Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Spending Money Cautiously

Cheng Su was already drenched in sweat, indeed stuck to her body in an uncomfortable, sticky mess.

”This is really suffering!” Cheng Su went to the bathroom, took the enamel washbasin and filled it with a basin of cold water, then plunged her face directly into it.

After a while, she lifted her dripping wet face, let out a breath, undid her clothing buttons, bathed her body with the cold water, and then went to her room to twist on the fan and blow it towards herself, managing to wash away some of the oppressive heat.

This little fan was the most basic model, a metal fan that could swivel, and it was also the most useful and valuable household appliance in the home, reportedly a reward Qi Taiguo had gotten for completing a mission.

This made the neighbors quite envious, for example, Chunhua and Guiying were still using big palm-leaf fans to create a breeze, and back in the old home, there wasn’t even a fan to speak of.

Could one imagine how unbearable the scorching heat was without a fan?

Nowadays, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and even with the fan blowing on her, Cheng Su felt sweat beading on her forehead. If there was no fan, she truly didn’t know how she would cope. In the countryside, there were mountains, and it was at least cool at night, whereas in the city, the houses were all hot.

”Once I’ve earned some money, I’ll definitely buy an air conditioner and enjoy it every day.” Cheng Su air punched as if into nothing, firming up her resolve to do business and earn money.

After pouring two large cups of cold water from an enamel jar adorned with bright red peonies, Cheng Su began organizing the things she had bought, putting everything that needed to be put away in its place and arranging the rest.

With the current low prices, she had bought a huge pile of items, but the cost wasn’t considered a lot; she still didn’t dare to spend too freely.

Why?

For one thing, although Qi Taiguo was a company commander, his allowance was just ninety, and he also had to support his family back home. His siblings were still in school, and just the day before, when he visited his elder sister in the hospital, he had given thirty yuan to help out. Where was there money to spare?

Secondly, although it was natural for Qi Taiguo to contribute to the household expenses as a husband, Cheng Su after all was a woman of the 21st century and had never been financially dependent on anyone. Money not earned by herself always seemed lacking in confidence when spent.

Thirdly, she was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth and had experienced poverty and hardship. Knowing the importance of money, she treasured it and always spent it where it mattered most, especially when finances were tight.

Cheng Su had a good grasp of how much money was available and what kind of life to live; she was not the kind of person to spend more than what she had.

To be precise, she would not let herself fall into an embarrassing situation, especially with finances.

”It’s still better to earn your own money. Spend it however you want, and no one has the right to nag.” Cheng Su muttered to herself and put the remaining few tens of yuan into her private savings box.

Until she earned her own money, the household finances had to be managed and stretched. Otherwise, always turning an open hand for money to Qi Taiguo would be a shame.

Having made up her mind, Cheng Su glanced at the time and then began to prepare dinner, in celebration of the start of her cohabitation with Qi Taiguo.

In the evening, when Qi Taiguo returned and saw a plate of braised pork ribs and a plate of dumplings on the table, along with two sets of bowls and chopsticks, he was momentarily taken aback.

”I’m back. Wash your face and let’s have dinner,” Cheng Su called from outside.

Qi Taiguo acknowledged with an ”Mm,” his mood a complex mixture of sourness, sweetness, and some indefinable feelings, but he was very clear about one thing: this was the feeling of home!

At the dinner table, Cheng Su proactively started conversations and occasionally laughed, making for a rare and smooth evening.

This was the first time the two of them lived and spent days together alone in one home, also a first experience of tranquility.