Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 258 Whose Money Is Lost (Second Update)

After ten o’clock in the evening, Zhang Jiaojiao sat on the sofa waiting for her younger son to come home.

Wu Ershun was carrying a few bags in his hands, which he had gone to the market to buy specially that afternoon. There was no helping it; he was going on a long trip and of course needed to get a few presentable clothes.

Wu Yifan was also carrying a few bags. In the nighttime light, although his complexion appeared somewhat eerie, it didn’t prevent Zhang Jiaojiao from thinking he looked healthy, sunny, and handsome.

"Yifan, you’ve been tired all afternoon, go take a shower quickly, and tomorrow you still have to catch the car," Zhang Jiaojiao said as soon as Wu Yifan arrived home, taking the things from his hands and urging him to bathe.

Wu Yifan nodded, "Okay."

Before going upstairs, he added, "Mom, I’ll organize my own stuff later, just help me with the medicine."

"Okay, I’ve prepared everything for you guys, just take a look at what to bring," Zhang Jiaojiao watched her older son disappear at the stairway and turned to Wu Ershun with her face immediately falling, "Ershun, come here."

Wu Ershun felt his mom was like a chameleon; in front of his older brother, sunshine bright, but turning into a drizzle turning into a rain shower when it came to him.

"Mom, what’s wrong?" Wu Ershun faced Zhang Jiaojiao’s expression and had a bad feeling inside. His mom might have changed her mind again and not let him accompany his older brother to Haicheng -- she was going to follow them, wasn’t she?

"Mom, I’ve bought my clothes, and I have the train ticket too, you can’t swoop in midway and prevent me. That’s uncivilized behavior, and besides, older brother won’t agree to it," Wu Ershun stood straight, as long as his older brother agreed to let him go, mom wouldn’t have anything to say.

"Ershun, tell mom the truth, are you working at Su Xiaofeng’s factory now?" Zhang Jiaojiao wasn’t in the mood to beat around the bush with her younger son, asking him outright.

Wu Ershun scratched his head, thinking who the blabbermouth was that leaked the news, before grabbing a glass of water and sipping at it with a forced smile, "Mom, to tell you the truth, my sister-in-law’s factory has development potential, so I wanted to work there."

Zhang Jiaojiao, having received Wu Ershun’s confirmation, looked even more sullen, "Your dad tried to arrange a job for you and you didn’t take it, but you ran off to work at Su Xiaofeng’s place. You sure know how to bring glory to your dad."

"Mom, I don’t want that kind of dry job placement, I just want something suitable for me, something that makes me happy to go to work every day. I think the way things are now is pretty good. The wages may not be high, but what’s important is happiness."

"Look at yourself, with no ambition, your dad will talk to you about this again if he finds out," Zhang Jiaojiao poked Wu Ershun’s forehead with her finger, "Quit that job as soon as you come back from Haicheng. If your dad knows, you’ll see what he has to say to you."

"Let’s talk about it after I get back from Haicheng," Wu Ershun didn’t feel there was anything wrong.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending to be?" Zhang Jiaojiao didn’t know what to say to her son, "Don’t you see who you are? If people find out you are Old Wu’s son, what will they think? They’ll think that Su Xiaofeng’s factory has its success today because of your dad’s doing. If you dare bring trouble to your dad, I won’t forgive you." This little rascal has been nothing but trouble since he grew up.

Wu Ershun’s forehead hurt from the poking, and he dodged to the side, escaping upstairs with the bags, "Mom, my dear mom, keep this secret for me. I’ll bring you the best face cream from Haicheng."

...

Early in the morning, Mei Sanying got up.

Xiaofeng had to catch a ride early, so she got up early to help Xiaofeng prepare breakfast to ensure that Xiaofeng had a full meal before hitting the road.

"Auntie, good morning," said Xiaofeng, sitting at the dining table, looking at the steaming wontons in front of her with satisfaction.

"How many days will you be gone? Look at you, a girl pushing yourself so hard. If something happens, there are plenty of men in the factory to go instead," Grandma was worried about Xiaofeng, pregnant with a big belly and still traveling far.

"Auntie, it’s fine. I’m taking the train there and back, no big deal," Xiaofeng herself wasn’t very concerned.

Indeed, since getting pregnant until now, with Xiaoqi around, she hadn’t felt any discomfort from the pregnancy. Quite the contrary, she was more normal than most people, eating and drinking as usual, unknowingly carefree.

"You..." Grandma didn’t know what to say.

Xiaofeng left some money for Grandma and asked her to take care of herself while she was home alone. Just as she opened the door, Ershun was there. He took Xiaofeng’s luggage and cheerfully bade Mei Sanying goodbye, "Grandma, take good care of yourself while you’re alone at home."

Mei Sanying instructed Ershun, "When you’re out there, keep an eye on Xiaofeng and make sure she takes care of herself."

"Okay, I know," he replied.

Wu Ershun’s car was parked not too far away, and after loading the luggage, Xiaofeng got into the car.

Ershun sat in the driver’s seat, and Wu Yifan sat in the back seat.

Xiaofeng looked back at Wu Yifan, who was sitting in the rear, and smiled, "Master Wu, good morning."

"Why so formal? Speaking of which, I might be older than Dr. Ye. I suppose calling me ’big brother’ should be okay."

Ye Cheng looked to be just over twenty, but this year I was exactly twenty-four, so I should be older than Ye Cheng.

Xiaofeng had always thought Wu Yifan was twenty-one or twenty-two: "You’re older than Ye Cheng?"

"Sis, you didn’t know, huh? My brother turned twenty-four this year." Wu Ershun grinned at the front.

"Really doesn’t seem like it." Xiaofeng stared at the face in front of her that looked almost identical to her brother’s, finding it impossible to call him ’big brother’.

In her past life, she was the older sister, bossing her brother around with great authority. Now she was finding it impossible to call someone with a face resembling her brother ’big brother’.

"I’m not kidding you." Wu Yifan appeared worried Xiaofeng wouldn’t believe him, handing over his ID card: "Take a look for yourself, see if I’m not a bit older than Dr. Ye."

Xiaofeng glanced at it, noticed the birth year and month indeed made him a bit older than Ye Cheng: "Only a few months difference, how about I just call you by your name?"

As she handed his ID back to him, he took it: "Of course, calling me by my name feels more natural."

When they arrived at the train station, there was still a little time before their train would arrive. The three of them sat in the waiting hall for the arrival of the train. After the train arrived, Wu Ershun, carrying luggage in his left hand and in his right, let Su Xiaofeng board first, with him and Wu Yifan following behind.

The trains of this era were still the uncommon green-skinned trains of the 21st century, and they were quite crowded. At a glance, it was a dense sea of people.

When Xiaofeng approached her seat, she found a middle-aged man occupying it. The man didn’t even lift an eye as Xiaofeng approached and kept his head down on the table, snoring away.

"Uncle, uncle." Wu Ershun pulled out the ticket, poked the fast-asleep man with a finger: "Uncle, uncle, this seat is my sister-in-law’s, would you mind waking up?"

No matter how much Wu Ershun shook him, the man continued to sleep soundly, impossible to rouse.

Another uncle sitting nearby said: "Just let him sleep for a bit. When he wakes up, he’ll naturally give the seat back to you. Look at you both, so young, it’s just for a little while and you’ll have your seats. Being young, surely you can stand for a bit."

Younger folks going out should expect to stand more.

"Uncle." Wu Ershun looked at the man’s seat number: "This is my seat, would you please get up?" It wasn’t a big deal for him to stand, but his sister-in-law was pregnant; she couldn’t be expected to stand the whole time.

Upon hearing Wu Ershun ask for his seat, the man’s expression wasn’t too pleasant: "Young man, rest assured, we’re getting off at the next stop. When we arrive, we’ll naturally give your seats back to you."

Looking at these young people, it’s just sitting in their seats for a while, why must they insist on getting them back? Really.

"Uncle, I might not need to sit, but my sister-in-law is pregnant, she can’t stand all the time. One of you three needs to give up a seat." Wu Ershun couldn’t believe their behavior, was it that hard to see a pregnant woman standing right in front of them?

Besides, the seats these three were occupying were originally theirs; now they were being asked to offer their seats in return.

When the three men across heard Wu Ershun’s words, it was as if they heard nothing at all, unanimously staring out the window as if something out there captivated them.

Wu Ershun glared at them, wishing he could swallow them whole. At their age, how could they be so unreasonable?

Xiaofeng, seeing Wu Ershun’s inflated face with anger, couldn’t help but find it amusing, gesturing for him to step aside: "Watch me."

"Sis, do you have any way to make them get up?" Seeing Xiaofeng’s confident demeanor, Wu Ershun’s curiosity piqued, wondering what method his sister-in-law would use to get the men to give up their seats.

Xiaofeng smiled at him, took out a one-yuan note from her pocket, tossed it on the ground indicating Ershun to step on it, then said with exaggerated loudness, "Ershun, don’t move, there’s a one-yuan note under your foot."

Ershun’s mouth twitched, it was obviously just ten cents.

The three men perked up at the mention of money on the floor: "What money?"

Even the one sleeping on the table awoke, looking toward Ershun’s feet, indeed spotting the corner of a one-yuan note.

"Not sure who dropped a yuan on the ground, check to see if you’ve lost any money. To find money on a train, what good luck."

Hearing this, someone nearby patted their pocket, then declared with a composed expression: "I seem to have lost a yuan, it must be mine."

Upon hearing that, another person also patted their trousers: "I believe I’ve also dropped a yuan, certainly lost it while taking out my ticket."