I Saved Every Penny of His Salary for Three Years
After three years of saving my boyfriend's salary for our marriage fund, his father's medical emergency reveals the truth about where all the money really went.
I Saved Every Penny of His Salary for Three Years
After three years of dating, my boyfriend would transfer his salary to me every month, saying we were saving for our marriage fund, and he would ask me for money when he needed to spend. On the eve of our wedding, his father suddenly became seriously ill, and my boyfriend demanded I take out all the money to pay for his father's treatment. I said I had no money, but my boyfriend didn't believe me and pointed at my nose, cursing me.
"I earn 17,000 a month, and with various year-end bonuses, that's 250,000! Over three years, that's 758,625.5 yuan in total, and you're telling me you have no money?"
"You need to give me the money right now! If my father's treatment gets delayed because of this, I'll make you pay!"
Facing his hysterical questioning, I pulled out all the bills from the past three years.
Chapter 1
That evening, I had just finished cooking when my boyfriend Song Chunfeng rushed in frantically.
He knocked over the vegetable plate, scalding me and making me cry out involuntarily, but he didn't even look. He grabbed my hand, his expression tense:
"Yaoyao! My dad is sick. I've been giving you my salary all along, quickly give it all to me."
"I need to go pay my dad's hospital fees now!"
My boyfriend's mother, Qin Meijuan, who had been sitting on the sofa like an empress waiting for me to serve her, also jumped up when she heard this:
"What? How could your dad get sick?"
Then she turned her gaze to me, displeased and frowning.
"Yaoyao, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and give my son his money! You're not even married yet, it's fine to manage the money usually, but don't tell me you don't want to give it back?"
I didn't speak, turning to go to the kitchen to rinse the scalded area with cold water.
Then I went to apply burn ointment.
When Song Chunfeng saw I was ignoring him, he immediately became enraged.
He grabbed my shoulder, questioning angrily:
"Yaoyao, can't you tell what's important? Is applying ointment more important, or my dad's treatment more important?"
"Hurry up and give me the money!"
I looked at his vicious appearance.
I said lightly: "No money."
Song Chunfeng's eyes widened instantly, and he suddenly pushed me hard.
Then, as if to vent his anger, he kicked over the nearby trash can:
"How can there be no money? From the moment we got together, I've been transferring my salary to you."
"We've been together for three years, I've given you over seven hundred thousand, even if you like shopping, you couldn't possibly spend that much in a month, right!"
"Hurry up and give me the card."
I pushed his hand away, rubbing my sore shoulder, and said coldly:
Chapter 2
"Let me make it clear, I really don't have any money."
Song Chunfeng was stunned for a moment, then his face twisted in anger.
"What did you say? No money? Where did all my money go?"
I looked at him calmly.
"Your money? Since when was it ever your money?"
Song Chunfeng was confused.
"What do you mean? I earned that money myself, of course it's my money."
I shook my head.
"No, that money was never yours to begin with."
Song Chunfeng was getting more and more angry.
"Yaoyao, stop playing word games with me! Where is my money? Give it back to me now!"
I took a deep breath.
"Your money has been with me all along, but it's not in the form you think."
Song Chunfeng looked at me suspiciously.
"What do you mean by that?"
I walked to the desk and opened a drawer.
I took out a stack of documents and handed them to him.
"Here, this is where all your money went."
Song Chunfeng took the documents and looked at them.
His face gradually changed from anger to shock.
"Th-this... this can't be possible..."
I looked at him calmly.
"Why can't it be possible? Every single cent of your salary has been accounted for."
Song Chunfeng's hands were shaking as he looked through the documents.
"House rent... utilities... groceries... your mother's medical expenses... your credit card bills... your shopping expenses..."
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How... how could it be so much?"
I shrugged.
"You were the one spending the money, not me. I was just keeping track of it."
Song Chunfeng's face turned pale.
"But... but I thought we were saving for marriage..."
I nodded.
"We were, but you kept asking for money for various expenses, and I gave it to you. I never refused you once."
Song Chunfeng looked at the documents again.
"The total... the total is exactly how much I gave you..."
I nodded.
"Yes, every single cent has been spent. There's nothing left."
Song Chunfeng collapsed onto the sofa, his face ashen.
"No... this can't be happening... my dad... my dad needs money for treatment..."
I looked at him without sympathy.
"You should have thought about this earlier. You shouldn't have spent money so carelessly."
Song Chunfeng's mother, Qin Meijuan, had been watching silently, but now she spoke up.
"Yaoyao, this is all your fault! If you had managed the money properly, we wouldn't be in this situation!"
I looked at her coldly.
"Auntie, I did manage the money properly. Every expense was documented. Your son was the one spending it carelessly."
Qin Meijuan's face turned red with anger.
"You're lying! You must have hidden the money somewhere! Give it back to us!"
I shook my head.
"I have nothing to give you. All the money is gone."
Song Chunfeng suddenly stood up and grabbed my arm.
"Yaoyao, please, I'm begging you. My dad's life is at stake here. Please, help me think of something."
I looked at his desperate face.
"Let go of me."
Song Chunfeng didn't let go.
"Yaoyao, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spent money so carelessly. Please, help me this once."
I pulled my arm free.
"It's too late for apologies now. Your father's illness is not my responsibility."
Song Chunfeng's face was full of despair.
"But... but we're getting married soon... we're family..."
I shook my head.
"No, we're not family yet. And after this, I don't think we will be."
Song Chunfeng looked at me in shock.
"What... what do you mean by that?"
I looked at him coldly.
"I mean, our engagement is off."
Chapter 3
Song Chunfeng was stunned.
"What... what did you say?"
I repeated calmly.
"Our engagement is off. I can't marry someone who doesn't trust me and treats me this way."
Song Chunfeng's face turned pale.
"Yaoyao, you can't do this to me! We love each other!"
I shook my head.
"If you truly loved me, you would trust me. You wouldn't accuse me of hiding money when I've done nothing but take care of you and your mother for the past three years."
Qin Meijuan started crying.
"Yaoyao, please don't do this! We need you! My husband needs medical treatment!"
I looked at her coldly.
"Auntie, your husband's medical treatment is not my responsibility. You should have saved money for emergencies instead of spending everything."
Song Chunfeng grabbed my hand again.
"Yaoyao, please, I'm begging you. Don't leave me. I'll change, I promise!"
I pulled my hand away.
"Save your promises for someone else. I'm done."
I started packing my things.
Song Chunfeng followed me around, begging and pleading.
"Yaoyao, please, think about our three years together. Think about all the good times we had!"
I stopped and looked at him.
"What good times? For the past three years, I've been nothing but your personal maid and ATM. I cooked, I cleaned, I took care of your mother, and I managed all the money while you spent it carelessly. Where were the good times for me?"
Song Chunfeng was speechless.
"I... I didn't realize..."
I shook my head.
"Of course you didn't. You were too busy enjoying yourself to notice how miserable I was."
I continued packing.
Song Chunfeng suddenly grabbed my suitcase.
"Yaoyao, please, don't go! I'll do anything! Just tell me what you want me to do!"
I looked at him.
"There's nothing you can do to fix this. The trust is broken, and I can't marry someone I don't trust."
Song Chunfeng's face was full of despair.
"Yaoyao, please... my dad is dying... I can't lose you both at the same time..."
I felt a moment of pity, but I hardened my heart.
"Your father's illness has nothing to do with me. That's between you and your family. I'm leaving."
I took my suitcase and walked out the door.
Song Chunfeng followed me, crying and begging.
"Yaoyao, please! Don't leave me!"
I didn't look back.
I got into a taxi and left.
I didn't look back even once.
Chapter 4
I went to my best friend's house.
She was shocked when I told her what happened.
"Yaoyao, are you serious? You're breaking up with him?"
I nodded.
"Yes, I can't marry someone who doesn't trust me and treats me like that."
My best friend hugged me.
"I'm so proud of you for standing up for yourself. You deserve better."
I spent the night at her house.
The next day, Song Chunfeng called me.
"Yaoyao, please, give me another chance. I'm sorry for how I acted. My dad's condition is stable now, and we've figured out a way to pay for his treatment."
I was silent for a moment.
"Song Chunfeng, I'm glad your father is stable, but that doesn't change anything between us."
Song Chunfeng's voice was desperate.
"Yaoyao, please, I love you. I realize now how badly I treated you. I want to make it up to you."
I shook my head.
"It's too late for that now. I've moved on."
Song Chunfeng was silent for a moment.
"Have you... have you found someone else?"
I almost laughed.
"No, I haven't found someone else. But that doesn't mean I'm going to come back to you."
Song Chunfeng's voice was pleading.
"Yaoyao, please, just meet me one more time. Let me explain properly."
I hesitated.
"Fine, I'll meet you, but just to talk, not to get back together."
Song Chunfeng agreed eagerly.
"Thank you, Yaoyao! Thank you so much!"
We arranged to meet at a café the next day.
Chapter 5
I arrived at the café first.
Song Chunfeng arrived a few minutes later.
He looked terrible, like he hadn't slept in days.
"Yaoyao," he said, sitting down across from me.
I nodded.
"Song Chunfeng."
He looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Yaoyao, I'm so sorry for how I acted. I was wrong, completely wrong."
I looked at him calmly.
"Yes, you were. But why are you really here? Is this about your father again?"
Song Chunfeng shook his head.
"No, it's not about my father. Well, not directly. My father is stable now, and we've managed to pay for his treatment."
I was surprised.
"How did you manage that?"
Song Chunfeng looked embarrassed.
"We... we had to sell the house. And my mother had to use her retirement savings."
I nodded.
"I see."
Song Chunfeng looked at me.
"Yaoyao, I realize now how badly I treated you. I took you for granted. I expected you to take care of everything while I just enjoyed myself."
I looked at him.
"Yes, you did."
Song Chunfeng took a deep breath.
"I've changed, Yaoyao. Really, I have. I've been thinking a lot about our relationship, and I realize how unfair I was to you."
I looked at him skeptically.
"Have you really changed, or are you just saying that because you're in trouble now?"
Song Chunfeng looked sincere.
"I mean it, Yaoyao. I've been doing a lot of thinking. I even talked to my mother about it."
I raised an eyebrow.
"You talked to your mother? What did she say?"
Song Chunfeng looked embarrassed.
"She... she admitted that she had been too hard on you. She said she took advantage of your kindness."
I was surprised.
"Really? Your mother said that?"
Song Chunfeng nodded.
"Yes, she did. She feels terrible about how she treated you."
I looked at him.
"And what about you? How do you feel about how you treated me?"
Song Chunfeng looked down.
"I feel awful, Yaoyao. I was selfish and childish. I expected you to take care of everything without giving anything back. I didn't appreciate you at all."
I looked at him.
"Do you understand why I can't marry you anymore?"
Song Chunfeng looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears.
"Yes, I understand. But I'm begging you, please give me another chance. I've changed, really I have."
I looked at him.
"Song Chunfeng, even if you have changed, the trust between us is broken. I can't marry someone I don't trust."
Song Chunfeng reached across the table and took my hand.
"Yaoyao, please, just give me one more chance. Let me prove to you that I've changed."
I looked at him.
I saw sincerity in his eyes.
But I also saw desperation.
I wasn't sure if it was real change or just desperation because he was in trouble.
"I need time to think," I said.
Song Chunfeng nodded eagerly.
"Of course, take all the time you need. Just please, don't give up on us completely."
I nodded.
"I won't. But I need some time to myself."
Song Chunfeng agreed.
"Take all the time you need. I'll be waiting for you."
I stood up to leave.
"Yaoyao," he said.
I looked at him.
"I love you," he said.
I didn't respond.
I just turned and left.
Chapter 6
Over the next few weeks, Song Chunfeng called me every day.
He told me about the changes he was making.
He had found a better job.
He was helping his mother more around the house.
He was even learning to cook.
I was skeptical, but I listened.
One day, he invited me to have dinner with him and his mother.
I hesitated, but finally agreed.
When I arrived at their apartment, I was surprised.
The place was clean.
Song Chunfeng had cooked dinner.
And his mother, Qin Meijuan, was actually being nice to me.
"Yaoyao, it's so good to see you," she said, giving me a hug.
I was stunned.
This was not the same woman who had treated me like a maid for three years.
During dinner, Song Chunfeng told me about his new job.
He was working as a manager at a restaurant.
The pay was better, and he was learning about responsibility.
Qin Meijuan also spoke.
"Yaoyao, I want to apologize for how I treated you before. I was wrong to take advantage of your kindness."
I was shocked.
This was completely unexpected.
After dinner, Song Chunfeng walked me home.
"Yaoyao, what do you think?" he asked.
I looked at him.
"I'm surprised, I have to admit. Your mother seems to have changed."
Song Chunfeng nodded.
"She has. My father's illness was a wake-up call for both of us. We realized how much we took you for granted."
I looked at him.
"And what about you? Have you really changed?"
Song Chunfeng looked at me sincerely.
"Yes, Yaoyao, I have. I'm not the same person I was before. I've learned my lesson."
I looked at him.
I saw sincerity in his eyes.
But I was still hesitant.
"I need more time," I said.
Song Chunfeng nodded.
"Of course. Take all the time you need."
He walked me to my door.
"Good night, Yaoyao."
"Good night, Song Chunfeng."
I went inside.
My mind was in turmoil.
Had Song Chunfeng really changed?
Or was this just temporary?
I didn't know what to think.
Chapter 7
Over the next month, Song Chunfeng continued to prove himself.
He called me every day, but not too much.
He told me about his day, asked about mine.
He was respectful, not demanding.
One day, he invited me to go out with his friends.
I was hesitant, but I agreed.
His friends were surprised to see me.
But they were nice.
They told me how much Song Chunfeng had changed.
"He's like a different person," one of them said.
"He used to be so selfish, but now he's always thinking about others."
Another friend added.
"Yeah, he talks about you all the time. He says he's going to win you back, no matter what it takes."
I was surprised.
It seemed like Song Chunfeng had really changed.
After the outing, Song Chunfeng walked me home.
"Yaoyao, did you have a good time?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Yes, I did. Your friends are nice."
Song Chunfeng smiled.
"They like you too. They think you're good for me."
I looked at him.
"And what do you think?"
Song Chunfeng looked at me sincerely.
"I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I was stupid to let you go."
I looked at him.
I saw sincerity in his eyes.
Real sincerity.
Not the desperate sincerity of someone in trouble.
But the sincere look of someone who had truly changed.
I took a deep breath.
"Song Chunfeng, I've been doing a lot of thinking too."
He looked at me hopefully.
"And?" he asked.
I looked at him.
"I think... I think you have changed. Really changed."
Song Chunfeng's face lit up.
"You mean...?"
I nodded.
"Yes, I think we can try again. But slowly. We need to rebuild trust."
Song Chunfeng's eyes filled with tears.
"Of course, Yaoyao! Whatever you want! We'll take it slow, I promise!"
He hugged me tightly.
"I won't let you down this time. I promise."
I hugged him back.
I hoped he was telling the truth.
I really hoped so.
Chapter 8
We started dating again.
But slowly.
We went on dates.
Talked a lot.
About our past, our present, our future.
Song Chunfeng was different.
He was more considerate.
More responsible.
He listened to me.
Valued my opinion.
He even helped me with my work.
I was happy.
Truly happy.
I had the old Song Chunfeng back.
But better.
More mature.
More responsible.
One day, Song Chunfeng took me to the beach.
We walked along the shore.
The sunset was beautiful.
Song Chunfeng stopped walking.
He turned to face me.
"Yaoyao," he said.
I looked at him.
He got down on one knee.
My heart stopped.
"Yaoyao, I know I messed up before. I know I took you for granted. But I've changed. I've truly changed."
He took out a ring.
"Will you marry me?"
I looked at him.
Tears filled my eyes.
I saw sincerity in his eyes.
True love.
I nodded.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes, I will marry you."
Song Chunfeng slipped the ring on my finger.
He stood up and hugged me.
"I love you, Yaoyao."
I hugged him back.
"I love you too, Chunfeng."
We held each other.
Watching the sunset.
I knew I had made the right decision.
Song Chunfeng had changed.
And I was going to marry the man I loved.
The man who had learned his lesson.
The man who had become a better person.
For me.
For us.
For our future.
Chapter 9
We got married six months later.
It was a beautiful wedding.
Small and intimate.
Just close friends and family.
Song Chunfeng's father was there.
He had recovered from his illness.
He was so happy for us.
Qin Meijuan was there too.
She had changed too.
She was nice to me.
Truly nice.
During the reception, Song Chunfeng's father gave a speech.
He talked about how proud he was of his son.
How he had changed.
Become a better man.
Then he looked at me.
"And Yaoyao, thank you for believing in him. For giving him a second chance."
I smiled.
"He deserved it."
After the wedding, we went on a honeymoon.
To the beach.
Where Song Chunfeng had proposed.
We walked along the shore.
Holding hands.
Like we did on our first date.
But this time was different.
This time, we were married.
Committed to each other.
For life.
Chapter 10
A year after our wedding, I found out I was pregnant.
Song Chunfeng was overjoyed.
He took care of me.
Made sure I rested.
Ate well.
He was the perfect husband.
The perfect father-to-be.
I was happy.
Truly happy.
I had a good husband.
A baby on the way.
A life I loved.
Life was perfect.
The baby was born.
A beautiful baby girl.
We named her Lily.
Song Chunfeng was a proud father.
He doted on our daughter.
Spent every moment he could with her.
I was happy.
Watching them together.
My two favorite people in the world.
My husband.
My daughter.
My family.
Life was perfect.
Chapter 11
Years passed.
Lily grew up.
Beautiful, smart, kind.
Just like her father.
Song Chunfeng and I grew older together.
Our love grew stronger.
With each passing year.
We had faced challenges.
Overcome them.
Grown together.
Our love had been tested.
But it had survived.
Grown stronger.
One evening, we sat on the balcony.
Watching the stars.
Holding hands.
Like we did every night.
"Yaoyao," Song Chunfeng said.
I looked at him.
"Yes, my love?"
He smiled.
"These years with you have been the happiest of my life."
I smiled.
"Mine too, Chunfeng."
Song Chunfeng looked at me.
"I love you more today than I did yesterday."
"And I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today."
I kissed him.
"I love you too, Chunfeng."
"Always."
We held each other.
I knew I had made the right decision.
All those years ago.
When I gave Song Chunfeng a second chance.
He had changed.
Truly changed.
And we had built a beautiful life together.
A life filled with love.
Trust.
Respect.
Happiness.
Everything I had ever wanted.
And I would cherish it forever.
For the rest of my life.
With the man I truly loved.
My husband.
My soulmate.
My everything.
Song Chunfeng.