Old Liu turned his face away, cleared his throat, and said awkwardly, "We'll talk about it later. It's getting late, and you're busy packing your things. You should go home now."

"Okay, I'll come see you again when I have the chance to go home."

Chen Qing left Lao Liu's house.

Old Liu sat alone on the sofa for a long time, all his unspoken words weighing heavily on his heart, turning into a long sigh.

I hope she succeeds.

*

After Chen Qing got home, he kept telling the children not to take anything without permission.

Because of her outstanding contributions to Shengxia Garment Factory, Chen Qing's house belongs to her personally, so she doesn't need to take some large items at all.

He Yuxiang leaned against the door frame, his fine black hair slightly obscuring his cold and indifferent eyes. His jawline was taut, and he stood there silently like a door god.

Chen Qing asked sincerely, "Do you want to get beaten up?"

You brat, can't you see how busy you are? You don't even lend a hand, just standing there showing off!

He Yuxiang crossed his arms and said arrogantly, "I'm not moving."

"I don't care if you move it or not, get your things packed up." Chen Qing cursed. "You're strong, so go tie up those bags of quilts, and pack all the clothes in snakeskin bags. You need to tie them up with rope. Hurry up!"

He Yuxiang went to work reluctantly.

After that, Aunt Feng and Aunt Zhang also had to go to his factory to help with cooking. Mao Mao also had to go to school. He lived alone in such a big house, like a lonely person, which was miserable.

He Yuxiang weighed the snakeskin bag in his hand and pressed it down. "Pingping, this can hold a few more items."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Pingping quickly stuffed the clothes inside.

He Yuxiang compressed it again, then tightened the opening, quickly tied it up with a rope several times, and after finishing, placed it in a designated place to be sent to the post office.

Moving across provinces is really troublesome these days. Chen Qing opened the trunk of the car and, together with He Yuxiang, carried the burlap sack upstairs. After arriving at the post office, they asked the staff for help with the rest of the move.

Fortunately, the large items didn't need to be moved, which saved a lot of trouble. Otherwise, Chen Qing would definitely have waited for He Yuan to come home before getting busy.

This year, we're spending the Lunar New Year in the capital, so once we've packed everything up, we can head straight there.

Chen Qing deliberately said he would leave the day after tomorrow, but actually left at six o'clock tomorrow.

He Yuxiang deliberately took a small leather suitcase to pack his things.

Pingping and Youyou both had red eyes.

As he left, Chen Qing looked deeply into the house where he had lived for six or seven years.

The house has trees, a vegetable garden, a swing, and all sorts of small toys. It's spacious, well-lit, and in a great location—everything is perfect.

Chen Qing gently closed the courtyard gate, the sound of the lock clicking crisply in the early morning.

She turned around, but did not leave immediately, her gaze slowly sweeping over the small courtyard where she had lived for many years.

As dawn broke, the gray walls and blue tiles were bathed in a soft, pale gold light.

This small courtyard bears witness to all the glory and traces she has accumulated over the years, from her time in the countryside to her current position.

The doorway is adorned with her numerous accolades over the years: "Three Good Family", "Glorious Family", "National Science and Technology Progress Award", "National Model Worker", "National March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter", and so on.

Chen Qing took one last deep look at the plaque that read "National Model Worker," then picked up his simple luggage and strode resolutely toward the jeep waiting at the alley entrance.

The morning light stretched her departing shadow long, and the small courtyard behind her, along with the walls covered in glory, stood quietly in the dawn.

When the family arrived at the train station, there was a banner that read, "Wishing Comrade Chen Qing a bright future; Shengxia Factory will always be your home."

The moment Chen Qing saw it, tears she had been holding back for days finally fell.

Pingping took out her camera from her backpack: "Mom, stand there, let me take a picture of you."

"good."

Chen Qing stood under the banner, wearing a well-tailored navy blue woolen suit with crisp shoulder lines, which made her back appear straight.

She was exceptionally beautiful. Over the years, having held a high position, her fox-like eyes had developed a sharp edge when they moved, but at this moment they were imbued with an irresistible gentleness.

Chen Qing turned slightly to the side, facing the black film camera held horizontally, his hands gently folded in front of his abdomen, his posture calm and dignified.

The wind brushed against her temples, and a few strands of black hair clung to her cheeks.

The morning light fell on her face, outlining her clear features. She had the appearance of a capable and strong woman, but at this moment she was as gentle as a warm ray of sunshine in winter, bright and moving.

Click—

Pingping filmed this scene.

After looking at the picture, He Yuxiang and Youyou, who had little sense of aesthetics, secretly thought that if this photo were to enter a beauty pageant, the championship would surely be theirs.

Pingping hugged her camera, planning to show it to her sister Xiaoyu and her father as soon as she got back to her home in the capital.

Mom is so beautiful.

She has a beautiful appearance, but her temperament is even more beautiful.

Comrade Chen Qing, the stunning protagonist, gazed longingly at the scenery outside the train window.

She really didn't know when she would be able to come back next time, but in her heart, Guangdong Province was her home.

After a long while, the discomfort of the train ride kicked in, and Chen Qing was forced to close his eyes and rest.

When the train arrived at the platform in the capital, He Yuan and Xiao Yu warmly greeted it.

Pingping and Youyou ran into their arms.

He Yuxiang picked up his luggage with a sour face.

After the family got into the jeep, He Yuxiang remained silent. Chen Qing, on the other hand, was curious about what the little villa looked like, as she was the only one in the family who had never seen it before.

He Yuandao said, "It's pretty ordinary, just a place to live, but I put up a swing."

Chen Qing smiled, a sweet and delightful smile.

The kids in the second row: "..."

This is how it is from the moment we met.

When she arrived at her doorstep, Chen Qing found that the small villa was bigger than she had imagined. There were two light brown pillars supporting the porch on the first floor, mainly for shelter from the rain.

There is a floor-to-ceiling window on each side of the porch, with dark brown frames and sparkling clean glass.

Chen Qing stepped forward and touched the window. Good heavens, she was living in a small villa in the capital!

She really never dared to dream of such a thing in her past life, but in this life she has moved into a small villa in the heart of the capital.

Chen Qing touched the window with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, secretly laughing.

The five people in the family were all bewildered.

What's wrong?

Chen Qing then went to inspect the first floor with his hands behind his back.

The first floor.

It includes the living room, dining room, kitchen, elderly person's room, and bathroom.

It's perfect for entertaining guests.

The second floor is quite interesting; it has four windows neatly arranged on the south-facing side, making it feel very spacious.

The upstairs area has been renovated and converted into five rooms.

Chen Qing and He Yuan occupied the master bedroom, which was quite spacious. The room also had a balcony with tables and chairs. It felt incredibly pleasant to enjoy a little wine when the weather got warmer and the cool night breeze blew by.

"This house is amazing!" (End of Chapter)