Hubby,love is so hard

Ji Yan doesn't know why Shang Jinshen made such a decision, but she knows in her heart that she can only choose to obey his decision.

"I got the money."

As soon as the phone is connected, Ji Yan comes to the point.

"Really?"

The voice of the stepmother on the other side of the phone was clear and sweet. "I knew you would get it, but you still have some use."

Ji Yan holds the phone, looks out the window, takes a deep breath, and holds back her grief.

"I can't get out now. I'll take the money myself if I want to."

With that, Ji Yan hangs up the phone with a bang, then raises her hand and wipes her tears. Is that the only value Ji Yan has in her parents' eyes?

"Young lady, I've changed the sheets and quilts. Lie down and sleep for a while. I'll call you when the servants come."

Zhang's mother saw what happened just now, and felt that Ji Yan, the young lady, was really pitiful.

Ji Yan looks back at the flat bedding and nods her head.

After seeing Zhang's mother go out, Ji Yan goes back to her small bed in the study. She has to leave the big flat bed in the bedroom to Shang Jin Shen.

Maybe it's overworked today, plus physical overdraft, Ji Yan lay down and soon fell asleep again.

About an hour later, the stepmother took a taxi to the business manor.

"I said you live in such a high-class place and take a taxi?"

The driver stopped the car in front of the black carved gate of the shop, and said with surprise and acid.

"Do you care?"

The stepmother took out a hundred dollar bill from her purse and threw it away. "Don't change it!"

The driver took Qian Bai and looked at his stepmother, then stepped on the accelerator to the end.

"Who is it?"

After she had her hair cut, she rang the electric bell on the gate. After a while, the gate opened automatically.

"That girl Ji Yan is really lucky! It's a pity that Shang Jin Shen is lame. Tut tut. "

While praising the style of the merchant manor, the stepmother shakes her head to pity Ji Mei.

"Hello, are you looking for the young lady?"

Zhang Ma stood in front of the door, looking at the stepmother coming politely, but her heart was a bit contemptuous.

"Yes, where's the dead girl?"

The stepmother said, gently pushing Zhang Ma with her hand, and walked into the living room.

Zhang Ma frowned, "young lady is resting. Please wait a moment. I'll call her."

With that, she went straight to the bedroom on the second floor without even pouring a cup of tea.

When I opened my door, Zhang Ma saw that the bed was overhead, so she called out, "young lady, old lady is coming."

But the room was still quiet without any sound.

Zhang Ma suspiciously came in, and then found that Ji Yan curled up on the bed of the small study, a pair of sleeping appearance.

For a time, Zhang Ma can't bear to wake up Ji Yan.

"I said that this smelly girl has learned how to put things on the table when she married a businessman." The stepmother was impatient waiting downstairs. She looked around the business villa and muttered.

"The servants of this business are too shameful. When the guests come, they don't know how to pour a glass of water!"

As soon as the voice of the stepmother fell, there was a brake sound outside the villa. The stepmother looked out curiously, wondering if it was her uncle who had come back?

Thinking about this, Zhang Ma raised her foot and went out to meet her.

Mrs. Shang got out of the car. The housekeeper was about to help Mrs. Shang open the door with the suitcase, but the door opened from the inside.

The smile that the stepmother prepared in advance suddenly froze on her face, "Shang, madam Shang, are you back?"

Mrs. Shang's face sank, and then she looked inside. "Why are you here?"

The stepmother immediately dodged, let Mrs. Shang go into the house, and then immediately followed up with her waist.

"Don't I have something to do with Ji Yan?"

The stepmother said with a flustered look, "you see, the child has been grinding haw since childhood. Mrs. Shang, take a seat first. I'll go up and have a look. "

She just sat down on the sofa and directed the servant to take the luggage into the bedroom.

As she walked upstairs, she looked back at Mrs. Shang, who was sitting below. She thought that she might not lose to that woman if her family was not in a bad situation.

At this time in the bedroom, Zhang Ma listens to the movement from downstairs, or decides to wake up Ji Yan.

"Young madam, wake up quickly. Madam is back."

Ji Yan opened her sleepy eyes, "what?"

"I said the lady is back."

Zhang Ma lowered her voice in Ji Yan's ear, and quickly repeated, "also, your stepmother has come. Hurry up, young lady."

Ji Yan listened to Zhang Ma's words for a moment.

"How did Madame come back?" Ji Yan is a little nervous, "isn't she traveling?"

"Oh, my young lady, why do you still worry about this?" Zhang Ma said to help Ji Yan up, and quickly took a cardigan sweater from the wardrobe to put on Ji Yan.

At this time, the stepmother pushes open the bedroom door and comes in, almost bumping into Ji Yan who is about to go out.

"You dead wench, why so long?"

Ji Yan looks at Zhang Ma awkwardly, "Zhang Ma, go ahead and be busy first."

Zhang Ma nodded, or some uneasy look at Ji Yan, "little lady, after finishing things, you'd better go down and meet her."

Ji Yan nods. In fact, Zhang's mother doesn't say it. She knows the way to survive.

After looking at Zhang Ma's leaving, the stepmother went straight in and put her hand in front of Ji Yan, "where's the money?"

Ji Yan didn't speak, just turned to the bedside table and took out the bank card.

"Here! No password! "

Ji Yan handed the card to her stepmother without expression. "Mom, although I married a businessman, my situation is not optimistic. I hope this is the last time."

The stepmother took the card happily, but as soon as she heard what Ji Yan said, she immediately put on a face.

"Dead girl, what do you mean by that? Your father and I raised you to such a big age, and now you are not willing to take some money with you. Why? How quickly do you learn to be ungrateful when you enter a business? "

"Ungrateful?" Ji Yan approached her stepmother with a pale face, "if I'm really ungrateful, can you still get 50 million?"

Ji Yan clenched the palm of her hand. Her nails were embedded in the flesh, and she didn't feel pain.

Because now, her heart has been numb with pain.

"Fifty million?" The stepmother snorted coldly, "I've raised you and your useless mother for so long. I don't know how many 50 million I spent to go out."

The stepmother said, thrusting her waist and sticking out her index finger on Ji Yan's forehead, "you heartless dead thing, do you know how much it costs for your mother to do a chemotherapy? You've settled with me. "

Ji Yan is pushed by her and sits on the bed. She stares at her stepmother with red eyes, but she can't spit out a word any more.