Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Xia Wan, why are you giving me such an expensive notebook? I can’t accept it.” Liu Hua pushed the notebook back at Xia Wan.

Xia Wan smiled. “You came with me to buy stationery. This is what you deserve. I’ve never really been calculative with those I adore. Besides, I earned a bit during the holidays and used the fruits of my labor to gift my friends with gifts. I feel very proud.

“If you feel embarrassed, you can buy something for me when you work and earn in the future.” Zhou Chen’s expression darkened. He felt that Xia Wan was humiliating him.

In the past, Xia Wan would spend all her money on him, but all he did was take it for granted.

Now, Xia Wan had become richer, so rich she could even afford such an expensive notebook. However, instead of giving it to him, she gave it to a poor village girl.

Zhou Chen stared at Xia Wan, his eyes filled with hate. “Xia Wan, if this is your way of attracting my attention, then I’m telling you, you’ve succeeded.”

As he spoke, he pulled Song Zhi over. “Let’s go.”

Before Xia Wan could say anything, Zhou Chen had already dragged Song Zhi out of the shop.

Liu Hua snorted in disdain. “Didn’t they always think they were from town and more noble than us villagers? Since they liked notebooks so much, they should spend on them. I don’t think they have much money on them.”

Xia Wan put away these things and replied, “Just because their parents can live in the county doesn’t mean they have decent jobs. In the end, the only work they minus out on is farming.”

In this era, land wasn’t allocated to families with urban registered households. Song Zhi and Zhou Chen’s families were in such a situation.

However, this did not mean that Song Zhi and Zhou Chen’s families had good jobs. Their parents were just factory workers.

Xia Hai used to earn 300 yuan a month when he was working. Song Zhi and Zhou Chen’s parents’ income was basically the same.

However, Zhou Chen and Song Zhi were the only child at home. Unlike the villagers, the average family would have many children, increasing their burden.

After Xia Wan and Liu Hua left happily, Xia Wan felt that the anger in her heart had vented a little. She let Zhou Chen know that she was no longer the person who tried to please him.

On the other side, Zhou Chen and Song Zhi were both incensed. They did not go far after leaving the shop, quietly observing Xia Wan in a corner.

Song Zhi told Zhou Chen, “Xia Wan is very rich now. She can even spend ten yuan on stationery. How does she earn so much money just by selling clothes? Could she have stolen money from the adults in her family?”

She had been to Xia Wan’s clothes stall before and knew that it was not always crowded. When she went there, there were not many people. She had originally planned to buy some clothes, but when she heard the price, she gave up.

A slightly better-looking one would cost 50 yuan. The clothes she usually bought were basically no more than 20 yuan. 30 yuan was already considered a lot.

Her father could earn 300 yuan a month, but her mother was jobless and in poor health. She had to buy medicine every month and needed to spend a lot of money. Allowing her to dress decently to school was considered her best effort.

Zhou Chen wasn’t wearing a great expression either. He still remembered what Xia Wan had said to him just now.

He snorted coldly. “Xia Wan was only helping someone sell clothes for the holidays. She often deals with rich people. When she sees a lot of money, she thinks it’s hers. It’s a natural imnulse. She’s iust helDing someone out. The one who really makes money is the boss behind her.”

“Some people are like this. Xia Wan is vain. This ten yuan should be all her money. Just wait. She’ll be poor when school starts.”

Song Zhi nodded and felt that what Zhou Chen said made sense.

At that moment, she did not have the mood to continue shopping with Zhou Chen and chose to go home.

Xia Wan didn’t take what happened that day to heart. Soon, the renovation of the clothing store began.

She was afraid that the workers would not renovate well, so she decided to supervise the work personally. Yan Han also assured her that she could supervise the renovation process without worry and that she would be able to handle the clothes sales.

Xia Feng smiled and said, “Sister, you didn’t see it. Mom has been amazing these two days. No matter what age or occupation, Mom can chat with them. When I was at Grandma’s house, Mom didn’t talk so much..”