Damn! Your little stash has already surpassed mine?

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“Old Cheng, you really did something terrible behind my sister’s back!”

“Trying to deny it now?”

“Too late!”

Seeing Cheng Xueming’s flustered reaction, Feng Jiamo, the little sister-in-law, who loved stirring up trouble, shamelessly egged on her sister, encouraging her to slander and defame. She urged anxiously, “Sister, hurry up and open it! There must be some dark secret of Old Cheng hidden inside!”

“I bet it’s love letters, definitely some girl still hasn’t given up and secretly wrote him love letters!”

This little sister-in-law was fearless in causing trouble; at this point, one really wanted to shut her up.

Now, everything was blind!

“What are you in such a hurry for? Let your brother-in-law explain himself first!”

Feng Jiuyou slapped away Feng Jiamo’s restless hand and held up the copy of “Marxism-Leninism” without opening it, looking at Cheng Xueming as she said, “Jiamo said you were hiding this book, and I didn’t really care at first. Xueming, you said you were just reading and putting away books in our own room, so how could that be sneaky?”

“But Xueming, your reaction just now wasn’t right! There really is something hidden in here, isn’t there?”

Feng Jiuyou weighed the book in her hand and squinted her eyes with a sly smile, continuing, “I don’t think there are any messy love letters in here; Xueming, you’re not that kind of person!”

“But I have a strong feeling that you’re hiding some secret stash of money behind my back.”

She knew her chosen man well. If any girl secretly gave him love letters, he’d tell her immediately, not hide it.

At least that much trust existed between husband and wife.

But hiding secret money—well, that was another matter. After all, which man doesn’t stash away some secret cash?

Even her father, tightly controlled by her mother, still had a secret fund.

Without secret money, how could he occasionally slip her five or ten yuan?

So—

Men can hide secret money, but they must never get caught by their own women. Otherwise... before hiding money, men should be mentally prepared, right?!

“No, no, Jiuyou, where are you getting this from?”

“You know me well—I don’t have the energy to secretly stash money elsewhere!”

Cheng Xueming trembled at Feng Jiuyou’s words.

This woman...

It wasn’t the first time she’d suspected him of hiding secret money behind her back!

He had to blame Bai Ling from Yanjing Literature; why did she keep sneakily commissioning work and bringing up secret cash?

Zhang Dening had tattled to Feng Jiuyou, and now she was watching him closely in this regard!

“Don’t listen to Jiamo’s nonsense. I only said I wanted to flip through ‘Marxism-Leninism’ to find some inspiration!”

“Jiuyou, you know I just got a task from Old Wu today, urging me to work harder and produce more related manuscripts!”

“So I had to flip through ‘Marxism-Leninism’ to improve the meaning of my drafts, right?”

Cheng Xueming barely managed to defend himself while trying to snatch the book from Feng Jiuyou’s hands, but she dodged him.

“That’s true! Xueming, what you said makes sense!” Feng Jiuyou nodded repeatedly, though inwardly thinking, What nonsense do you expect me to believe? If there was nothing, why would you try to grab the book?

She added, “Besides, Mom wants me to finish my draft quickly, so I have to study ‘Marxism-Leninism’ properly, right?”

“Yes, yes, don’t listen to Old Cheng’s lies. There are no love letters in this book; it must be secret money!”

“He was so sneaky just now, definitely hiding something!”

Feng Jiamo gave Cheng Xueming a triumphant glance but was dying of impatience. If it weren’t for her sister’s authority, she would’ve already snatched the book and torn it apart!

“I want half if I report this successfully, Sister...”

“Or at least a third, okay?!”

She quickly lowered her demands, thinking half was too greedy and her sister wouldn’t agree.

“You’re dreaming! Even if your brother-in-law hides secret money, it’s mine, not yours!”

Feng Jiuyou shot her sister a look and said irritably.

“Sis, don’t go back on your word! If you do, who’ll keep an eye on Old Cheng for you in the future?!”

“Ten percent! Sis, ten percent is fair, right?”

“Even if Old Cheng dares to hide secret money behind your back, it’s probably only a few dozen yuan at most!”

“Ten percent of that is just a couple of yuan. If you can’t spare that, you’ll make your good little sister heartbroken!”

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“Who’ll help you next time?”

“Ten percent, okay? Ten percent!”

Feng Jiamo pouted and begged, not letting her sister open the book yet, wanting to settle how to split the loot first.

Seeing her sister waver a little, she used her secret weapon—rubbing herself against her sister, almost clinging to her!

“Get off, get off! Who are you acting coy with at your age?”

“One percent, take it or leave it!”

Feng Jiuyou impatiently pushed Feng Jiamo aside. The idea of splitting her husband’s secret money in half was absurd.

Even ten percent was too much!

After all, who didn’t know her husband’s earning speed? As his partner, Feng Jiuyou certainly did.

If he was hiding secret money, it meant he was submitting pieces and earning fees secretly.

If so, it had to be at least a short story.

At his current status, a short story’s fee would be at least a hundred yuan, maybe two or three hundred.

Let’s say a hundred.

Thinking of sharing half or a third? Feng Jiuyou wasn’t stupid.

Even ten percent was ten yuan—no way. So one percent, giving her a couple of yuan pocket money, was already generous.

“Ah?! Sis, one percent is barely anything! You’re so stingy...”

“Just one percent. Take it or leave it! If you don’t want it, get out!”

Feng Jiuyou flipped and refused to acknowledge her sister. She’d rather Feng Jiamo leave so she could close the door and properly discipline her husband!

“Fine, fine, one percent it is. A few cents is still money. I’ve never seen a sister so stingy with her own sibling!”

Feng Jiamo rolled her eyes but reluctantly agreed, her greedy little eyes fixed on the “Marxism-Leninism” book, hoping Old Cheng’s secret stash would be substantial.

Hopefully, he’d hidden a few hundred bucks so even one percent would give her several yuan.

“Jiuyou, Jiuyou, think again—you’ll regret it, you’ll regret it!”

These two sisters completely ignored Cheng Xueming. Right in front of him, they divided the loot?

But Jiuyou, if you open that book, you will regret it. You really will!

“Hmph! So there really is secret money?!”

Feng Jiuyou’s eyes narrowed. Her husband had indeed secretly built a little treasure trove!

Now she was even happier, curious to see how much he had made in just over a month under her watchful eyes.

Feng Jiuyou herself felt she’d squeezed every last drop from him, yet he still managed to stash some away!

And she’d regret it—the tone said plenty was hidden, right?

Sure enough!

Just like that senior said, a man’s energy is like a sponge—you can squeeze and wring out some!

“Jiuyou, I admit it, I confess—I did hide a bit!”

“But I really didn’t mean to keep it from you. I was going to hand it over tonight!”

“So, you know, you gave me too much!”

At this point, Cheng Xueming had no choice but to confess. Denying any further would just make it easier for the little sister-in-law to tattle!

So finally, he exchanged glances with Feng Jiuyou and whispered that she had given him too much.

“One percent was too much?!”

Feng Jiuyou was stunned. How much secret money was he hiding?

If one percent was too much even for Feng Jiamo, the stash had to be hundreds or even thousands!

Good grief!

How did her husband manage that? It was almost more than her own secret stash!

“Sis! If you won’t do it, I’ll do it. Quit hesitating—are you going to regret it or not!?”

Seeing the couple whispering, Feng Jiamo was anxious and grabbed the “mystery box” to open it quickly!

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More or less, the division was agreed upon—no backing out now!

“What are you grabbing? Who said I’m going to regret it?” Feng Jiamo dodged again and glared fiercely at Cheng Xueming, daring him to wait.

If she lost too much today, she’d squeeze him dry—how dare he hide secret money behind her back, and such a huge amount!

After dodging Feng Jiamo again, she said, “Don’t grab it, I’ll open it myself. This time, you might get a big bonus!”

“Tch, at most a few yuan. What big bonus could I get?” Feng Jiamo was unconcerned. “With your strict supervision, even if Old Cheng hid secret money, how much could it be?”

“A hundred would be the max. If I get a yuan, see how stingy you two are! Is it really worth being so worried?”

“Wow, really over three hundred?!”

Though complaining and disdainful, her eyes never left the book in her sister’s hands, secretly hoping Old Cheng would be generous—maybe hiding a few hundred or even a thousand.

But when her sister finally flipped open the “Marxism-Leninism” and found a manuscript fee slip showing over three hundred yuan, her eyes lit up and she jumped excitedly!

Three hundred and fifteen yuan!

Old Cheng had secretly hidden a huge sum of three hundred fifteen yuan. Feng Jiamo couldn’t believe her luck to get three yuan and fifteen cents—she was ecstatic!

Over three hundred?!

Feng Jiuyou’s face also froze. She took out the fee slip and showed it to Cheng Xueming, demanding an explanation for this three hundred-yuan fee.

If he didn’t explain clearly today, he might as well prepare for punishment!

“Sis, I get it! Li Wenliqin, hurry and bring Grandma’s washboard here—your brother-in-law’s about to kneel!”

What the hell!

Hearing Feng Jiamo yell this out the window, Cheng Xueming’s face darkened. This sister-in-law was outrageous!

Her sister had never even mentioned kneeling on a washboard, yet this girl somehow read it that way and thought she was about to use that as a big weapon?

“Jiamo, what nonsense are you shouting? Who told you to call Li Wen to bring the washboard?!”

Feng Jiuyou, blushing and embarrassed, scolded her sister sharply.

What kneeling on the washboard? When did she say her brother-in-law had to do that?!

Alright!

With Feng Jiamo’s outburst, their mother came rushing in, asking, “What’s going on? What are you two doing?”

“Feng Jiamo, what are you doing in your sister and brother-in-law’s room?!” their mother scolded, but her eyes glanced at the older one, sensing no real fight.

“Mom, Old Cheng wasn’t honest! He secretly hid secret money behind my sister’s back, and I found out!”

“Look, over three hundred yuan!”

Feng Jiamo proudly showed the manuscript fee slip in her sister’s hand, beaming with triumph!

Hiding secret money?

Their mother was stunned. She supervised finances tightly; how could her son-in-law hide secret money under her nose?

And over three hundred? Was this for real?

Clearly annoyed, their mother urged, “Go back to your room and do your homework! You’re everywhere causing trouble!”

“Hehe, I found it! Old Cheng hid secret money, and I found it!”

Feng Jiamo was still smug. With over three hundred hidden, she’d get three yuan and fifteen cents, enough to treat Zhu Shan and the others to snacks tomorrow!

“Sis, give me the money, give me the money. We agreed on one percent, three yuan and fifteen cents...”

“Wait, there’s another one in ‘Marxism-Leninism’... Oh my god, there’s another one!”

Ignoring their mother’s glare, Feng Jiamo leaned over, demanding her sister share the loot, and shook the book. Another manuscript fee slip fell out, making Feng Jiamo’s eyes widen again!

Feng Jiuyou was dumbfounded. Another one?! Even their mother was stunned. What was going on?

How much secret money was their son-in-law hiding?

“What?! This is... sixteen hundred and twenty-three yuan? Old Cheng, where did you get so much secret money?”

Picking up the fee slip and seeing the amount, Feng Jiamo’s eyes nearly popped out.

“How much?!”

Feng Jiuyou was no longer calm—over sixteen hundred yuan? What was happening?!

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