Chapter 391 He Must Like Me to Hit Me

Chapter 391: He Must Really Like Me to Hit Me Like That

The flood crisis in southern Henan had come to an end. With the nation's assistance, the submerged homes began to be rebuilt, and everything gradually returned to normal.

Newspapers were packed with reports of this good news.

The factory commended those who had contributed, issuing a factory-wide commendation.

Jiang Yu and He Tingyue ranked first, receiving the most substantial rewards.

Of course, these were the rewards they risked their lives for—something others could only envy.

On salary day, Jiang Yu collected her pay along with the bonus.

The thick envelope held a hefty sum.

In addition to the bonus, the copyright fee for *Spark of Fire* was also settled and handed to her.

Not wasting time outside, Jiang Yu hurried home to count the money.

"The copyright fee is actually three thousand!" she blurted out, then quickly covered her mouth.

This three thousand pushed her directly into the ranks of the "ten-thousand-yuan household."

She grinned like a greedy little kid as she continued to open the bonus envelope.

Then she saw something shocking—the combined bonuses for her and He Tingyue amounted to a whopping eight hundred yuan!

Including their salaries, she had brought home over four thousand yuan all at once!

He Tingyue sighed in admiration once more, "Did I really marry a money magnet?"

He Feiyan, looking at her meager salary, suddenly felt a twinge of envy.

"When will I ever earn as much as my sister-in-law?"

Jiang Yu was generous, handing her fifty yuan to use as pocket money.

"Just enjoy spending—why bother learning to earn? Our family is now a ‘ten-thousand-yuan household!’"

He Feiyan was stunned—a ten-thousand-yuan household!

Before Jiang Yu married into the family, she knew exactly how much money they had—far from reaching such a threshold.

"Sister-in-law, you really are a lucky charm! You’ve got the Midas touch!"

Jiang Yu laughed at her words. "Don’t be silly—it’s not that exaggerated. Once I’ve looked around, I’ll buy another courtyard. Each of you kids will get one."

He Feiyan pouted, "I don’t want one—I want to live with you."

"You’ll have to move out after marriage. Our home is too small—it’d be too crowded otherwise."

Jiang Yu wasn’t insisting that He Feiyan must move out, but with such limited space, living together after marriage would be uncomfortable.

After counting the money, she counted out four thousand yuan and gave it to He Tingyue to deposit.

Looking at the continuously growing savings in the bankbook, she was over the moon.

The next day at work, Jiang Yu was walking on air, her happiness plain to see.

He Qianqian was waiting at the door and dragged her away as soon as she saw her.

Cai Xiaole didn’t get so much as a chance to say a word.

"Sister Jiang Yu!"

"What’s with the cloak-and-dagger stuff?"

He Qianqian whispered, "Wang Pandi got beaten up by Lai Zhijie!"

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow. "How’d you find that out?"

"I saw it. Wang Pandi said she was gonna buy things in town yesterday because Lai Zhijie wanted to treat her. She came back soon after sporting a bruised face."

He Qianqian wasn’t rubbing it in; she just felt she’d been proven right.

She went to Wang Pandi and asked, "Did Lai Zhijie put his hands on you?"

Wang Pandi, flushed with anger and shame, snapped, "Butt out!"

He Qianqian couldn’t understand. "He put his hands on you—you should call off the engagement!"

Surprisingly, Wang Pandi didn’t bat an eye at Lai Zhijie’s violence.

Hearing He Qianqian’s words only made her angrier.

"Now you show your true colors! You’re dying for me to call it off so you can scoop him up! Let me tell you, even if he hits me, I won’t break it off. Dream on!"

He Qianqian was stunned. "But he hit you!"

Wang Pandi tilted her chin up defiantly. "He must like me to hit me. Otherwise, why would he hit me and not someone else?"

He Qianqian had a whole spiel ready to persuade her but ended up speechless.

Jiang Yu rubbed her temples. "Just leave her be. You’re just wasting your breath."

Not only did her persuasion fail, but it also got her all worked up.

He Qianqian sulked. "Now I know I was meddling. I won’t bother with her affairs anymore."

But she had sat on it all night and had to get it off her chest.

Jiang Yu patted her arm. "Go back to work."

He Qianqian hadn’t even left when Jiang Yu was called again.

She turned to see Yuan Jiayin.

She looked much better than the last time they met—no longer haggard, as if she had adjusted well.

"Teacher Yuan, no class today?"

Yuan Jiayin handed her a bag of apples she’d brought.

"These were a gift from my uncle’s friend. They’re really sweet."

Jiang Yu was puzzled, "No one does favors without a reason—they're either scheming or stealing. You might as well just spit it out—what do you want?"

Yuan Jiayin said with naive sincerity, "I broke up with Jiang Mingrui when I got back. After thinking it through, I realized I only saw his true colors thanks to you."

In her peripheral vision, Jiang Yu caught sight of Jiang Mingrui and thought to herself, "Oh crap. Is she here to cause trouble for me?"

"Teacher Yuan, you—"

Yuan Jiayin grabbed her hand, eyes brimming with emotional tears.

"That time you went out of your way to lend me the bicycle at the cinema—you were helping me, weren’t you? I even doubted your motives before. Every time I think about it at midnight, I feel like such a jerk!"

Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Mingrui’s look that could kill and felt numb.

Damn right you should.

Yuan Jiayin kept talking, not caring whether Jiang Yu responded or not.

"I didn’t let you down. I broke up with Jiang Mingrui—exactly what you wanted!"

If she hadn’t looked so sincere, Jiang Yu would have thought she was being sarcastic.

What kind of 'exactly what I wanted' bullshit is this? She was just here for the show. Whether Yuan Jiayin broke up or not was not her fucking problem!

Jiang Yu pinched the bridge of her nose. "Teacher Yuan, you’ve misunderstood. I wasn’t trying to help you—it was just a coincidence."

Yuan Jiayin smiled. "You really are as others say—playing humble about your good deeds. But don’t worry, my gratitude for you will never lessen."

Jiang Mingrui gritted his teeth. "Yuan Jiayin, did you break up with me because Jiang Yu poisoned you against me?"

He directly pointed the finger at Jiang Yu: "Deputy Section Chief Jiang, first you got my sister fired, and now you’ve ruined my relationship. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Jiang Yu: "...Your ability to turn black into white is truly impressive."

Yuan Jiayin shielded her, blocking Jiang Mingrui from advancing.

"Breaking up with you was my choice. It has nothing to do with Jiang Yu."

Jiang Mingrui scoffed. "I heard everything just now. What's she promising you?"

Yuan Jiayin couldn't bring herself to say it.

She considered it like getting bitten by a dog—you just move on. She thought she’d already been tolerant enough.

But Jiang Mingrui kept hounding her, demanding an excuse.

Yuan Jiayin knew all too well that it was because his plan had failed—his wish to help Sun Yuan get promoted had fallen through.

"Jiang Mingrui, some things are better left unsaid. Let’s just end it here."

Jiang Mingrui’s face turned beet red with rage.

He couldn’t accept that he’d been dumped by Yuan Jiayin.

Today, he wasn’t leaving without an explanation!

"If you don’t explain clearly, then it must be Jiang Yu putting ideas in your head—you listened to her and broke up with me! What’s she promising you? Some upgrade over me?"