Yun Tutu’s father, Yun Zhiyi, who was on her mind, was currently facing a three-way interrogation. He hadn’t expected that on the very day he was discharged from the hospital, before he could even sit down, he’d be betrayed by his little traitor at home.

Yun Chuan was hiding behind Song Xiangqing, making funny faces at him and even waving, as if saying, “Come on.”

That little brat, hiding behind his grandmother like that.

“Zhiyi, tell me, what’s the deal with this 20,000 yuan?” Yun Dagang glanced at his daughter-in-law, then sternly looked at his son. “Is this some secret stash of money you’ve been saving up?”

“How could you be hiding money from us? And such a large amount?”

Ye Juan watched with a calm expression, already anticipating that her father-in-law would try to protect his son in a roundabout way.

“You little rascal, don’t think that just because you’re injured, I won’t give you a beating. Hurry up and tell us where this money came from!” Song Xiangqing’s temper flared as she smacked him hard on the shoulder. “Have you been hanging out with those good-for-nothing friends again?”

This son of hers had grand ambitions but no luck with money. Whatever he did, he lost, and he always attracted a crowd of bad influences.

Over the past few years, since opening the supermarket, he’d settled down a bit, but who knew if he’d fall back into his old habits.

“Yun String Bean, who gave you the right to mess with my phone? You’ve invaded my privacy!” Yun Zhiyi barked, knowing there were three people here he couldn’t afford to offend, so he aimed his frustration at Yun Chuan.

“Dad, I’m Yun Chuan, not Yun String Bean,” Yun Chuan retorted, standing with his hands on his hips. He was getting older now, and using that childhood nickname to mock him wasn’t fair. “And I didn’t do it on purpose. When I opened your phone, it was already on the wallet screen. You always said you didn’t have money, but it turns out you had quite a lot!”

What a cheapskate, always sending me to Mom whenever I asked for a toy. Clearly, Dad only loves my sister, not me.

Ye Juan said, “Don’t scold our son. Didn’t he tell the truth? Haven’t you been hiding this money from us?”

“It’s a huge misunderstanding! This money was given to me by our daughter to help me recover. She told me to buy some nutritious food to help with my injury.”

This family was so frugal, and he understood why his daughter gave the money to him—he was the only one willing to spend more to buy something good.

“You mean Tutu gave it to you?” The faces of the two elders and Ye Juan all changed as they stared intently at Yun Zhiyi.

“Of course, it’s true. I even have the transaction record,” Yun Zhiyi said, knowing that if he didn’t explain everything today, he wouldn’t have peace to recover. Apologizing silently to his daughter, he opened the transaction page. “Look, it says ‘Leaky Jacket.’”

Ye Juan took the phone from him, glaring at him fiercely. She couldn’t believe a father would label his daughter like that.

He might call his daughter ‘leaky,’ but she was incredibly caring toward him. She had money but didn’t send it to her, which made Ye Juan both anxious and a bit jealous.

“Where did this girl get the money?” Ye Juan saw that the money had indeed been transferred by Yun Tutu. “Did you ask her for it?”

“How could I? Do you think I’m that kind of person?” Yun Zhiyi’s voice boomed. He might not have earned much in his life, but he had never asked his daughter for money.

“You better not even think about it,” Yun Dagang said, staring at his son. “Life is tough enough for a kid living alone out there. She opens her eyes every day and needs money just to get by. It’s already hard enough for her to support herself.”

Unfortunately, the money that the two old folks had saved up over the years was squandered by this ungrateful son. Although their pensions were decent, they had largely invested it into this household and their two grandchildren.

“Tutu called me a few days ago, but she didn’t mention anything about this,” Song Xiangqing said, worried. “She hasn’t found a stable job since she graduated. Where did she get 20,000 yuan?”

Ye Juan quickly took out her phone. “I’m calling her.”

No one in the family objected; their faces were all clouded with worry.

The phone rang several times before it was finally answered. Yun Tutu’s crisp voice came through the line. “Mom, why are you calling me at this hour? Haven’t you gone to the store yet?”

Yun Tutu glanced at the time. It was already time to open the store, and even though it was hers, her mother was always punctual.

“Not yet, we’re all at home,” Ye Juan took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Yun Tutu wasn’t too concerned, probably thinking it was about her job search.

“Why did you transfer 20,000 yuan to your dad?” Ye Juan asked, her tone gentle rather than accusatory.

“Oh, you found out already.” Dad’s secrecy didn’t last long. He always bragged about how clever he was, but it seems the money wasn’t even spent before he was caught.

“By the way, has Dad been discharged from the hospital?”

“He’s home now, but you still haven’t explained why you transferred the money.”

“Dad was injured, so I sent the money for him to buy some nutritious food,” Yun Tutu said as she looked around the spacious villa, feeling a pang of guilt. She could provide a better life for her family, yet she had to keep it hidden.

“But that’s too much money. You’ve only just found a job, and it hasn’t been that long. So, this money…”

“It’s from my job,” Yun Tutu sighed, feeling her situation was too difficult. “My current job has good benefits, and I can even withdraw some money in advance. Don’t worry about spending it. If it’s not enough, I’ll figure something out.”

“What kind of job is it?” Ye Juan glanced sternly at Yun Zhiyi. He accepted his daughter’s money, but didn’t he worry that she might have strayed down the wrong path?

No, no, no. Ye Juan quickly dismissed the thought. Her child would never do something like that.

Yun Tutu replied, “It’s like delivering food.”

Delivering food. This job could pay well if you worked hard, but it was also very exhausting. Ye Juan’s heart ached for her daughter. “Why would you take on such a job?

Delivering food is something your dad should do, not you. You’re a girl; you shouldn’t be doing this kind of work.”

Yun Zhiyi, who had been unintentionally implicated, clutched his chest, staring incredulously at his wife. He was supposed to be a big boss, not a food delivery guy!

But his wife was right—the job was too tough. Tutu shouldn’t be doing it.

Looking at the balance in his account, Yun Zhiyi felt a bit uncomfortable.

If only he had worked harder, his child wouldn’t have to go through such hardships.

Yun Dagang and Song Xiangqing fell silent, exchanging a glance. Song Xiangqing reached out to take the phone from Ye Juan’s hand.

“Tutu, you shouldn’t be delivering food. That job isn’t suitable for you.

Listen to your grandma, quit the job right away and come home. Grandma has some money saved, and we can open a small shop for you.”