Wen Yanqing adored Lin Gantang so much that he practically wanted to cherish her in the palm of his hand, but he didn't hand over his salary after they got married? Lin Zhaonan didn't buy it for a second.
Facing the skepticism, Wen Yanqing responded with utter calm, "Tangtang and Tongtong are different. Tangtang doesn't derive her sense of security in marriage from controlling the household finances, so even if I gave her all my bank cards, she wouldn't care too much; it's not strange to find money in my wallet."
Lin Zhaonan never doubted this. After all, it was a matter of how one was raised.
"Besides, when can you ever entirely hand over money? Isn't it the case that you can earn new money in the blink of an eye?" Wen Yanqing laughed, "Starting with six-six-six as the original capital, it's your fault if you can't multiply it by dozens of times each month when it gets to your hands, right? What does that have to do with your sister-in-law, right?"
