Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"This is Mom's bank account number. You can deposit five thousand yuan into it every month from now on!"

As Yue Zhenhua spoke, he handed the card to Jiang Xue.

"what?"

Jiang Xue was slightly taken aback, but still insisted on paying, and ended up paying too much.

Although she didn't show it on her face, Jiang Xue actually harbored deep contempt for Yue Zhenhua.

I only give her mother 5,000 a month, and now I have to give her another 5,000. That's 10,000 a month.

The previous two thousand was fine, but suddenly it increased to three thousand.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?!"

Yue Zhenhua frowned slightly and looked deeply at Jiang Xue.

"No, I just don't know if five thousand is enough!"

Jiang Xue was expressing this statement with a heart dripping with blood.

Deep down, I kept praying that they wouldn't ask for more money.

Upon hearing her words, Yue Zhenhua's cold expression vanished, and he looked at Jiang Xue with a gentle expression, pondering the matter for a moment.

Then he shook his head, "No need!"

"Ok!"

Jiang Xue nodded and said nothing more.

The red light had passed, and the car continued moving forward.

Jiang Xue gazed at the night view, her thoughts wandering.

If you want to send the money yourself, you don't have to!

This could further strain their relationship.

Actually, it's also my own fault; after all these years, I haven't been able to give birth to a son.

Otherwise, why would that old hag cling to Yue Qingyou so desperately?

However, for the sake of a better future, she won't let their relationship be good.

"It would be better to give the card to myself," Jiang Xue thought, reaching out to grip the hard card tightly in her hand, a smile playing on her lips.

In any case, a wonderful life belongs to both of us, Qinglan and me.

As dusk fell, the lights of countless homes shone brilliantly.

After Zhao Junyan and the others left, the house returned to peace and quiet.

The porridge was still bubbling away on the gas stove.

Yue Qingyou sat at the dining table, doing her homework.

After she finished writing, she stretched and went to the kitchen to turn off the fire.

Using a cotton cloth, she lifted the lid, gently inhaled the fragrance inside, and nodded in satisfaction.

Wait a minute, Grandma will get up and then we can eat.

She glanced at the time; it was only a little past nine. She took out her notebook again and looked at the comments on Weibo criticizing her.

However, most of them were speaking up for themselves.

A smile played on her lips. In any case, by this Sunday, this matter would be resolved satisfactorily, and no one would use it to criticize her anymore.

"Qingyou—"

About ten minutes later, Grandma came out of the room.

"grandmother!"

Yue Qingyou stood up with a smile and casually closed the notebook.

"What are you cooking? It smells so good!"

Grandma walked up to her and reached out to pat her head twice.

"It's porridge! I'll go get some for Grandma!"

Yue Qingyou quickly stood up, went to the kitchen, and filled two bowls with water.

It was served on the dining table, one bowl for each person.

"It looks delicious!"

Grandma praised it, then reached for a spoon and stirred it inside.

"Remember to blow on it before drinking!"

Yue Qingyou gave another word of advice.

"Understood, my little housekeeper!"

Grandma stirred the mixture while smiling at Yue Qingyou.