mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 43 My Wife Sneaked a Look at My Diary? Luckily, All the Invoices I Wrote Were Fake.
Chapter 43 My Wife Sneaked a Look at My Diary? Luckily, All the Invoices I Wrote Were Fake.
"journal?"
These two words were like a needle, gently yet precisely piercing Su Qingge's heart.
She knew, of course, that Lin Zhou had a habit of keeping a diary.
That's a habit I developed back in high school.
However, the contents of that diary belonged to another woman.
Su Qingge still remembers the time she accidentally bumped into Lin Zhou writing in his diary. The guy hurriedly hid the notebook, but a draft paper fell out.
It was covered with cheesy love poems.
What about phrases like "You are the clouds and smoke of April" or "You are the light crushed in the Milky Way"?
And at the end of each poem, the signature is always a delicate name—Chu Yuwei.
From that day on, Su Qingge knew that there was someone in this man's heart whom she could never squeeze into.
But now…
he's changed.
He would relentlessly confront that former "white moonlight" in order to protect her.
He would tell her tender fairy tales late at night.
Then... will the contents of this diary also change?
A crazy idea, like wild grass after the rain, grew uncontrollably in Su Qingge's heart.
She wanted to see.
She desperately wanted to know what Lin Zhou was thinking right now.
...
In the afternoon, the crew's task was to husk corn.
This kind of purely physical labor was a piece of cake for Lin Zhou, who had the system's support. While the other fathers were still panting and out of breath after picking a basket of corn, Lin Zhou had already finished half an acre of land by himself and even helped Grandpa Wang at the village entrance fix his tractor.
This gave Su Qingge an excellent opportunity to commit the crime.
She made an excuse that she wasn't feeling well and skipped the afternoon's group activities, sneaking back to that dilapidated room number four by herself.
"call…"
Su Qingge locked the rickety wooden door from the inside, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
This was the first time in her life she had done something so sneaky, and she was so nervous that her palms were sweaty.
"Su Qingge, calm down."
She told herself, "I just... just wanted to make sure he'd really moved on. Yes, that's it, definitely not out of curiosity!"
After mentally preparing herself, she took a deep breath and began rummaging through Lin Zhou's worn-out suitcase.
Clothes, pants, a few old books…
The box contained very little stuff; you could see right through it.
There was no diary at all.
"Could it be... that he didn't bring it?"
Su Qingge was somewhat disappointed, but unwilling to give up, she took everything out of the box again.
Just as she was about to give up, her fingertips suddenly touched a hard object in the bottom compartment of the box.
Her eyes lit up, and she reached out to touch it.
It was a hard-shell laptop, encased in an elegant combination lock.
that's it!
Su Qingge's heart leaped into her throat. She held the notebook in her hands as if it were Pandora's box.
Reason told her that it was wrong to snoop on other people's privacy.
But the flood of emotions had already breached the dam of reason.
"I'll just take one look, just one look."
She bit her lip and began trying to crack the code.
This old-fashioned three-digit combination lock is not difficult to crack.
She first tried her own birthday – 0923.
wrong.
I tried Nuonuo's birthday again—0601.
Still not right.
Is it...
A thought suddenly popped into her head, making her heart skip a beat.
With trembling fingers, she dialed the keypad and entered the birthday number she never wanted to see again in her life—Chu Yuwei's birthday.
"Click".
The lock is closed.
Su Qingge couldn't tell whether she felt disappointed or relieved. She gave a self-deprecating laugh and prepared to give up.
Just then, as if possessed, she entered a set of the simplest and most common numbers.
1314
"Click—"
A very slight, crisp sound.
The lock is open.
Su Qingge was completely stunned.
1314…A lifetime?
What on earth is this man thinking?
With extremely mixed feelings, she slowly opened the diary that contained the secret.
On the title page, Lin Zhou's elegant handwriting bore the following sentence:
A bad pen is worse than a good memory; every penny of the allowance my wife gives me must be spent wisely.
Su Qingge: "?"
Something seems off about this art style.
Filled with doubt, she turned to the first page.
None of the cheesy love poems and pretentious writings I had imagined appeared.
What came into view was a table that was drawn in a mess.
At the very top of the table, several large characters were written in red pen:
[Household Expenses Transaction Log for May 2025 (Top Secret)]
Below is a densely packed record, resembling the handwriting of an elementary school student:
「5月3日，晴。菜市场买菜土豆2元/斤买了3斤共6元。猪肉涨价了28元/斤忍痛买了半斤花了14元。合计：20元。」
"May 4th, cloudy. Paid water, electricity, and gas bills, totaling 358 yuan. Rant: Su Qingge, that spendthrift woman, uses half a ton of water for a bath. Next time, make her use cold water."
"May 5th, rain. Nuonuo's kindergarten tuition and extracurricular class fees totaled 12000 yuan. It hurts so much that I have to find a way to save some money on my own."
"May 6th, sunny. My wife's stockings ripped again, so I secretly bought her two new pairs for 158 yuan. Note: I can't let her know about this money, otherwise she'll accuse me of wasting money again."
...
One page, two pages, three pages…
Su Qingge flipped through the pages, completely dumbfounded.
What kind of diary is this?
This is clearly a diary entry! A housewife's ledger filled with complaints and rambling thoughts!
She remembers every expense clearly, from daily necessities to water, electricity, and gas; from her daughter's tuition to the little gifts she secretly bought for her.
Between the lines, there was no trace of Chu Yuwei; it was all about this family, all about her and Nuonuo.
Su Qingge's eyes felt a little sore.
She always thought that this man was indifferent to the family and only knew how to ask for money.
But she didn't know that he remembered every single expense so clearly.
She turned to the last page.
That's yesterday's record.
"June 20th, sunny. My wife forced me to go on a variety show, live in a pigsty, and eat wild vegetables. I was also publicly humiliated by my love rival. But... it doesn't seem so bad? Reward: One 'praise' from my wife, and I'm allowed to sleep in bed (within a 6-centimeter area)."
Upon seeing this, Su Qingge couldn't help but burst out laughing, but tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
Just then, her gaze was drawn to a line of small print at the very bottom of the page.
That was a note circled in red, appearing particularly serious:
Current balance of personal savings: 21.
[Target: 50.]
[Note: I'm still 29 short of buying my wife that "Starry Sky" apron. She seemed to really like it when she saw it in a magazine last time.]
Su Qingge's hand suddenly trembled.
"Starry Sky"...
Isn't that the limited edition Birkin bag that Hermès released this year? It's named "Starry Sky" because it's inlaid with small diamonds and sparkles like a starry sky under the light.
The price... seems to be around 500,000.
She remembered that she had only mentioned to Nuonuo casually a few days ago while flipping through a magazine at home, "This bag is so pretty, it looks like a star in the sky."
Just a thoughtless remark.
He actually remembered it?
And he had been secretly saving money, wanting to buy it and give it to her?
"Buzz—"
Su Qingge felt as if a depth charge had been dropped into her brain, leaving it completely blank.
An overwhelming sense of emotion and guilt, indescribable and overwhelming, overwhelmed her like a flood breaking through a dam.
Looking at the meticulous, sparse entries in the diary, she recalled how she would swipe her card without batting an eye, and how she had been indifferent, disdainful, and dismissive of him…
Tears, which I could no longer control, fell in large drops onto the paper, blurring the ink.
original…
It's not that this man doesn't love her.
He was simply loving her and this family in a clumsy and stubborn way that she had never realized.
Just as Su Qingge was crying uncontrollably.
"Squeak—"
The old wooden door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"Honey? What's wrong? Who bullied you?"
Lin Zhou returned from picking corn, covered in sweat, with two freshly picked tomatoes in his hand.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw his wife with red eyes, holding his "top secret ledger" in her hand.
Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat.
Finished!
The secret stash of money he'd been hiding... has been exposed!