"No wonder you worked during the day back then, then pushed a tricycle to set up at the Night Market as soon as you got off work. So she was really that extravagant with money."
Su Qiao had no idea what exactly that woman had spent it on.
She had probably been comparing herself with those city girls from well-off families!
It was said that, a few years ago, most ordinary college students didn't generally spend more than sixty yuan a month on living expenses. Anyone spending over a hundred yuan was considered to come from a relatively well-off family.
Aunt Yun found it unbelievable.
"And from what you're saying, you actually supported both her and her boyfriend starting in her second year of college?"
"How could she do that? Did she think your money had been blown in by the wind? Did she think this coastal city was really paved with gold? She was far too immature and completely out of line."
Aunt Yun had personally watched Su Qiao survive on just two steamed buns and a bowl of thin porridge a day. After eating, she still had to work at the factory during the day, then push her tricycle out to set up a street stall at night, not returning until midnight.
After taking a shower and tidying up, she could sleep for only a few hours before having to go to work again early the next morning.
When she thought of the money her younger sister had squandered—all of it saved bit by bit from what Su Qiao had been unwilling to eat or wear—Aunt Yun felt more and more that her sister was unreliable.
Su Qiao sighed. "Sigh, all that is in the past. I don't want to bring it up anymore. After all, she's my