Su Qiao pulled him out of the pharmacy openly and confidently. After changing cars several times, they finally boarded one heading back to the small town.
After getting off, Xiao Jingsheng's legs were still a little weak.
When they reached an unoccupied corner, he was so excited that even his hands trembled slightly. "Qiao'er, all this money is really ours?"
Su Qiao looked at him disdainfully. "You're too timid. How much is this, really? It isn't even enough to buy a toilet."
Buying a house in Beijing proper would cost at least thirty thousand yuan.
How far short of that were they?
Though Xiao Jingsheng's heart was surging, how could he show such a lack of ambition in front of his woman?
He nodded with a very calm expression. "That's right. It's a little short—not enough to buy a house."
"Come on. Let's find a credit union and deposit it. This is our secret fund."
Although it wasn't much money, Su Qiao was still quite happy.
Xiao Jingsheng hurriedly assured her, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I won't even tell my mother."
"You don't need to hide it from your mother. Otherwise, she'll keep worrying that you don't have money for school."
As long as word didn't get out, it would be fine.
Xiao Jingsheng's eyes lit up. "Then I'll let a little slip?"
If his mother knew about this, she wouldn't have to worry about his future school expenses anymore.
"Do as you see fit. Tell her—it'll be good for her condition."
With the burden on her shoulders gone, her mood would certainly improve, and her illness would naturally get better faster.
*
Now that they had money, both of them felt at ease. After that, they went to school together, studied together, and went home from school