After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Cheng Ping chuckled, "Would I be jealous of you?" She then pointed to the shining gold necklace around her neck, "This was bought for me by my daughter. It's not cheaper than your bottle of wine."

Listening to her parents' quarrel, Li Jiawei smiled and lowered her head to concentrate on eating the fish in the bowl, but she thought to herself that the price of the wine was actually much higher than that of the necklace. A bottle was more than 30,000 yuan, while the gold necklace was only a little over 10,000 yuan.

It’s not that Li Jiawei is stingy with Cheng Ping, but Cheng Ping only likes gold. She thinks it’s a waste of money to buy her jewelry made of jade and gemstones, and she can’t appreciate that.

After dinner, Li Jiawei cleaned the living room and took out two yoga mats from behind the sofa and spread them on the floor. Li Wenjun played with his sister on the mats. In less than five minutes, the toys in the storage box were all over the yoga mats. Several adults sat around on the sofa and chatted.

At this time, Li Jiawei took out two heavy red envelopes from the suitcase. They were prepared by her in Xishi. "Sister-in-law, these are New Year's red envelopes for Wenjun and Lele. Please keep them for them." She said as she handed the red envelopes to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took the red envelope and felt its weight. She said a little embarrassedly, "Weiwei, you have given enough to the two children in the past six months. You have taken good care of their food, clothing and daily expenses. Now you are giving them such a big red envelope."

Li Jiawei smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, we are a family and we don't have to talk behind each other's backs. I am their aunt, and now that I have money, of course I want to give them the best."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan quickly turned to the two children on the mat and said gently, "Wenjun, Lele, quickly say thank you to your aunt."

Li Wenjun had watched several New Year greeting videos online recently, and seemed to be influenced by them. When he saw the red envelope, he turned around cleverly, bent his knees, and knelt on the ground with a "dong" sound before anyone could react. Seeing this, Xiao Lele followed suit. Although he did not kneel down, he also stuck out his little butt and banged his head hard on the mat, making a "bang" sound.

Fortunately, there was a mat on the floor, so the two children's foreheads were only slightly red. Li Jiawei quickly smiled and helped Li Wenjun up, and asked distressedly: "Our silly boy, does it hurt?"

Li Wenjun touched his forehead pretending to be strong and said coolly: "A real man never cries out in pain."

As soon as these words came out, all the adults and children in the room were amused. Little Lele's eyes were already filled with tears because of the slight pain on her forehead, but when she saw everyone around her laughing, she forgot the pain, grinned, and laughed along with everyone else.

Li Jiawei and her parents chatted until after eleven o'clock, and Chen Yuan had already coaxed the two children back to bed. Li Jiawei looked at her watch, then stood up and said, "Mom, you guys should rest too, I'll go back to the hotel first."

Cheng Ping felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Li Jiawei walk to the entrance, pick up the suitcase and go out.

Li Jiawei noticed her mother's depressed mood and quickly comforted her: "Mom, don't worry, the hotel I'm staying in is very good, a five-star hotel, not far from here, less than one stop away. Tomorrow morning, I will come home to eat the dumplings you made."

Upon hearing that his daughter wanted to eat dumplings, Cheng Ping quickly blamed himself and said, "Look at my poor memory. I should have cooked them for you at dinner. How about I make a few for you now and eat them before leaving?"

Li Jiawei smiled and dissuaded: "Mom, there's really no need. I'm full now. If I eat more, I'll get sick."

"Okay, then what time will you come tomorrow morning?" Cheng Ping asked with concern.

"Eight o'clock, Mom. I'll be there on time at eight o'clock, waiting for your dumplings." Li Jiawei replied.

Cheng Ping was still worried and suggested again: "It's so late and it's still cold outside, let your dad drive you to the hotel."

Li Jiawei was already pulling her suitcase and walking quickly towards the stairs. She turned around and smiled, "Mom, there's really no need to bother. I'm already a grown-up, and it's only a few steps away. If it doesn't work, I'll just take a taxi. Don't send me off. Go to bed early. I'm leaving first."

Cheng Ping watched his daughter disappear around the corner of the stairs, and reminded her loudly: "Remember to call me when you get to the hotel to let me know you're safe."

"I know, Mom." Li Jiawei's voice came from downstairs, with a bit of playfulness and reassurance.

At this time, Li Jianguo came out of the bathroom and saw Cheng Ping standing at the door. He asked, "Is Jiawei gone?"

Cheng Ping turned around and looked at Li Jianguo with a hint of reproach: "Yes, he left. You said you were the same. Couldn't you just hold it in for a bit? You had to wait until Jiawei was about to leave before you went to the bathroom."

Li Jianguo shook his head helplessly and responded with a wry smile: "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I didn't choose the right time to go to the toilet."

In the bedroom, Chen Yuan had just coaxed her two children to sleep when she heard the quarrel between her parents-in-law and her husband. She couldn't help but smile. Her mother-in-law was straightforward and had a sharp tongue but a kind heart. Her father-in-law would never argue with her about right or wrong. She would often admit her mistakes quickly after she got angry. Such daily small disputes were commonplace in their family. Although there were occasional disturbances, they never hurt the harmony. Instead, they added some fun and warmth to life.

Chen Yuan took out the big red envelope that Li Jiawei gave to the children from under the pillow and rubbed it gently, with complex emotions surging in her heart.

She sat at the head of the bed, counting the brand new banknotes one by one. Each of the two children gave 66,666 in cash. More than 130,000 yuan was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for their small family. Chen Yuan couldn't help but sigh, it seems that this sister-in-law is really rich.

On the other side, Cheng Ping returned to the bedroom and was about to pull back the quilt to sleep when she unexpectedly found two heavy red envelopes between the quilts. She immediately knew that these were secretly stuffed in by Li Jiawei.

Cheng Ping opened a red envelope, and inside it was 99,999 yuan. The two red envelopes together amounted to nearly 200,000 yuan. Cheng Ping's hands trembled slightly. The money was like a hot potato, making her feel warm and heavy.

She knew that this was Li Jiawei's filial piety to her and Li Jianguo. But it was precisely because of Li Jiawei's filial piety that she felt full of guilt.

They didn't spend too much on Li Jiawei. Although she and her husband often said that their daughter and son were the same, they knew that compared to what they spent on their son, they really didn't spend much money on Li Jiawei.

Especially when Cheng Ping thought that the money was given to Li Jiawei by her biological parents, Cheng Ping felt extremely sad and felt that the money was really hot to the touch.

Just as she was immersed in complicated thoughts, Li Jianguo came in to get the quilt and was surprised to see his wife sitting on the bed crying silently. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked with concern.

Cheng Ping handed a red envelope to Li Jianguo and said with a sob, "This is from Jiawei."

Li Jianguo took the heavy wallet and felt a warm feeling in his heart, but it was soon replaced by complicated emotions. He smiled and asked softly, "How much?"

Cheng Ping sighed and replied, "Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine means long and lasting. This kid is really thoughtful."

Li Jianguo was silent for a moment, then handed the red envelope back to Cheng Ping: "This is a token of filial piety from our daughter, so we should accept it. She is rich now, and wants us to live a better life, so we should appreciate this kindness."

Cheng Ping took the wallet and his eyes became moist again. "I just feel bad. We didn't give her much, but she always cares about us. Look at how much she has sent home in the past six months, including food and daily necessities. She also takes good care of our two children."

Li Jianguo sat beside the bed, patted Cheng Ping's shoulder gently and comforted him: "Yes, it is our blessing to have filial children." As for the rest, he didn't know how to say it. Sometimes, love is the most difficult to describe in words.