Jiang Ruyi wasn’t paying attention to the crown; she didn’t even know what was going on. After being pushed by Feng Mingzhu, she steadied herself and then started to tattle: “Auntie, Mingzhu pushed me.”
So what if she pushed you? It’s not like you fell. Such a fuss! Jiang Qiuyue thought dismissively, but outwardly, she feigned a scolding: “Mingzhu, you can’t push your sister.”
She was more interested in finding out from Jiang Ruyi where Xu Xiangying hid her money. Quickly changing the subject, she asked, “Little Ruyi, tell your aunt, where did your mom hide the money?”
Jiang Ruyi glanced at the drawer where her mother used to keep money. After her mother’s disappearance, Jiang Boyuan had checked the family’s finances, and since no money was missing, he had moved it elsewhere. As for where he put it, the original Jiang Ruyi had no memory. However, she knew where her own money was.
Jiang Ruyi walked towards her room and pointed to her piggy bank, a pink ceramic piglet with a chubby belly full of money.
Jiang Qiuyue assumed Jiang Ruyi was offering her own money, which she found disdainful, but she still shook the piggy bank. Not hearing much jingle of coins, she squinted to see some banknotes and then pried open the white lid at the bottom. Coins fell out along with several bills, including some red notes. She counted roughly four to five hundred yuan.
Because there was still money inside, she reached in with her large fingers, which was not very convenient, and “accidentally” dropped it, smashing it to pieces.
“Thud!” The little pig shattered into pieces on the floor, revealing all the money inside, including over twenty red notes. That woman was really generous.
While picking up the money with glee, she insincerely said, “Little Ruyi, your aunt didn’t mean to break it…”
Jiang Ruyi had intended to let her take the money from the piggy bank to accuse her of theft. Now, with it broken, she had even more reason. For money, she didn’t even spare her niece’s piggy bank. Thus, Jiang Ruyi melodramatically started to cry: “Auntie, my little pig, my mom bought it. Boo hoo, it’s broken. Mom, I want my mom—”
