Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 402 The Phoenix Man's Scheme 6

During Sun Mingyang's hospitalization, Qingmo only visited him once a day, without fail, drinking a cup of milk tea every day.

The response is always the same: "Don't be unreasonable. I don't have time to take care of you. If I don't earn money, how am I supposed to buy you milk tea?"

Sun Mingyang...

That makes some sense, but not much.

After half a month, Sun Mingyang was finally discharged from the hospital. The hospitalization fee was tens of thousands of yuan, after all, his injury was to the root of his body, but unfortunately it could not be cured.

Sun Mingyang naturally wanted Qingmo to pay for it.

When Qingmo picked him up from the hospital in his Wuling Hongguang minivan, the group sat in the car, and Sun's mother spoke up.

"Qiuqiu, you and Mingyang are getting married soon. I won't hold it against you for Mingyang's hospitalization, but you have to reimburse me for the expenses, right?"

Upon hearing this, Qingmo became unhappy and immediately sped up her Wuling Hongguang, accelerating and accelerating even faster.

Sun's mother: "Oh dear! Too fast, too fast, slow down, slow down."

Sun Mingyang gripped the seatbelt tightly and shouted, "Mu Qiuqiu, what are you doing? What are you doing? Slow down!"

With his old car, a piece of junk, is this woman crazy, driving it like a sports car?

The jolting made him feel like his body was about to fall apart.

"No, no, you materialistic man, I never thought you guys would talk about money all the time."

"Am I not good enough to you? Every day I transfer money to you, every day I buy you milk tea. And you're still not satisfied?"

“I told you that everything I have will be yours after we get married, but you insist on settling accounts with me. Sun Mingyang, you bastard, let’s die together. I hate gold diggers like you the most.”

Her expression gradually became frantic, as if she wanted to die with her husband, which terrified the mother and son.

Sun Mingyang quickly said, "Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu, you've misunderstood. My mom was just saying it casually. Stop the car quickly, don't be impulsive."

"Ah! Yes, yes, I just said it offhand, daughter-in-law, please don't take it to heart. Stop the car, I'm going to throw up."

Sun's mother turned pale and began to gag, covering her mouth. Sun Mingyang was also terrified and gripped the car door handle tightly.

Qingmo snorted coldly and slammed on the brakes. The Wuling Hongguang screeched to a stop on the side of the road, the tires rubbing together and emitting a burnt smell.

Sun Mingyang and his mother were nearly thrown out, and they were panting heavily, still shaken.

Qingmo turned her head, her eyes cold: "Don't mention money to me again. I don't like materialistic men."

Sun Mingyang swallowed hard and forced a smile: "Qiuqiu, don't be angry. My mom is just... just worried and confused. How could we possibly care about money with you?"

Sun's mother quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, Auntie is getting senile, please don't take it to heart..."

Qingmo stared at them for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled sweetly: "That's good. I thought you didn't love me, you only loved money."

She restarted the car, this time driving steadily, as if the crazy speed just now was just an illusion.

Sun Mingyang and his mother exchanged a glance, neither daring to bring up the matter of money again.

After returning home, Qingmo helped Sun Mingyang to the sofa and said gently, "Rest well, I'm going to earn money to support you."

Sun Mingyang forced a smile: "Thank you, Qiuqiu..."

As soon as Qingmo left, Sun's mother immediately lowered her voice: "Son, that woman is too scary. Are you sure you want to marry her?"

Sun Mingyang smiled bitterly: "Mom, in my current state... do I even have a choice?"

Sun's mother sighed and said nothing more.

Faced with the choice between money and their lives, they chose money.

After all, Mu Qiuqiu only goes crazy occasionally; she was quite normal before. But being poor means you can really die of poverty.

Not two days later, Sun Mingyang immediately brought up the matter of buying a car and getting married.

"Qiuqiu, I'm almost fully recovered now. How about we go buy a car first? And we also need to start planning the renovations for the new house."

"Okay, but let's get our marriage certificate first. Mingyang, you know I'm afraid you're lying to me."

Sun Mingyang was taken aback, not expecting her to propose getting a marriage certificate first, but considering her personality, he hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement: "Okay, whatever you say."

The two quickly arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, completed the formalities, and held their bright red marriage certificate. Qingmo smiled exceptionally brightly.

But Sun Mingyang felt uneasy, as if things weren't so simple.

"Qiuqiu, we've got our marriage certificate, when are we going to buy a car?"

Qingmo turned around and slapped him across the face.

"What car do you want to buy? If you have the money, then buy a car. Is the Wuling Hongguang not good enough to drive, or is a Land Rover more cost-effective? I'd beat a spendthrift like you ten times a day."

Ok?

She hadn't even left the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau yet, and her expression changed so quickly!

Sun Mingyang gritted his teeth, and despite the furtive glances from those around him, managed a forced smile.

"Qiuqiu, stop fooling around, let's go back and talk about it."

"Go back? Who's going to support you if you go back? You useless thing, go back and wait for me. I'm going to make some money."

After Qingmo finished speaking, she got into the Wuling Hongguang without looking back, and sped away with a "whoosh" of the gas pedal.

Sun Mingyang was left standing alone at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, clutching his marriage certificate in his hand, his face still burning with pain.

The onlookers pointed and whispered among themselves.

"Why is this guy being treated so coldly right after getting the marriage certificate?"

"Tsk tsk, probably a gigolo. Look at that woman, how domineering she is."

"Serves him right, who told him to marry such a tigress..."

Sun Mingyang clenched his fists, his face turning ashen, but he finally took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and prepared to hail a taxi home.

When I opened WeChat, I found that Qingmo had just posted a message on her Moments.

"I'm married, but my husband wants to drive a Range Rover but doesn't want to work hard. Are there any rich women who can support him?"

The accompanying photos are of their marriage certificate and a selfie of her sitting in the driver's seat of a Wuling Hongguang minivan, smiling smugly.

Sun Mingyang: "..."

His hands trembled as he opened the comments section, only to find it filled with the same sentiment—

"Sis, you're awesome!"

"Sis, I didn't know you were so avant-garde! Letting your husband date a rich woman and then supporting both of you, that's amazing!"

"Who is this guy? He's ugly, but he's got such high hopes. He wants to drive a Range Rover after getting married."

Sun Mingyang was so angry he almost threw his phone, but then he thought about it again—

"Now that we're married, why are you afraid that Mu Qiuqiu won't listen to you?"

He quietly turned off his WeChat Moments, hailed a taxi, and decided to go home and get some sleep.

Women are easy to coax.

She's just a gold digger, not even willing to spend this little bit of money. What a joke! Do you think she can get a husband for free?

nonexistent.

Sun Mingyang was very confident that her hitting him was a sign of her love for him.

If she didn't love him, why would she insist on marrying him?

If I didn't love him, how could I get angry over such a small thing?

The saying "Spare the rod and spoil the child" holds true at any time.