Wei Xunzhou squandered his entire fortune for Li Yuntang.

If this had been in the past, Summer Song would have long since argued with Wei Xunzhou, but now, having completed her system task, she simply didn’t care.

So Summer Song merely responded with a casual “hmm” and placed the hairpin back on the dressing table.

Perhaps surprised by her reaction, a flicker of astonishment crossed Wei Xunzhou’s eyes.

He studied her for a long while before lowering his gaze and asking, “You... aren’t angry?”

Summer Song didn’t even look at him; she just shook her head gently and took a sip of water from the cup beside her.

Their son glanced at her curiously, then crossed his arms and said, “Hmph, at least you have some conscience.”

For some reason, seeing Summer Song so quiet stirred an unexpected unease in Wei Xunzhou’s heart.

He narrowed his eyes, then finally took out a few yuan from his pocket and handed them to her. “This is my salary for the month.”

Summer Song, noticing that the amount was significantly less than usual, immediately knew that Wei Xunzhou had given the bulk of his salary to Li Yuntang again.

Over the years, to support Li Yuntang, he had been giving her more than half of his monthly income.

As a result, Li Yuntang had been living with the best food and everything money could buy in the entire southern city for seven years.

Meanwhile, Summer Song, lacking money, often went hungry, wore inadequate clothing, slept poorly, and even dared not seek medical care when she coughed up blood from illness.

She took the money calmly from his hand, then carefully placed it in a nearby drawer.

Inside were the savings Summer Song had painstakingly set aside over those seven years—nearly ten thousand yuan. That was their entire family’s nest egg.

If she hadn’t desperately stopped him, Wei Xunzhou might have given even this small sum to Li Yuntang.

Seeing she didn’t question where the rest of the money had gone as she used to, Wei Xunzhou hesitated, glanced at her once more, then grabbed the groceries and headed to the kitchen. Wei Ming followed closely behind.

Summer Song closed the drawer and was setting down her cup when a figure suddenly pushed aside the door curtain and burst in.

“General Wei, comrade Li’s ex-husband is here again asking for money!”

At these words, the father and son, busy in the kitchen, immediately rushed out.

Wei Xunzhou took money from the drawer as he asked the neighbors how much they needed.

One neighbor sighed, patting his thigh, “One thousand!”

“Their appetite really grows bigger each time. Last time it was five hundred, now it’s a thousand!”

Wei Xunzhou quickly counted out a thousand yuan from the drawer, then pocketed the money, about to leave.

But when he turned, he saw Summer Song standing to the side.

Wei Xunzhou frowned slightly but still explained, “Yuntang is all alone and helpless. I have to help her!”

Summer Song found it amusing—whenever Wei Xunzhou helped Li Yuntang, he always used this line to shut her up.

No matter her attitude, the money always ended up in Li Yuntang’s hands.

She said nothing, simply turning and stepping outside.

“Dad, let’s hurry and go save Aunt Yuntang,” Wei Ming tugged at Wei Xunzhou.

Because of the big commotion over Li Yuntang, neighbors had gathered to watch the spectacle.

“I’m sick of it! Coming here every day to ask for money, shameless! If it were me, I’d just give them the money so they don’t bother us again!” Someone said casually, but the words struck home.

Wei Xunzhou stopped in his tracks, hesitated for a moment, then swiftly turned back and swept all the money out of the drawer!

Summer Song was stunned, but thinking she was about to leave soon, she no longer cared what they did.

Hiding her surprise behind lowered eyes, she lifted the door curtain and walked out, just in time to see the father and son hurrying toward Li Yuntang’s house.

Nearby, a few older women spat out their sunflower seed shells when they saw Summer Song emerge.

“Song, I’m just saying—whose husband goes around taking money out every day?”

“Several hundreds or a thousand each time, how on earth can you live like that?”

Summer Song chuckled softly, a trace of resoluteness flashing in her eyes: “Soon, we won’t live like this anymore.”

The next moment, the father and son suddenly turned to look at her.

Her voice was soft but still stopped them in their tracks.

“What do you mean by that?” Wei Xunzhou looked at her calmly, his heart momentarily frozen.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he had misheard. How could Summer Song say such words?

They had quarreled countless times over Li Yuntang, but no matter how much she argued, she had never said they wouldn’t live together anymore.

Summer Song was momentarily taken aback; this was the first time Wei Xunzhou had pressed her for an explanation. Previously, even if he hadn’t heard clearly, he wouldn’t ask a second time.

Seeing her remain silent, Wei Ming impatiently tugged at his father’s sleeve.

“Hmph, Dad, Mom’s probably jealous again! She always acts like this, but she’ll get over it soon. Let’s hurry and find Aunt Yuntang. What if she’s hurt!”

At the mention of injury, Wei Xunzhou’s expression changed. He ignored Summer Song and headed straight to Li Yuntang’s house.

Soon, the sounds of things being smashed inside ceased, followed by Wei Xunzhou’s stern warning:

“Ten thousand yuan to sever all ties between you and her! If there’s a next time…”

Before he finished, the group was already taking the money and leaving, bowing and nodding repeatedly.

They disappeared behind the gate of the military family compound.

The neighbors nearby were stunned by Wei Xunzhou’s warning, their eyes toward Summer Song filled with complex emotions.

Whispers soon filled her ears.

Yet Summer Song seemed deaf to it all, quietly watching Li Yuntang’s house opposite.

Shortly after, Wei Xunzhou and Wei Ming escorted Li Yuntang out.

Li Yuntang stood on tiptoe, looking toward the large gate of the military compound before exhaling in relief.

Then, turning back with reddened eyes, she thanked Wei Xunzhou.

“Xunzhou, thank you so much for today’s trouble…”

Before she finished, Wei Ming hurriedly hugged her, speaking sweetly.

“Aunt Yuntang, you don’t have to thank us. To me, you’re even better than my own mother. Helping you is only right.”

Li Yuntang tenderly stroked his head, then cast a challenging glance at Summer Song.

Wei Xunzhou said nothing to refute his son, simply watching the two quietly.

Summer Song didn’t want to watch any longer; she gathered the orange peels drying on the windowsill and prepared to leave.

“Comrade Summer.”

Li Yuntang’s voice suddenly called from behind her.

Summer Song furrowed her brows slightly and turned to look at her. “What is it?”

Li Yuntang bent down to lift Wei Ming, smiling.

“Xunzhou helped me so much today, I want to invite you all to the state-run restaurant to thank you.”

As she spoke, she deliberately emphasized the name Xunzhou.

Summer Song understood the provocation in her tone but remained indifferent, showing none of the anger Li Yuntang had hoped for.

“No, I’ve already cooked.”

“Oh, just let me thank you! Xunzhou and Ming both agreed. If you don’t come, I’ll feel bad,” Li Yuntang persisted, ignoring Summer Song’s refusal and dragging her into the car.

At the restaurant, Wei Xunzhou expertly ordered many dishes Li Yuntang loved.

The waiter praised Wei Xunzhou’s thoughtfulness while turning to ask Summer Song what she wanted.

Wei Xunzhou promptly handed her a menu, though he clearly didn’t know she wasn’t hungry to begin with. Being treated so differently only dampened her appetite further.

She pushed the menu back and replied lightly, “Nothing.”

Soon, a steaming copper hotpot was brought to the table.

Wei Ming hurriedly took napkins to wipe Li Yuntang’s bowls and chopsticks, while Wei Xunzhou placed lamb slices into the pot.

The father and son skillfully tended the hotpot for Li Yuntang, making Summer Song across the table feel especially lonely.

Only when a nearby waiter noticed her not touching her chopsticks and asked if she wanted anything did Wei Xunzhou remember she was there.

He held a piece of freshly cooked lamb in midair, hesitating briefly before placing it in her bowl.

In the next instant, Summer Song covered her bowl and chopsticks with her hand.

“I’m not eating. I’m allergic to beef and lamb.”