The dim light hung from the roof, with some black old spots on the tube, making the light seem even dimmer.

Cui Min’er sat hugging her knees in the corner against the wall, staring blankly at the occasionally flickering tube.

For a long time during her childhood, this light tube was her nightmare, especially since at that time, her grandmother would go out to work, and her young brother would be taken care of by her mother, leaving her alone at home.

There was a TV at home, but the remote was locked in the cabinet, and only when her dad wanted to watch TV could she watch it for a while with him.

So, even though Cui Min’er was extremely scared when she was alone at home, she couldn’t do anything. She didn’t dare to turn off the light and could only wrap herself in the quilt, shrink in the corner, and pray for time to pass faster, hoping her parents would come back sooner.

She once begged the adults to change the light tube, but she was scolded by either her dad or her mom, she couldn’t remember:

"It costs twenty thousand Korean Won to replace a new light tube, do you know how much can be done with that? This light tube isn’t broken, so why waste money..."

Cui Min’er doesn’t remember much, but she remembers the figure "twenty thousand Korean Won" very clearly.

For a long time, forcing herself to be sensible, Cui Min’er always thought it was a large number, until she went to high school and slowly met more people, she realized...

It turned out to be almost the total amount of pocket money she could get from her parents in a month, and it turned out to be so "insignificant."

Twenty thousand Korean Won might be the price of a hair clip for a female classmate, or the price of an advanced lunch bought by a male classmate at a restaurant, or a ticket to an amusement park, or even a bucket of popcorn and a cola at the cinema...

Cui Min’er remembers clearly, during her middle school holidays, her mother would take her out to set up a stall.

They sold taiyaki and stir-fried rice cakes. Taiyaki sold for 1000 Korean Won a piece, and if they needed to sell them quickly, they would occasionally do a "2000 Korean Won for three" deal as a stall promotion. Stir-fried rice cakes sold for a little more, 3000 Korean Won per portion, but not many people bought them...

Cui Min’er’s mother sold all day, and even at the best times, would only earn tens of thousands of Korean Won, and sometimes they stood all day with almost no income. As for Cui Min’er’s father, he worked as a "temporary worker" in the labor market, not having jobs every day, and they had to rely on government basic living subsidies to survive every month.

So, the "insignificant" twenty thousand Korean Won still seemed like a lot to Cui Min’er.

But it was also because she realized how useless twenty thousand Korean Won could be, it made Cui Min’er incredibly clear-headed.

Ordinary boys simply couldn’t move her, she knew what she longed for had already far exceeded twenty thousand Korean Won, and the only wealthy young man she had the chance to meet, Park Yubin, attracted her like the bright moon in the dark night...

It wasn’t until she met Zhou Wang that she realized how shallow her world used to be.

At this moment, there was more than four hundred million Korean Won quietly lying in her bank account, and this number of "twenty thousand Korean Won," which had multiplied who knows how many times, was merely pocket money given to her by Zhou Wang...

In her random thoughts, noises came from the doorway, as Cui Min’er’s parents, who received a call from her grandmother, rushed back after closing the stall.

Cui Min’er got up to greet them, and upon seeing Cui Min’er indeed at home, her parents sighed in relief.

And at this moment, Cui Min’er was also taken aback.

It hadn’t been long since she last returned to the country, but how come her parents looked so much more haggard, especially her father Cui Juncai. She remembered that after being promoted to deputy head of the workshop six months ago, he looked in much better spirits, not to mention energetic, and he even gritted his teeth and spent a few hundred thousand Korean Won to buy a decent suit.

Because his income had increased to over a million Korean Won a month (about five to six thousand RMB), at that time, Cui Juncai even loudly declared at home that after another year of hard work, they could move to a better place.

...Although it was just a move from the top of a slope to the foot of a hill, at least they could catch a bus with a few steps out the door.

But now, within a month, although Juncai was still wearing that suit, it wasn’t just that many parts of the clothes had become wrinkled, even his hair looked messy, and his face was covered in stubble, it seemed like it hadn’t been groomed for a long time...

"Miner, did you come back today?"

Seeing Cui Min’er, Cui Juncai, whose eyes were bloodshot, seemed particularly agitated. He took a step forward to grab his daughter’s shoulders, then remembered something, quickly pulled out the phone he bought a few months ago from his pocket, and was about to make a call.

"I have to quickly tell Young Master Yu Bin..."

"Dad, wait!"

Upon hearing that the first thing Cui Juncai intended to do was notify Park Yubin, Cui Min’er quickly stopped him.

"What’s wrong, Min’er?"

Cui Juncai was initially puzzled, then he thought of something, and comforted, "I heard from Young Master Yu Bin, recently you two might have had some conflicts, but he is still willing to believe you, he just needs you to explain to him in person."

At this time, Cui Min’er’s mother also held her and asked in a low voice, "Min’er, did you meet some disreputable people in Huaxia? Young Master Yu Bin said you have a classmate named Lina who said a lot of bad things about you... and even said you..."

"Said what about me?"