Chapter 483 Transfer

**The Transfer**

Jiang Yu fixed her with a frosty stare, saying nothing.

Fu Xianghong squirmed under her gaze and turned away.

"Why are you so nervous? It's not like I stole anything from you."

Jiang Yu remarked coolly, "Sister Xianghong, who’s actually nervous here? Planning to swipe something of mine?"

"Don’t be ridiculous! I don’t need money now. Why would I steal from you?"

Fu Xianghong couldn’t bear to stay in the room any longer, choked by the tension, and hurried out.

Jiang Yu glanced back, sure Fu Xianghong was hunting for something.

From Liu Dagui suddenly having money to his willingness to spend it on Fu Xianghong—the whole thing reeked of suspicion.

"So—"

Jiang Yu let out a dry laugh. "Did Liu Dagui send you to look for something? What does he want you to find?"

Fu Xianghong went statue-still, as if time had frozen.

Cold sweat broke out on her back, leaving her speechless.

Jiang Yu was scary—she’d pegged her instantly.

"Sister Xianghong, why stay silent? How did Liu Dagui get his money? From under-the-table jobs, maybe?"

Fu Xianghong forced a smile. "Of course not! Dagui does honest work. I really was just looking around, not trying to steal from you."

Lin Hongxia, overhearing from outside, snapped.

"Jiang Yu, what do you mean by that? My daughter has no need to steal from you!"

Jiang Yu was too fed up to engage.

"Sister Xianghong, let’s go."

Grateful for the out, Fu Xianghong quickly yanked Lin Hongxia away before she could confront Jiang Yu.

Conscience-stricken, she dared not provoke Jiang Yu further.

"Mom, I brought you a lot of things. Let’s go inside and talk."

Jiang Yu averted her eyes and turned back into the house, her gaze zeroing in on the kang.

Could Fu Xianghong have been after those gold bars?

Suddenly, the pieces snapped together, and a face popped into her mind.

She had forgotten one person: Zhang Chunhua.

After the explosives incident, everyone was focused on hauling in the culprits but forgot that Zhang Chunhua was still loose.

So this time… was it her?

That evening, He Tingyue returned.

Jiang Yu voiced her suspicions to him, wondering whether to relocate these valuables.

He Tingyue thought for a moment. "Move them where?"

"To the teacher's house."

Although the Qin family's name had been cleared, getting their old house back would take time.

The factory had assigned new housing and work to Old Lady Ma, who was now living by herself.

But that place was absolutely safe—it was near the security department, right next to the police station.

Burglars wouldn't dare go near.

Plus, Old Lady Ma used to scrub toilets—who'd guess she had valuables?

He Tingyue nodded. "Let's move them today. We can have dinner at the teacher’s place too."

Jiang Yu had brought meat before, so it wouldn’t raise suspicion.

"Alright."

Soon, every gold bar stashed under the heated bed was retrieved, along with all the gold jewelry left by He Tingyue’s mother.

Altogether, it made for a sizable haul—all taken to Old Lady Ma’s home.

As they stepped out, Fu Xianghong stuck her head out to look.

"Jiang Yu, what's with all the stuff?"

Jiang Yu smiled. "The teacher just moved into the factory-assigned house. We're going to visit—call it a housewarming."

Fu Xianghong feigned disinterest with an "Oh," then casually asked, "Is the whole family going?"

"Of course. We’ll probably stay quite late. Sister Xiang Hong, are you staying the night here?"

Fu Xianghong quickly replied, "No, I have to go home tonight."

Jiang Yu keenly noticed her glancing repeatedly at their house, like she was itching for something.

Was she planning to break in while the family was away?

For now, Jiang Yu pushed the thought from her mind and arrived at Old Lady Ma’s home.

Having lived through turbulent times, Old Lady Ma just nodded calmly when Jiang Yu produced the gold bars, showing no surprise.

Jiang Yu was impressed—this was real breeding.

"Follow me."

She led Jiang Yu and He Tingyue inside.

Old Lady Ma owned an ornate canopy bed that she refused to part with, no matter where she went.

Through all her hardships, she still slept on this bed.

The bed was beautiful but cumbersome—not even thieves would bother with it, so it had survived all these years.

She kept it not only because it was her dowry but also because it concealed a secret compartment.

Jiang Yu watched as Old Lady Ma fiddled with the headboard. Though she couldn’t quite tell how it worked, a wooden storage box appeared.

“Put 'em in here.”

Jiang Yu placed the gold bars inside, and Old Lady Ma restored the bed—no sign left of the hidden stash.

“Relax,” Old Lady Ma said. “Only way anyone finds this is if they burn the whole bed down.”

But if someone really wanted this bed, they’d have snatched it up ages ago.

“Aren’t you scared we’ll drag you into trouble?” Jiang Yu asked.

Old Lady Ma tapped her on the head. “I’ve seen worse—what’s to fear? Go on, cook something—I’m starving.”

He Tingyue pushed up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen.

Old Lady Ma glanced at Jiang Yu, amused she wasn’t lifting a finger.

“Real cozy letting him handle it, huh?”

Jiang Yu tilted her head. “It’s not that I’m lazy—I just don’t cook as well as he does. Let the skilled one handle it, yeah?”

Old Lady Ma tapped her head again, not buying her excuse.

“Once you get back from southern Henan, I’ll start throwing Russian lessons at you.”

Jiang Yu had a natural talent for languages, and her hard work meant she picked things up fast. Old Lady Ma adjusted the lessons based on her progress.

“So after I finish Russian, what else can I learn?”

Old Lady Ma glared. “Can’t even walk straight and already dreaming of sprinting.”

“C’mon,” Jiang Yu tugged at her arm, “with how hard I grind, Russian’ll be a breeze!”

“What do you want to learn next?”

“Japanese.”

Old Lady Ma looked surprised. “Why that one?”

Jiang Yu lifted her chin. “Know your enemy, win every fight. They’re studying our language to invade us, right? Even He Tingyue gets some Japanese—why shouldn’t I?”

Old Lady Ma nodded. “Then it depends how fast you master Russian. Don’t rush learning—gotta lay a solid foundation first.”

“I understand, Teacher.”

Recalling Jiang Yu’s earlier confidence, Old Lady Ma suddenly thought of an old friend.

“She was Wang Derong, came from a family of scholars. Doubt you’ve heard of her.”

“I saw her name in the papers—she did diplomacy work.”

“Yes. Her grandfather was the famous calligrapher Wang Shijie. He was way more famous than her.”

“Ah, so she was Master Wang’s granddaughter—figures she’d go far.”

Old Lady Ma smiled, "Her excellence comes partly from her family, but even more from her own efforts."

Wang Derong was about ten years her junior. After graduating from high school, she started working at a chemical plant.

A factory job was something many people dreamed of having.

But she wasn’t content with an ordinary life. She studied on her own and got into Beicheng Normal University, where she majored in Russian.

"Later, she worked hard to teach herself three languages—English, German, and French—and directly joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs after graduation."

At that time, the country was in dire need of diplomatic talents, and her arrival was a godsend.

"It’s been years since I last saw her. Jiang Yu, you are talented. I hope you’ll set your sights higher, think bigger, and do all you can for the country."

Jiang Yu felt a jolt. She had always taken things one step at a time, never looking as far ahead as Old Lady Ma.

Old Lady Ma’s words left her suddenly adrift, unsure of her direction.