A recommended completed work: Rebirth 80s: Young Master Le is Jealous Again. After a lifetime of rebirth in the 80s, Qiao Ni became the youngest daughter of the Old Qiao family. Although the family...
"My older brother and the others went to Kyushu City with Xiao Ni. The shop is now under Xiao Shan's management, so I came here to help out and earn some wages," Qiao Hainan said with a smile. He can now handle customers independently.
My monthly salary is 50 yuan, plus a bonus, which is about 80 yuan a month, enough for my family to live on. My wife moved in with me too, and we can take the leftovers from the shop home to eat, so we don't have to cook anymore.
Good jobs are hard to find, even with a lantern, and he's determined to stick with Xiaoshan to the end.
"When did this happen? How come we didn't know anything about it?" Wang Qin was filled with jealousy. The eldest brother went to Jiuzhou City, so how did he end up bringing the third brother to the shop?
With the store doing so well, who wouldn't be envious?
Qiao Tianli originally didn't intend to get involved in their affairs, but when he saw blood on his second daughter-in-law's feet, he hurriedly stood up and came over to ask.
Why is there blood on your feet?
"Dad, something's happened!" Only then did Wang Qin remember why she had come.
Qiao Hainan thought of his second brother's family; everything that had happened lately was a mess. The old man's health wasn't good; what if he got upset again and something serious happened to him?
He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her outside despite her struggles.
Qiao Tianli glanced around, but ultimately didn't follow. There were some things he really didn't want to know. What good would knowing do? Who knew how angry he'd get?
The second son's son is really getting more and more useless. He goes to the shop every day to check on things, chat with customers, or help out with whatever he can. He's quite content with his current life and plans to retire here peacefully, not wanting to interfere in his sons' affairs anymore.
Wang Qin broke free and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You know Dad's health isn't good. Just tell me what's wrong, there's no need to drag him into this." Qiao Hainan's smile had long since vanished. Seeing the large patch of blood on his shoe, he figured nothing serious had happened.
“My Lingzi ran away again, took all the money in the house, and even injured Dongdong with a knife. I came here to borrow money from my older brother; the child is still in the hospital waiting for money to save his life!” Wang Qin said urgently, because she had no other choice at the moment. What else could she do but borrow money from them?
"How much money do you want to borrow? Besides, have you paid back the money you borrowed before?" Qiao Hainan frowned. His older brother had told him that his second brother had borrowed a lot of money from him. Considering their past relationship, he didn't plan to ask for it back; he just wanted them to be able to live a good life.
After only a few days of peace, trouble struck again.
"I need to borrow 500." Wang Qin made an outrageous demand. She was furious that Qiao Haisheng had helped Lao San's family but not them.
"You're asking for the moon! What happened that could possibly cost so much money?" Qiao Hainan was displeased, and his expression was unusually unpleasant.
He's not like the older brother who's easily swayed; he keeps asking again and again, endlessly. How long is this going to go on?
"Didn't I tell you? Someone was stabbed and is in the hospital waiting for money to save their life! Hurry up and come inside to get me the money; I need to rush back to the hospital." Wang Qin said in a commanding tone. She had always looked down on Qiao Hainan, and she still did.
"Second sister-in-law, I don't manage the money in the shop; Xiaoshan does. Besides, you're asking for way too much. You haven't even paid back the money from last time, and now you're borrowing so much again. What do you take my brother's family for? They're not a bank." Qiao Hainan retorted without any politeness.