frightfiction Chapter 628 Dawn (34)
Chapter 628 Dawn (34)
Chu Huian: "..."
After receiving a month's salary from Aunt Zhang through Chu Huian, Yan Zhen refrained from reacting for the time being.
Her silence seemed to give Aunt Zhang the wrong impression, making her think that Yan Zhen was just good at talking, but ultimately had no real power in this family, was unloved by her parents, and dared not utter a word when she suffered in silence.
In the days that followed, Aunt Zhang became even more outrageous.
Yan Zhen's room was sloppily cleaned, and the trash can was full but not emptied. It was raining heavily when Yan Zhen went out during the day, and when she returned home, she found that the window was not closed and the rocking chair placed by the window was soaked by the rain.
Before we knew it, it was the 12th.
It was the weekend, and Yan Zhen didn't go out; he slept in until he naturally woke up.
Chu Huian went out, Yan Yi was not at home, only Yan Zhen, Yan Yuxi and Aunt Zhang were at home.
Yan Zhen played games until 2 a.m. last night and woke up at 10 a.m. with several WeChat messages from Jing Chen on her phone.
She had just replied with an emoji when Jing Chen immediately called.
"Just woke up?"
"Ah."
"Did you stay up all night playing games last night?"
"Correct."
"Don't stay up too late," Jingchen said, then worried about her meals. "Will there still be breakfast available at this hour?"
"I don't know," Yan Zhen said honestly. "I'll go down for lunch later."
"Then you'll have to wait another two hours. I'll order you some takeout."
Yan Zhen rolled over in bed and started ordering: "Okay, I want meat, and a cup of mango pomelo sago."
Jing Chen, on the other end of the phone, opened the food delivery app and placed an order: "Do you want anything else?"
"What else?"
"Small cakes? There's a cake shop that opened two kilometers away, and they look pretty good."
"Then I'll buy one. I want the strawberry flavor."
After ordering takeout, the two chatted for about ten minutes before Yan Zhen hung up the phone and got up to wash up.
The food arrived quickly.
When Yan Zhen came downstairs carrying three or four takeout bags, Aunt Zhang, who was picking vegetables, saw her and said, "Miss, lunch will be ready in a little while, why did you order so much takeout?"
"Did I spend your money?"
Aunt Zhang choked a little, frowned, and said, "I just think food outside is unhygienic..."
"Those who meddle in other people's business will die young."
Aunt Zhang: "..."
Yan Zhen carried the takeout upstairs, and Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes as she watched her back.
After finishing preparing the vegetables, Aunt Zhang's phone beeped. She quickly dried her hands, took out her phone, and saw a WeChat message from her high school son asking for living expenses.
Aunt Zhang gets her salary on the 12th of every month, and she transfers living expenses to her son after receiving it.
Exiting her son's chat window, Aunt Zhang opened Chu Huian's WeChat chat page.
Normally, on the 12th, Chu Huian would transfer her salary as soon as she woke up in the morning.
It's almost noon today, why hasn't she turned around yet?
Did you forget?
Aunt Zhang wanted to send a message to remind Chu Huian, but she felt that it would be like chasing after the employer for money, and she was worried that Chu Huian would be unhappy.
After hesitating for a while, she could only send a message to her son, saying that she hadn't received her salary yet and would transfer the money to him that evening.
Throughout the day, Aunt Zhang would check WeChat whenever she had a spare moment to see if Chu Huian had transferred any money.
But Chu Huian didn't seem to remember this matter until she returned home that evening.
It seems she really has forgotten.
After dinner, Aunt Zhang finished cleaning up the kitchen and went upstairs to knock on Chu Huian's door.
Chu Huian had just finished taking a bath and was applying a face mask when she saw Aunt Zhang come in. She casually asked, "What's wrong?"
Aunt Zhang rubbed her hands nervously: "Madam, today is the 12th, did you forget to pay me my salary?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Huian turned around and asked in surprise, "Didn't Zhenzhen transfer it to you?"
Aunt Zhang was taken aback: "Miss Zhen?"
"Yes, she will pay your salary from now on."
Aunt Zhang's expression changed slightly, and she immediately realized the intention behind Chu Huian and Yan Zhen's actions.
Unexpectedly, Yan Zhen remained silent, apparently preparing a big move.
I've given her plenty of subtle and overt challenges in the past, and now that she's paying my salary, who knows what kind of trouble she'll cause me.
Thinking about this, Aunt Zhang felt a surge of resentment.
"Madam, why is that?" Aunt Zhang feigned ignorance. "Has Miss Zhen been put in charge of the money at home?"
Chu Huian pretended to be clueless: "No, she's the one who pays your salary. That's her idea. She probably forgot to transfer money to you today. She went out for a bike ride and should be back by now. Go upstairs and remind her."
Aunt Zhang: "..."
As Aunt Zhang emerged from Chu Huian's room and looked at the staircase leading to the third floor, her face turned grim.
Just as she was struggling with how to bring it up with Yan Zhen, Yan Yuxi came downstairs.
Seeing Aunt Zhang standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor with a troubled look on her face, Yan Yuxi asked with concern, "Aunt Zhang, what's wrong?"
Aunt Zhang immediately told her about Chu Huian giving her salary to Yan Zhen.
Yan Yuxi frowned after hearing this: "How can we let Zhenzhen manage the money? She's still young. What if she spends the money or accidentally loses it?"
“Exactly,” Aunt Zhang chimed in with a complaint, “and isn’t this just deliberately making things difficult for me?”
If Yan Zhen pays her salary from now on, won't she have to watch her mood every day?
Yan Yuxi thought for a while and gave Aunt Zhang a suggestion: "Why don't you talk to your dad and ask him to ask Zhenzhen for the money? You've worked at home for so many years and you're a relative of your dad's side, so he should give you some face."
Aunt Zhang's eyes lit up: "That's right, I'll call my husband right now."
Aunt Zhang took out her phone, went out onto the balcony, and called Yan Yi.
When the call connected, she subtly recounted how Yan Zhen had been withholding her salary and pretending not to know anything about it.
“Sir, you know my family situation. My son is in high school, and he gets his allowance on the 12th of each month. He's just waiting for his paycheck to eat. You see…”
Yan Yi's voice was tinged with laughter, sounding quite pleased: "Is that so? I'll go back and talk to her about it."
Aunt Zhang was overjoyed and immediately asked, "When are you coming back?"
"The day after tomorrow, I'll be in a meeting out of town."
Aunt Zhang was taken aback: "The day after tomorrow."
"Correct."
"But... could you please call Miss Zhen and talk to her about this?"
When she said that, Yan Yi seemed to remember: "I had forgotten about it until you mentioned it. I don't have her contact information."
Aunt Zhang: "..."
"If you need it urgently, just go upstairs and ask her for it," Yan Yi said kindly. "She may have a bad temper, but she's not unreasonable. Just talk to her nicely, and she'll give it to you."
Aunt Zhang: "..."
After hanging up the phone, Aunt Zhang looked at the several messages her son had sent on her phone urging her to pay for living expenses. She gritted her teeth and went up to the third floor.
Standing at the door of Yan Zhen's room, Aunt Zhang imagined a scene where Yan Zhen would humiliate her severely after she knocked on the door, and finally throw a stack of wages in her face.
The thought of being ridden on and having her excrement defecate by a thirteen-year-old girl at her age filled her with such grievance and anger that she almost cried.
Just then, the door to the room opened unexpectedly. Yan Zhen looked at Aunt Zhang, whose eyes were red, and asked in confusion, "Aunt Zhang, are you bringing hot milk so early today?"