"Huh?"
For a moment, all three people present were surprised.
Why was Tang Xiaomin suddenly so accommodating? It seemed unreal.
However, her saying she didn't want money was one thing.
Whether to give money or not was their attitude.
Now, the Tang family was in disarray, with some in jail, some in the hospital, and Tang Yu with no income at all.
Tang Ye had become the sole source of income for the Tang family, and now they had to rely on him.
He proactively wrote Tang Xiaomin an IOU, signed it, and pressed his fingerprint, leaving nothing out.
"Xiaomin, this house is for everyone to live in, so how can we let you bear the cost alone? Give me some time, and I'll definitely repay you."
"If you don't accept the money, we won't feel at ease living here either. Right."
Although they had lived in the villa arranged by Tang Xiaomin before, they were still living under someone else's roof and could be kicked out at any moment.
Now, weren't they precisely being driven out?
Therefore, Tang Ye's promptness in wanting to pay was also due to this concern.
Just then, the television switched to the weather forecast.
[A rare localized typhoon has appeared in the suburbs of Modu, with relevant departments predicting winds exceeding level eight. Rainfall is predicted to exceed the highest of this century. The meteorological department reminds everyone to avoid going out as much as possible to prevent accidents.]
The television showed scenes of heavy rain in the suburbs of Modu, with strong winds, lightning, and thunder, as if it were the end of the world.
"Xiaomin!"
"Xiaomin!"
"Are you listening?"
Tang Ye waved his hand a few times in front of Tang Xiaomin's eyes.
Tang Xiaomin pressed the remote control and cast a glare at Tang Ye.
"Since that's the case, hand over your salary card to me."
"Ah!"
Tang Ye suddenly regretted it, and with a pang of heartache, he took out his salary card and reluctantly handed it to Tang Xiaomin.
"I only have one card, and all my salary is in it. If you take the card, I'll have no pocket money."
"Can you leave me some pocket money?"
Since they were handing over their salary cards, it would be too much not to give them some pocket money.
Tang Xiaomin rummaged through her backpack, found her wallet, and after a moment of searching, pulled out a few colorful bills.
A fifty, two tens, and a one, totaling seventy-one yuan.
"Here, pocket money for you."
Tang Xiaomin said, placing the few bills in front of Tang Ye.
Tang Ye looked at the pitiful seventy-one yuan with mixed emotions.
If he took it, what could seventy-one yuan do?
If he didn't, he was penniless.
Tang Xiaomin said playfully, "What, you think it's too little?"
Tang Ye remained silent, but the expression on his face clearly conveyed that it was indeed too little.
"Cough, cough..."
Tang Ye coughed a few times.
"Well, every little bit counts, and money accumulates from small amounts."
"Compared to me, this amount is quite a lot, so be content."
With Tang Yu as a comparison, Tang Ye's few dozen yuan seemed substantial.
Tang Ye accepted the money and said stubbornly,
"It's okay, I'll tell the company tomorrow to reimburse my fuel costs and provide meals. I can earn money now, they wouldn't dare refuse."
Tang Xiaomin said calmly, "That's right, there are always more solutions than problems."
After settling the matter of the house, Tang Xiaomin turned off the TV and went up to her room on the second floor.
To her surprise, the room was already tidied up, with pink decor and furnishings, creating an atmosphere of youthful innocence and romance.
Just thinking about sleeping in such a room made her mood lift.
Whether it was intentional or a coincidence, Tang Xiaomin had already paid the money and had no psychological burden.
Lying on the bed in her new room, she no longer had to live under someone else's roof.
Closing her eyes, the image that came to mind was the localized typhoon in the suburbs.
Though she was reluctant to admit it, she still worried about Yan Jue.
After all, the weather was so bad, she didn't know how he was doing.
She wanted to call him, but they had broken up, and calling him back would make her seem pathetic.
Tossing and turning all night, the next day she went to school with dark circles under her eyes.
Tang Ye drove her, and as usual, a group of girls was waiting at the school gate.
Shu Ya ran over mysteriously and told her,
"Zhang Guo'er has been discharged from the hospital and came to school today."
Tang Xiaomin, however, had no intention of paying attention to Zhang Guo'er.
"If she's here, she's here."
"Xiaomin, we're planning to launch an uprising."
"Uprising?"
"Yes, we're planning to sign a joint petition, demanding that the school expel Zhang Guo'er."
"Even if she doesn't drop out, her life here won't be easy. Yun Shao has put her name on the red list, and everyone knows now."
What did the red list game mean? It meant hell.
Thinking about how Zhang Guo'er had spoken carelessly before, implying Yan Jue was her boyfriend and deceiving people, Tang Xiaomin's anger flared up.
Then, she had an idea.
"Expulsion isn't good."
"Huh? Xiaomin, you've gone soft? She hurt you with your own issues before, you can't have forgotten so quickly, can you?"
Tang Xiaomin shook her head.
"That would be too easy for her. Let her experience the full force of the red list, how about that?"
Shu Ya looked at the smile on Tang Xiaomin's face and felt an inexplicable chill, shivering involuntarily.
"Uh, yes, you're right. In that case, we won't sign the petition. Let Zhang Guo'er fend for herself."
Time came for school to end. As Tang Xiaomin walked out of the school gate, she immediately spotted Zhang Guo'er.
It had only been about ten days, and Zhang Guo'er was already out of the hospital.
The swelling on her face had long since subsided, and with the disguise of exquisite makeup, it was hard to see the marks of her being beaten.
Zhang Meiyu's payment of five hundred thousand yuan had given Zhang Guo'er the courage to face Tang Xiaomin.
Of course, it also gave her confidence, which stemmed from another person.
Zhang Guo'er was alone; even Zhou Dan had broken off ties with her.
And Tang Xiaomin, because of Tang Ye, was accompanied by twenty girls every day as she entered and exited the school.
In terms of numbers and presence, she completely overwhelmed Zhang Guo'er.
Zhang Guo'er said coldly, "Tang Xiaomin, I heard you broke up with Yan Jue. Is that true or false?"
Her opening struck directly at Tang Xiaomin's pain point.
This made Tang Xiaomin furious and simultaneously caused a hidden ache in her heart.
"You're not talking, are you mute, or did I hit the mark?"
Zhang Guo'er's expression gradually became smug, as if she understood everything.
Upon hearing this news, the girls surrounding Tang Xiaomin couldn't help but be curious. Sudan Novel Network.
"Xiaomin, is what she said true?"
"There have been rumors recently that you and Mr. Yan are having problems in your relationship. What exactly happened?"
"Xiaomin, if you don't say anything, it's true, isn't it?"
Tang Xiaomin was very unwilling to bring up her relationship with Yan Jue.
"What happens between him and me has nothing to do with you."
"You're right, it has nothing to do with me."
"However, from now on, no one will back you up. This is truly sad news."
"Let me remind you, it's best to keep a low profile from now on. Without Yan Jue as your backer, you are nothing."