Wei Lingcheng opened the car door and got in. The car drove away quickly.

In this era, it is rare to have a car. Most of the time, only government officials can afford a car. What kind of identity does Wei Lingcheng have that he deserves such treatment?

More importantly, Lin Jiayu’s sister actually married someone of such status. Doesn’t that prove that the Lin family’s status is not simple either?

Cheng Maixiang suddenly remembered that she had only known Lin Jiayu for a few days, but she found that he spent money lavishly. He gave ten yuan to a classmate to congratulate him on his wedding, brought so many gifts to his house, and today he spent dozens of yuan. Where did he get so much money?

Lin Jiayu has no job at all, and his sister Lin Qingwan seems to be unemployed at home. The two have no source of income. Even if Lin Qingwan has Wei Lingcheng's alimony and has enough food and clothing, what about Lin Jiayu? He hates his brother-in-law so much that he will definitely not use his money.

There should be only one explanation. Before Lin's parents died, they must have left a lot of property to the siblings, so they had no worries about food and clothing. Lin Jiayu's view on money also means that he has no shortage of money at all.

Cheng Maixiang lowered her head and thought silently, then subconsciously walked back to the courtyard. Suddenly, there seemed to be a wall standing in front of her. She naturally walked around him and went in.

…

Lin Jiayu couldn't help but smile bitterly at being ignored, and hurried forward to hold her back, "Maizi, what are you thinking about so intently?"

Only then did Cheng Maixiang realize that the wall was Lin Jiayu, and she burst into laughter after being startled.

Lin Jiayu took her into the main room. The furnishings in the room were simple, with just a wooden table and a few benches.

A cup of hot tea was handed to Cheng Maixiang.

"I'm so sorry, Comrade Cheng, that this is your first visit and you've made such a scene. I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

Lin Qingwan came out from the inner room with a guilty look on her face, as if she was afraid of ruining her brother's good thing, and she kept apologizing.

Cheng Maixiang smiled nonchalantly: "What's the big deal? Every family has its own problems. I don't know if Jiayu has mentioned this to you, but compared to my problems, today's incident is nothing."

"Sister, how is Yingying?"

"What else can I do? This child doesn't like meeting strangers and doesn't like talking much. Today, she was scared by her father and hid in bed and refused to come out. I can't do anything about it. Maybe she will be fine after a night's sleep."

Cheng Maixiang immediately judged that the child should have mild autism.

We can't let her just go through it on her own. We must let her forget what happened today. Even if she can't forget, we must reduce her negative emotions. Otherwise, if this continues, the child's illness will get worse.

"Sister, I really like children. Can you let me meet Yingying and talk to her?"