one who wanted to gamble, I wasn’t the one gambling! Selling his daughter, he’s the one who signed the papers himself. What’s it got to do with me? If his daughter wants to report someone, she can report her dad. Why drag me into it?"

"But you’re the one who suggested it," Qingshan said, narrowing his eyes.

Xiang Shuangshuang snapped viciously, "I suggested it, and just because I suggested it he had to do it? If I suggest he go die, why doesn’t he go die?"

It was the first time Zhang Laojiu had seen Xiang Shuangshuang throwing a tantrum like this. He really hadn’t expected that the woman who was usually so gentle and seductive actually had this side to her.

Thinking back to the dignified and composed image of his own wife, for the first time he felt that when it came to being a wife, his own wife’s type was actually better. His wife was very capable; even when he hadn’t brought a cent home for three years, she was still able to manage the household very well and support both children through school.

All of a sudden, a saying that circulated among men popped into his head: a wife is someone who brings the money home, a mistress is someone who digs the money out of the home.