Bai Xiao wiped her hands on her apron and opened the envelope to find 500 yuan inside, which surprised her; it seemed An Zhiyuan had quite a bit of savings. Then she stuffed it back and handed it back to An Zhiyuan.
"I don't want this money! Take it back. Have you forgotten the thank-you gift Wang Han's family gave us? It was a big envelope. I'm not short on money, and besides, when I get to the city, I can find some odd jobs to do. I won't be idly sitting around consuming everything I have, so I don't need this." She declined with a gentle, not too intense attitude. In fact, she was grateful to An Zhiyuan. After all, An Zhiyuan, as she knew him, was warm-hearted and stubborn, upright without losing subtlety. Such a person treated his fiancée very much as his own responsibility, not just as a burden. She couldn't just oppose everyone and everything just because of her own thoughts.