A Guide for the Beloved Kid to Climb onto the Roof and Remove Tiles

Despite the fact that almost everything the Song family possesses today is obtained by sucking Lin Meng's blood, Old Madam Song says with a clear conscience that Lin Meng lives by depending on the Song family.

Lin Meng used to ignore all these words and never chose to refute them.

This time, she didn't indulge Old Mrs. Song.

She glanced at Old Mrs. Song and smiled slightly, "Mom, you may have forgotten, but I'm now in charge of all the food, clothing, and daily necessities for the family."

Lin Meng has always been the one paying for everything, including the family's three meals a day, the servants' wages, and so on.

Originally, it was just a suggestion from Song Shifeng that the man should be in charge of external affairs and the woman should be in charge of internal affairs, and that he was willing to leave all the household matters to Lin Meng.

Lin Meng was deeply moved and took on all the expenses. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

"Lin Meng, what do you mean? Don't talk nonsense. Shi Feng gives you living expenses every month, and now you're denying it?"

Lin Meng chuckled, "Mom, are you kidding me? Shifeng gives me ten thousand every month."

It wasn't even enough to cover the wages of one of the Song family's servants.

Lin Meng had always assumed that Song Shifeng was genuinely unaware of household expenses and had never questioned him about it.

Unexpectedly, in Old Mrs. Song's eyes, Lin Meng was still dependent on the Song family for survival.

Just ridiculous.

The servants who were cleaning on the side looked strange.

Lin Meng wasn't always at home. Under the intentional or unintentional guidance of Old Madam Song and others, all the servants in the Song family always thought that the people who paid them were members of the Song family.

Now that they heard that Song Shifeng only gave Lin Meng 10,000 yuan a month, they realized that it wasn't like that at all!

Grandma Song was so anxious she was jumping up and down, but she couldn't say a word while pointing at Lin Meng.

Just then, Song Shifeng walked in from outside.

"What's wrong? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Grandma Song immediately started complaining, making it sound as if she were the biggest victim.

Song Shifeng was already irritable, and he frowned as he looked in Lin Meng's direction.

"Mengmeng, what's wrong with you? You made Mom angry again as soon as you came back. You weren't like this before."

Lin Meng sneered inwardly, but her face showed a hurt expression.

"Mom just mentioned household expenses, and I just said something, I didn't mean anything by it. Does Shifeng not give me 10,000 every month? Did I say something wrong?"

Song Shifeng felt a lump in his throat, never expecting that the two of them were talking about this.

And in front of so many servants.

How could Song Shifeng not know that 10,000 yuan a month is simply not enough to cover the family's expenses?

However, since Lin Meng was willing to make sacrifices, he accepted them without any qualms.

In fact, Lin Meng never mentioned this matter to outsiders.

Therefore, his image in front of outsiders has always been glamorous.

The Song family's servants also always believed that the person who paid their salaries was President Song.

Now, Lin Meng's "casual" remark has directly torn away the fig leaf that Song Shifeng has been deliberately hiding all these years.

He looked at Lin Meng with deep affection.

"Mengmeng, I don't understand these things, and I haven't paid attention to them. If it wasn't enough, you should have told me earlier. How can you pay for these expenses?"

Song Shifeng originally wanted to say that they could ask him for whatever amount they needed later.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Meng nodded.

"I understand, Shifeng. I have all of these records. I will tell you about the expenses over the years later."

Song Shifeng's face stiffened.

Lin Meng blamed herself again, "I didn't think things through before. I thought you were in financial straits, that's why you did this."

All the words Song Shifeng wanted to say were suddenly stuck in his throat.

"How could that be? I just didn't know. Tell me the cost and I'll make it up to you right away."

Could it be that he's going to admit to being financially strapped in front of all these servants, and that his wife has to cover even the household expenses?

Song Shifeng can't afford to lose face like this!

Thinking that the family's expenses wouldn't be too much, Song Shifeng gritted his teeth and agreed, but he still felt a tightness in his chest.

He certainly isn't short of money now.

Having grown accustomed to drinking Lin Meng's blood over the years, the sudden need to spit out a portion of it made Song Shifeng feel extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Meng took out her phone and glanced at it. "It's a total of 72.8 million. Just transfer it to my previous card."

The smile on Song Shifeng's face vanished completely, and he looked at Lin Meng in disbelief.

"You say, how much?!"