Chapter 6

Tang Yajun changed the subject and asked him, “Why did you emphasize the matter of children just now? What do your children have to do with him?”

Lu Chongjin gave her a look as if she were a fool.

“I don’t have any children. So who else would my accumulated wealth go to?”

A surge of indignation rose in Tang Yajun’s chest.

What kind of people were these—refusing to work hard themselves yet eyeing their nephew’s inheritance?

“So… you have a lot of money?” Tang Yajun asked suspiciously.

Lu Chongjin tilted his head to glance at her. “Why, are you short of money?”

Tang Yajun cursed him silently in her heart.

What did he mean—was she short of money?

Short of money?

Of course!

She nodded heavily, then put on a look of eager anticipation. “Can you share your money with me then?”

The answer she got was a firm no.

Tang Yajun instantly withdrew the hand that had been pushing his wheelchair.

Why should she do this hard labor? Even the most heartless capitalist knew to provide food and wages.

Here she was—keeping him company at night, acting for him in public, serving as his caretaker, pushing his wheelchair—and yet he wasn’t paying her a single coin.

Too lazy to bother with her stingy, so-called husband, she turned back into the courtyard.

Following behind, Cui Shan immediately stepped forward to push Lu Chongjin instead.

“The money that was sent home every month—wasn’t any of it given to her?”

“As far as I know, it was sent regularly. As for how Madam used it, I truly don’t know. Do you need me to check?”

“No need,” Lu Chongjin said softly.

Meanwhile, Tang Yajun was in the room calculating ways to make money.

She had been thinking of selling a few things—after all, her space research institute was filled with good stuff, and just selling a bit would be enough to live on.

But the economy hadn’t fully opened up yet. If she got caught doing that, wouldn’t it implicate him as well?

Maybe she could rely on her medical expertise instead.

While she was lost in thought, Lu Chongjin wheeled himself in, a wooden box resting across his legs.

Looking at her, he suddenly recalled the way she had chided him earlier in the main hall for lacking restraint. His heart stirred, as though brushed lightly by a feather.

He gave a small cough.

Tang Yajun shot him a glare. “If your throat’s bad, then go treat it. What’s the point of coughing?”

Her words left him speechless. He shook his head helplessly, then lifted the box from his lap, set it on the table, and pushed it toward her.

“Open it.”

She hesitated, glanced at him once, then reached for the box.

Inside was a stack of bills and all kinds of ration coupons for grain, oil, cloth, and the like.

Her eyes lit up, and she eagerly picked through them one by one.

“Where did this come from?”

“These are what I’ve saved up before… and also the compensation I received this time for being injured,” Lu Chongjin said softly.

At the mention of “compensation,” Tang Yajun quickly placed the money back in the box.

Her eyes flickered briefly toward his legs before she closed the lid and pushed it back toward him.

“You’d better keep this. If you marry a wife in the future, you’ll still need it. As for me, even without money, I can earn with my own two hands. But you…”

Lu Chongjin’s expression instantly darkened. “So you’ve already chosen your retreat? Who are you planning to work with—Yuanbao? Or that Tang Hewei?”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, and regret immediately followed. The two of them had quarreled about this before, and they had only just made peace.

He didn’t even know why he cared so much. But it was like a thorn lodged in his heart—always there, always ready to prick.

Tang Yajun, for her part, had only meant that since his health was poor, saving the money would keep him secure, or let him remarry later if needed. She hadn’t expected her good intentions to be twisted like this.

“And that position you mentioned this morning—what position was it? Who did you use it with?” Lu Chongjin stared fixedly at her, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

At first, Tang Yajun was puzzled. Then realization dawned, and she let out a laugh. “What? You want to try it yourself? I’m afraid you won’t be able to, will you?”

As she spoke, her gaze brazenly dropped to his legs. One brow arched, she smiled mockingly.

So what if he attacked her? In a battle of sharp tongues, she was never one to lose.

As expected, Lu Chongjin was furious, his chest heaving violently, his eyes blazing with a fire that looked ready to reduce her to ashes.

Just then, Cui Shan’s voice came from outside. “Miss Fu has arrived. She’s waiting in the front hall.”

Lu Chongjin let out a long, heavy breath before wheeling himself out.

Tang Yajun saw Cui Shan hurry to push him away as if something urgent had come up.

Her brows furrowed slightly. Miss Fu? Her original body’s memories had no such person.

Then it hit her like lightning—Miss Fu, wasn’t that Lu Chongjin’s childhood sweetheart?

“Oh, good! Very good!” Tang Yajun spat angrily, immediately rushing after them.

Why was it that when she met Tang Hewei, he flew into a rage, but now his little childhood sweetheart was free to walk right into the Lu household?

As long as she was still here, no one was going to flaunt an affair in front of her face.

Cursing silently, she quickened her pace and soon caught up to Cui Shan. Gasping for breath, she called out:

“Stop! You stop right there! I’ll push him.”

Cui Shan looked toward Lu Chongjin. But before he could respond, Tang Yajun had already shoved him aside.

She grabbed the wheelchair handles and stormed off toward the neighboring courtyard, practically flying with speed.

Lu Chongjin couldn’t help stealing a glance at her. To his surprise, she seemed even angrier than before.

When they reached the small side door leading to the front hall, Tang Yajun halted and stepped in front of him, scrutinizing his face.

He was still too handsome—words like “heroic” and “dashing” didn’t even do him justice.

She reached out to muss his neatly combed hair, then buttoned his half-open shirt all the way to the top.

Still dissatisfied, she silently cursed herself for not changing her own clothes before coming.

Straightening her dress, she asked, “Do I look good?”

Lu Chongjin understood perfectly what she meant, and a ripple stirred in his heart. Even his voice carried an uncharacteristic gentleness: “You look good.”

Tang Yajun took a deep breath to steady herself, then slowly began pushing him toward the front hall.

Inside, the Lu family was gathered, entertaining the guest.

The moment Fu Peirong—who had been watching the doorway—saw him, she exclaimed happily, “Brother Jin, you’re here!”

She rushed over, crouched in front of his wheelchair, and gazed up at him. Within seconds, tears welled in her eyes, trembling on the verge of falling—truly a picture of delicate sorrow.

Before she could even speak, however, a handkerchief appeared, dabbing away her tears.

“You must be Miss Fu. The sun outside is far too harsh, and Chongjin can’t be exposed to it. Let’s go inside quickly and talk.”

Tang Yajun said this calmly, then smoothly lifted Fu Peirong to her feet and nudged her aside.

Before Fu Peirong even had time to react, Tang Yajun had already wheeled Lu Chongjin into the front hall.

Behind them, Cui Shan had witnessed the whole scene clearly. He almost couldn’t hold back his laughter, and had to bite it down before stepping forward to politely invite Fu Peirong inside.