To make matters worse, one night, Zhou Huaihua secretly ran back to the county seat in the middle of the night.
Song Qingya asked around everywhere but couldn't find a single trace of her.
Song Qingya thought to herself.
'What if Fei Zhenwu also left this quietly?'
'Who knows how long this household separation would be dragged out?'
Delays breed trouble, and Song Qingya just wanted to get this settled as soon as possible.
She wasn't willing to wait endlessly any longer.
So, one early morning, she found Fei Zhenwu and handed him a small packet of money, saying, "This is Ajin's living allowance for the month. As per the old arrangement, this is your share."
The moment he saw the packet of money, Fei Zhenwu's eyes lit up.
However, just at that critical moment, Song Qingya suddenly snatched her hand back.
Fei Zhenwu lunged for it but came up empty-handed.
Fei Zhenwu immediately looked displeased and asked, "What's the meaning of this?"
